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http://addventure.bast-enterprises.de/233705.htmlRanma’s mood was slowly starting to brighten; after the pair of cheap shots his father gave, things quickly settled down into the usual give-and-take when there was an unexpected interruption: “Hold!”
Ranma was a little surprised that his father would call the fight so early. In fact, he assumed that it was just a distraction and let a punch fly—only to have a very annoyed Genma block him and grab his wrist. “Boy, have I ever pretended to cut off a sparring match before?”
“Uh, no…”
“Then stop pretending that this is an opening. I know I’ve encouraged you to think outside the box, but trying to take advantage of the student-sensei relationship isn’t the way to do it.” Genma sighed. “It looks like we need to do something about your training.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re basically taking the same approach that you did the last three times we sparred—you wait until I give you an opening to make a cheap shot. That’s great if you’re content to be a mere self-defense instructor, but not a sensei. You’re becoming stagnant, boy.”
The only reason Ranma was able to stifle an excessively snippy reply was that experience had taught him that his training was the one thing his father never kidded about. “Um, isn’t it your job to oversee my training?”
Genma sighed again. “Yes, it is, and therein lies the problem: I’ve run out of things I can teach you.”
“What?! Ya mean I’ve learned everything about the Saotome School?”
“Of course not! I didn’t mean that I’ve run out of things that I know, I mean that everything else I know, you aren’t ready to learn yet. The fact is that I don’t really know very many techniques that are ideal for your current skill level. I had hoped that you’d start developing your own techniques to fill that gap…”
“Hey, I came up with the Mouko Takabisha, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did, but that’s about it—really, the only time you get creative is when that Ryoga fellow shows up, and that doesn’t happen nearly often enough.”
“So, what does that mean? I should go out and find him?”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying. What I mean is that it may be time to temporarily turn my responsibilities over to someone else until you’re ready.”
“And I’m guessing you got someone in mind already?”
“Obviously. I figure that if you’re going to go through with this Amazon initiation business, you may as well find out what they have to offer. Thus, your training with your mother begins next week.”
“Mom? But I thought she just sold kimonos.”
“Not Nodoka! Tissue! You did tell her you’d accepted her as a mother, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d accept it.”
“If I’m going to go through with this insanity, I might as buy into all of it.”
“Go through with… you’re gonna get your period?”
“Yes, Tissue convinced me, and in return, she’s going to teach you Amazon techniques.”
Ranma chuckled. It figured that his father would need a little something extra to entice him into staying in his female form for a month.
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