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"..." English speech.
"(...)" Chinese speech
"-...-" Japanese speech.
From Jusenkyo with Love
By
Dark Master Ryo
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Chapter 1: Jusenkyo Sucks.
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The Jusenkyo guide was enjoying his day. It has been a while since he got the chance to relax, so the guide naturally did his best to take advantage of this wonderful morning.
Sitting at the table, the guide hummed merrily as he flipped a page from his newspaper. He wasn't really paying much attention to the articles; the guide was only blankly reading them. He actually enjoyed just sitting there doing practically nothing. With the warm sunshine coming through the window, and his comfortable chair, who could blame him?
It is unfortunate to say that the guide's parade could not continue. His happy face could only twist into a frown when he heard the loud splash of water just outside his humble home.
Dropping his newspaper on the table, the guide stood with a heavy sigh. He briefly wondered who that poor person could be. The guide wished people would learn to read the warnings before stepping into Jusenkyo for a change. It would be amazing how easier his job could become if they took the time to do the simplest of things. But alas, people are stupid. He concluded that ages ago.
The guide stepped out through the door to greet his guest. Spotting him was an easy task with all the ruckus he was making. Looking more closely at his guest, the guide corrected himself. She was making a ruckus.
A blonde woman was splashing water about the spring with a shocked face. Perhaps she fell into the spring unexpectedly. After some more coughs, she recovered enough to get the sense of getting out of there. Grabbing onto the edge, she pulled herself from the spring to solid ground, all the while having her clothes dirtied with mud in the process. It was only natural considering her wet state.
The woman looked around in rapid motions. The shock seemed to have returned to her. "What the fuck just happened!" She yelled vulgarly, seemingly uncaring about her language. She suddenly froze her movement with a look of surprise. "And the fuck happened to my voice?" The change of her voice somehow managed to slightly calm her down. Taking off her wet glasses, she looked around properly this time around, which caused shock to come right back to where it left off. "Holy fucking shit, this can't be where I'm thinking off, is it?" The vulgar woman would have went on with her monologue hadn't her ears picked up the unexpected sound of a screaming voice. Looking at the sky some distance away, the blonde saw another figure screaming at the top of his lungs before coming into contact with one of the springs, causing a humongous splash of water to take place. "Hot damn..."
"Ooooooohhhhhh Shiiiiiiiittttttt!"
SPLOOOSH!
The towering water splash reached a good 10 meters in the sky, sending a spray of water over the area. The waters settled and the figure came back to the surface in a rush, screaming and thrashing around in the water. The guide sighed again, seeing another poor sap had managed to fall into a pool. He briefly wondered if the two of them fell out of a plane or something. It didn't really matter, though; he had a job to do. Now then, what springs had they fallen into?
"What the hell is this!" The green haired woman shouted, clinging to the bamboo pole in the center of the spring for dear life. "My voice...What the hell happened to me?" She looked down at herself, cupping a breast through the loose fabric of the sweater she was wearing. "Holy shit, I'm a chick! Springs, water, gender changing. This can't be happening. There's no fucking way I'm at Jusenkyo!"
The guide noticed by now that both honored customers were speaking in English and was happy he had bothered to learn the language. He ran towards the blonde one first, as she was closer.
"Sir! You fall in Spring of Drowned Annoying Witch! Very tragic story of annoying witch that visit Jusenkyo 6 month ago! Story get better though, she drown. Now whoever fall in spring take body of annoying witch." The guide exclaimed.
The blonde looked down at herself, noting her rather unfeminine features. "Damn. Can't I make myself more girly?" She asked.
Dumbfounded, the guide looked at her for a moment before replying. "You strange one, sir. Normally, people freak out." At these words, the green haired woman screamed at the top of her lungs, accompanied by some wailing and crying.
"Like that?"
"Yeah, like that, sir." The guide quickly made his way over to the girl in question, who was now climbing up on the bank of the spring and acting rather melodramatic.
"Sir, you fall in spring of drowned nosey witch! Tragic story of nosey witch who didn't mind own business and fall in spring! Now whoever fall in spring take body of nosey witch." The guide stated in his usual guidely voice, jumping back a bit in shock with the teenaged girl leapt to her feet and grabbed him by the collar.
"Tragic story? I'll give you a tragic story, you fat bastard! I just materialized in midair and fell into a fictional pool of water! My life is over! I'll kill you!" She growled out, her fingers encircling the portly neck of the guide and squeezing tightly.
"Dude, chill." The blonde calmly told the angered girl. "This isn't so bad. Too bad you got the better figure, though. What a waste." The blonde examined the other cursed victim. And by 'examined' we mean 'stared intently at her breasts.' The waterlogged sweater she wore did little to hide her figure.
WHAMMO!
The guide was spared, and was now gasping for breath on the ground. However, the blonde witch now had a fist firmly planted in her face.
"Ow, you bitch. The fuck was that for!" The blonde snapped angrily whilst rubbing her pained face. The green haired girl just blinked for a second and looked at her fist.
"Sorry, I was overwhelmed with the urge to hit you all of a sudden. I just couldn't resist. Who the hell are you, anyway?" The guide was temporarily ignored. He preferred it that way.
With a new mischievous grin, the pain was all but forgotten now. The annoying blonde held the other girl by the shoulder, bringing her face closer to hers by each passing second. "I am your knight in shining armour..."
CRUNCH!
The green hair girl blinked in surprise, looking down at the prostrate form of the blonde woman twitching under the large mallet firmly planted in her head.
'Where the hell did I get that thing from?' The green haired girl thought.
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The two women were now sitting across from each other in the guide's shack, the green haired girl keeping her eye on her blonde companion, who had a comically large band aid on the back of her head. However, despite taking a crushing blow to the back of the head by a large, blunt object, the blonde was none the worse for wear. Behind them, the guide was heating water in a kettle.
The blonde looked at the green haired girl with a smile on her face. "Well, that was unexpected. How'd you do that anyway?" The green haired woman just shrugged in response at first, glancing over her shoulder to see if the guide was close enough to hear.
"I have no idea. I don't think this place obeys the laws of physics I'm used to. If you know what I mean." The green haired girl replied.
"Makes sense, I guess..." The blonde in turn looked at the guide in boredom. He was just finishing with the kettle and walked over to the two cursed women, pouring the liquid over the two. The green haired woman shivered as she felt an odd tingling race across her body, accompanied by the feeling of her organs rearranging themselves. In an instant, she was a he, and when he opened his eyes he saw the blonde sitting across from him in mild surprise.
"…You look exactly the same."
"You for real?"
"Yeah, no joke."
"Dude, why the fuck is your hair still green?" The blonde blinked. "You look almost the same, just male." The green haired boy grabbed a lock of hair that was a lot longer than he remembered it being, pulling it in front of his face and seeing it was a lot greener than he remembered it being.
"What the hell? I don't remember having green hair." He muttered, glancing at his companion. "Were you always blonde, or is that also a new development?"
"Huh?" Looking surprised, the young man turned to the guide. "You got a mirror I could use?"
"Uh, yes. Hold on." The guide searched a drawer and came back with a small mirror.
The boy didn't waste time to snatch it from his hands and take a look. "What the FUCK!" He almost jumped in surprise at the reflected image. "What the hell happened to my original hair colour?" He began messing with his hair. "Damn, even my face changed too." He turned back to the guide. "Is the curse supposed to mess with my original form?" The guide blinked a few times and then put his hand to his chin, as if in thought.
"You first honored sirs to fall in those springs. Springs unpredictable, many springs do different things. I no know what those springs do." The guide answered, much to the chagrin of the newly cursed pair.
"Great. Just great." The green haired one said, pushing some of the shoulder length green hair behind his ear to get it out of his eyes.
"Aw, jeez." The blonde shook his head. "I don't mind the new face, but I kinda liked my hair black. Guess I'd dye it or something." He grumbled. "Hey, stupid bitch." The blonde called the other Jusenkyo victim. "Never caught your name."
The green haired boy growled a bit, but didn't strike out. He figured he had hit the other man enough times for one day. "Call me Michael. Michael Delmar. How about you, Blondie? Got a name?"
The blonde boy crossed his arms and proceeded to give him a suspicious stare. "Oh yeah? You don't look like a Michael."
"And you don't look like a man. What's your point?" Michael shot back, grinning a bit as he did so.
"Nothing..." Blondie rolled his eyes. "Uh, you could call me Arthur, I guess. Arthur Qusay." The two looked at each other for a few seconds in silence. Finally, Michael put his hand out across the table towards Arthur, as if wanting to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, 'Arthur.'"
"Likewise, 'Mike'" Arthur shook his hand. The Jusenkyo guide suddenly walked into the room, seeing the two shake hands and was a little happy that they seemed to have calmed down. He had in his hand a brown book and a calligraphy brush and placed it on the table between them.
"This is Jusenkyo Guest Book, honored sirs. Please sign names and curses here." The Jusenkyo guide said, leaving the brush and book there. Michael reached for it first, flipping through the pages until he found a blank spot and wrote 'Michael Delmar' in English.
"I've been meaning to ask you, why is the spring called 'Nosey Witch?' Did the girl that drowned there know magic or something?" Michael asked, starting to write in the name of the curse.
"Magic? No, I think my English is bad. What is the word for a foul woman?" The guide asked. Michael had just finished writing 'spring of drowned' by the time he said this.
"…Bitch?" He asked. The guide smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's it. They were very rude and tempted the magics of Jusenkyo. Got what was coming to them." Michael just blinked at this before finishing the line. 'Spring of Drowned Nosey Bitch.'
"That's interesting..." Arthur got the guest book, and signed his own name, also in English. "Spring of Drowned Annoying Bitch it is." Arthur closed the book and tossed it into the middle of the table again, where Michael grabbed it and flipped through the pages. The vast majority of the names were in Chinese, with the exception of the two names that he and his companion and just written in. While looking through the names, Michael was a bit annoyed that he didn't recognize the kanji for Ranma anywhere. Also, the book seemed fairly short.
"Is this the only guest book? There aren't very many names in here." Michael asked, getting the attention of the guide.
"This new book. Old register stolen and never returned. I was forced to start new one." The guide said, causing Michael to furrow his brow a little. That either meant he had shown up post Taro or the book had been stolen before Ranma's arrival. He didn't know which. He also wasn't completely sure if the boy sitting across from him also wasn't of this world. He needed to find a way to find out.
'Wait a second…' Michael thought, spotting a name in the book. It was written in Chinese, but it was one of the few characters he bothered to learn. Herb, and it was followed by Nyannichaun, also written in Chinese.
'So it is post Taro.' Michael thought, pushing the book towards the blonde boy and pointing to Herb's name. "That name mean anything to you?"
"Eh? I can't read Chinese." Arthur frowned. "What's this about?" Michael grumbled a bit, wanting to hit himself in the forehead.
"It says Herb. He also wrote his curse right here, spring of drowned girl. Does that ring any bells or am I barking up the wrong tree?" Michael stated simply.
Arthur blinked. "Hmm." He scratched the back of his head. "That probably means Herb is heading to Japan soon. Either that or the whole fiasco is over." At Arthur's answer Michael nodded a bit to himself, glad that he now knew this other boy wasn't from these parts either.
"Alright, what should we do now?" Michael asked, spotting the guide in the next room over not paying any attention to the two of them.
With a serious face that seemed unusual, Arthur edged closer to speak. "First, here's the rundown of our fucked up situation. We get sucked without warning from our world and fall into what should be a fictional one. To top that off, we acquire Jusenkyo curses, which fortunately have human forms, but yet for some reason, caused our original ones to be partially lost." Arthur paused for a moment to clear his throat. "Do you what this means?" Arthur didn't wait for a response and answered his own question. "We're stranded in a big foreign country, lost our real identities, we have no place to return to, and most importantly, have zero money." Arthur rested the back of his head on his palms and leaned back on his chair. "We're as good as dead."
"Yeah. Not to mention we don't even speak the damn language here. That's why we need to figure out what the hell to do. We may be in a fictional world, but Jusenkyo sure as hell doesn't look flooded to me. We've got prior knowledge, I say we use it."
"Easier said than done." Arthur frowned. "We need a place to stay, and make some money." Arthur crossed his arms in thought. His face changed into a horrifying grin in a matter of moments. "Oh, I have a brilliant idea. Wanna hear it?"
"Let's see, stay here to rot in the boondocks of China, or go with whatever idea you just came up with." Michael actually sat there for a few seconds in apparent thought before finally nodding. "Alright, what's your idea?"
Arthur's grin could only widen at Michael's answer. "I'm glad you asked. We'll go to Joketsuzoku as females. Once we arrive there, we'll claim to be long lost descendants of the amazons." Arthur couldn't help but crackle with light chuckles at that point. "Of course, they're not complete idiots, so we'll have to use our knowledge of their secret techniques as proof. If all goes well, we may get a job and solve our accommodation problem."
"You know, that ain't half bad." Michael said, his own grin widening a bit. "Unless they think we're spies and murder us on sight for knowing their secrets. But hey, no plan is perfect. I say we go for it."
"I knew you'd like it!" Arthur burst out in mad laughter. "Just be optimistic and it'll work out." Arthur turned to the guide as he calmed down. "Hey, guide!"
"Yes, honoured sir?" The guide politely replied.
"We need you to take us to Joketsuzoku, if you may."
"I could do that, but... Sirs not really going to do that plan you were shouting, are you?" The guide sweated nervously. He didn't get most of what his guests said, but he would never approve of annoying the amazons.
Arthur answered him with his grin. "Why, of course we are!" He tapped on the guide's shoulder. "And we'll also need you as our trusted translator."
"P-Please! No get me involved in your crazy idea!" The guide held his hands protectively.
"Don't worry! You'll just be our translator. We won't be using you as a scapegoat or anything." Arthur assured the worried guide. "Now get us some cold water and we'll be on our way."
Michael waited for the guide to leave the room before leaning in. "We are going to use him as a scapegoat should this turn bad, right?" He whispered.
"Naturally."
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As the trio headed to the Amazon village, Arthur mischievously plotted a method to use the guide as a last resort. Should her plan fail, it would be highly possible for the result to be death.
"Hey, man." Arthur whispered to Michael. "What do you think we should do if this fails? You realize we might get ourselves killed."
"Well, I think it's best if we make a plan B." Michael whispered back. She looked ahead for a second, seeing that the guide was too far ahead to overhear them. "Ok, I've got a plan. I call it: "Operation: ditch-the-guide-and-run-like-hell."
"Sounds good enough." Arthur tried her best not to laugh.
Michael looked ahead at the guide again, making sure he wasn't listening. "Basically, if it looks like they aren't buying it, we push the guide at them and run. Hopefully they'll be too busy beating the snot out of him to chase us." Michael whispered to her companion. Slowly, she stood back up straight, deciding to ask the guide how close they were to the village, "We almost there?" She shouted to the guide.
"Yes, we here!" The guide answered back.
Looking past the guide, Arthur saw the gates to the village. "Finally." She said in relief. Michael looked through the gates to see the hundreds of women walking about. It was surprising how few men she could see, but then again it was the Amazon village. "So, we ready or what?" Michael asked, turning towards Arthur for a second.
"Whoa, this place is like heaven." Arthur exclaimed, ignoring her companion. It took her some seconds of glee till she realized Michael had said something. "You say something?" She turned to the other girl.
Michael sighed a little at the antics of the blonde woman. She was such a pervert. "I asked if we're ready for this. It's now or never, you know." She said.
"Oh, fuck." The blonde cursed. "An oversight. How the fuck are we going to announce our bullshit?"
Michael blinked, and then slapped herself on the forehead. "We should have thought of this in advance." She mumbled. With a sigh she tapped the guide on the back, getting him to turn around. "Could you take us to whoever will likely believe our story? We don't know who we're suppose to talk to."
"Uh, I go ask around for person in charge. You two wait." With that, the guide left the two women.
"So, what exactly are we going to tell them?" Michael asked, turning towards Arthur once the guide was out of sight. "We were on our way here to visit the land of our dead great grandmother but fell out of a plane and landed in Jusenkyo?" She crossed her arms as she waited for the blonde's reply, trying to see where the guide was heading through the gates.
"There's no need to tell them of our curses. That might be bad for our health." Arthur answered casually.
"Yeah, you've got a point." Michael nodded, "So how do we explain our lack of money, possessions and supplies? I was going to say we left them on the plane."
Arthur whacked Michael on the back of her head. "Just say we got attacked by robbers or something. We need to earn their sympathy." She hissed. Michael rubbed her head a few times, glaring at the blonde.
"Robbers? Out here? In the middle of fucking nowhere? How lucrative could that profession be? The only people in these parts to rob are highly trained martial artists." Michael stated sharply. Before Arthur could respond though, the guide returned with a diminutive woman with a large stick.
"(Are they the ones you spoke of?)" She asked of the guide.
"(Yes, those are the two that wanted to speak with you.)" He replied.
"What the fuck did they just say?" Michael whispered to Arthur.
"I don't speak Chinese." She whispered back.
"So, what brings you two to our village?" The old woman asked in her rasping voice. She said it in English as well, much to the surprise of the two foreigners.
'I guess all the old goats here speak multiple languages.' Michael thought to herself, coughing into her hand.
"You speak English? Well…that makes this easier…" Michael said with fake cheer, elbowing Arthur to give her the hint to start talking.
Arthur stepped forward a bit, ignoring Michael. After changing her expression into a serious sad face, she began to speak. "Honorable elder, we have come from far away lands to meet with you."
"Is that so? And for what reason?" The old woman arched an eyebrow.
"My sister and I are descendants of your humble tribe." Arthur used all of her willpower as not to burst out in laughter.
"Soon after the death of our great grandmother, we have come to seek out our home land. It has been a difficult journey, but my sister and I did not give up."
The old woman stood there dumbfounded for a few moments, as if unsure how to respond. "...A-And do you have proof of your heritage?"
"Of course we do!" Arthur exclaimed, "We have been taught in some of the great Amazon laws, and we hold them in utter respect. Including, some of the marvelous secret arts." When Arthur finished her sentence, Michael's eyes widened for a second as she leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"I just realized something. How do you say Hiryuu Shoten Ha in Chinese? There's no way a village of Chinese warriors name their secret arts with Japanese names." Michael whispered as quietly as she could, hoping the elder wouldn't overhear.
"Who the hell cares?" Arthur whispered back. "Just use an English translation. I'm sure she'll get it. Hey, it's your turn to act." With a nudge from the blonde, Michael turned her attention towards the elder, who was eying the two of them with an arched eyebrow.
"What was that all about?" She asked. If she had overheard them, she was pretending that she hadn't.
"I just had to ask my sister something," Michael said nervously, "We have come to learn from the people of this village. We humbly ask that you let us stay here and learn your ways. We'll happily work for your teachings, of course." Michael bowed deeply as she said this, standing back up straight slowly as she looked at the elder.
"You say your great-grandmother was a member of our village?" The elder asked, eying the two girls.
"Yes, elder." Michael responded.
"I think I may have known her. Tell me, what was her name?" She asked, looking between the two.
'Oh shit.' Michael thought, looking over to Arthur real fast.
'Fuck, we're screwed. Time for a desperate move.' Arthur suddenly burst into tears and wept. "Her... Her n-name was..." Arthur hid her face with her hands as her sobs got louder and sank to her knees. "Oh, grandmother...!" The elder was shocked as she watched the blonde woman burst into tears. It was a good thing too; she missed the look of utter shock on Michael's face.
'Nice save, Arthur.' Michael thought, preparing herself for the sob story she was about to use.
"You'll have to excuse my sister, honored elder." Michael said with a sullen tone as she kneeled down to comfort the blonde. "She loved our great grandmother very much, you see." The green haired woman patted the blonde on the back as fake tears continued to rack her body. The elder still looked a little surprised. Michael needed to change the subject fast before she remembered to ask the question again.
"Our Great grandmother told us many stories about the amazons. We always loved her tales of the Musk Dynasty that merged with animals and the Amazonian warriors who could summon tornados at will. We have so desperately wished to see this village with our own eyes. Please let us train here." Michael begged in her best 'desperate female' voice, hoping to win over the elder. She had dropped those two little facts in a hope that it would convince the elder of their heritage. Just to be safe, she glanced towards the guide. Yup, he was in a good location for pushing.
"…Alright. You may stay here, young ones. However, we shall not go easy on you. If that bout of tears is any indication, you have gone soft in the outside world." With these words, the elder began walking away. With a brief victory dance, Michael pulled Arthur back to her feet.
"Damn." Arthur wiped her tears away. "I think I'm too good at this shit." Arthur kicked Michael's shins. "You ass. Stop leaving the dirty work to me."
"Ouch!" Michael yelped, grabbing her shin. She glared at her 'sister' for a few seconds, rubbing her leg. "It's not my fault you're better at acting like a girl than me. Too bad you have no figure and I look like a super model. I hate irony." Michael got back to her feet and straightened out her sweater and jeans.
"Oh, I'll forgive you if you give me a hug." Arthur opened her arms at Michael. "Come into my arms, my dearest sister!" Arthur lunged forward with intent to hug Michael, earning a fist to the face again.
"Would you quit messing around? Save your perverted fantasies for later." Michael said at a low hiss. After that she quickly caught up to the Amazonian elder, Arthur close behind.
"Good, for a second I thought I would have to drag you two." The elder stated simply, opening the door of a nearby hut and hobbling in. Both Michael and Arthur followed, watching as she shut the door and hobbled over to a nearby door.
"We shall spar outside so that I can judge your skills. But first, you will need to get into some proper clothing." With these words, the elder opened the door and entered the bedroom on the other side. A few moments later, she emerged with two piles of clothing and threw one to each girl.
"Those are my granddaughter's. They should fit you. Now hurry up, I will not wait more than 5 minutes." With these words, the elder left the house. Michael briefly looked down at the clothes in her hands, seeing a silk dress and pants. Oh yeah, and a bra and a pair of panties too. Michael turned to Arthur, seeing that she was watching her like a hawk, her eyes full of expectation.
"…I'm going to the next room…" Michael said with a sweat drop working its way down her head. She walked into the room the elder had gotten the clothing from and shut the door behind her. She didn't want Arthur to try and peek.
"Damn." Arthur looked down at her new clothes. "This gonna be fun." She lifted the bra to her face. "...How the hell do you wear a bra?" Arthur could hear Michael sighing in disgust through the door.
"Hey, despite what you might think, I've never wore one before." Arthur shouted back at her. The door opened a bit, Michael leaning out of it.
"It's not like it's a complicated process. There's a bunch of hooks on the back. You pull the bra over your boobs and hook the thing together. Not hard." With that, she closed the door again, going back to dressing.
Arthur shrugged and started to undress. "Maybe I can look hot in this new outfit." Resisting the urge to play with herself, she followed Michael's instructions. It only took her one try to get it on. "Hey, this is pretty easy. I must be a natural." Arthur hurriedly discarded of her t-shirt and jeans and began to dress. A few minutes later, Michael emerged from the next room fully dressed.
"You know, I thought I was going to hate this, but I'll admit that it's surprisingly comfortable." She said simply, seeing a nearby mirror and looking into it. She looked like a green-haired Shampoo, just with shoulder length hair. It was surprising how well the clothes fit, too. Either it was a coincidence that the elder's granddaughter was just as well built as she was, or the old woman could somehow tell exactly what clothes would fit her.
Arthur joined her at the mirror. "Whoa, not bad. Feminine clothes do wonders. I kinda liked it better with my boobs swinging around, though." Arthur stared at her new look with glee.
"You enjoy this way too much." Michael sighed, looking at the blonde for a few seconds. Just like her own, the clothing the blonde was wearing conformed to her curves perfectly. She actually looked female now, as opposed to the girly man she appeared to be earlier. That old woman had a really good eye, it seems.
"Come on, she's probably waiting for us outside." With those words, Michael headed for the door.
"Yeah, yeah." Arthur followed her companion outside. The two saw the elder standing outside the door, balanced on the 5 foot tall staff without even wobbling. Seeing such a feat performed by a two foot tall person in manga form was one thing, seeing someone doing it right in front of you was completely different. Michael and Arthur were surprised, to say the least.
"You wear those clothes like true Amazons." The elder said with a smirk, eyeing the two of them. "Now then, attack me as best you can." Despite her words, the elder did not budge. She didn't even wobble.
Arthur looked at Michael. "Be my guest."
"You suck." Michael responded. The green haired woman slowly approached the old woman on the stick, a shiver running down her spine as she did so. Every instinct she had told her to high tail it, and her knowledge of cologne's skills reaffirmed that.
'Well, she can't be that good. The manga must have exaggerated it.' With this thought in mind, Michael lunged.
She never stood a chance.
Every blow missed by a mile, every attack totally failed to connect, every punch hit air and every kick struck nothing. It was like trying to brawl a hallucination, and the fact that Michael's martial prowess topped off at a yellow belt meant she looked like a total idiot while doing it. After about a minute of utterly failing to strike the surprisingly nimble old woman, Michael stopped attacking and started lashing out wildly in a vain attempt to hit something. Suddenly the old woman counterattacked, moving so fast Michael wasn't even aware she had been hit until her back struck the wooden wall of a nearby building and broke a few boards. With a groan, she slumped to the floor.
"Next." The old woman said simply, unimpressed.
Arthur stepped forward, looking at the old woman wearily. She figured that she has zero chance of landing a hit, let alone win. 'Might as well not try too hard. She's going to kick my ass either way.'
Lashing out with a punch, Arthur found nothing but air meeting her fist. She would have followed with a sloppy kick, but the next thing she saw was her stick being planted on her face. She fell on her back really hard. "Argh." Arthur groaned in pain.
"Were you even trying?" The old woman shook her head. "Both of you are going to need a lot of work to improve." The old woman stared down at the blonde in front of her. "Even your sister lasted longer than that, and her efforts were truly…"
"Shishi Hokodan!" An orb of energy about the size of a beach ball flew from Michael's hands and straight at the elder. Unfortunately, the elder dodged the orb with the same ease she had dodged everything else. She was about to retaliate when she noticed that the green haired girl was laying on the ground, looking ready to pass out.
'Man that took a lot outta me. I feel like I'm gonna die. Ryoga makes it look so easy…' Michael thought, breathing hard on the floor.
"…Pathetic." The elder said, both to finish her earlier sentence and to sum up Michael's attempt at vengeance.
'The fuck?' Arthur looked at Michael as if she grew a second head. "How'd you do that?" The green haired girl struggled to get to her feet and failed miserably. Her legs felt like jelly.
"I…I…" She tried to say, failing. "I'll…tell you…later…" With that, she slumped to the floor again.
"Idiot."
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To Be Continued.
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