Edward Becerra wrote on 5/4/2004, 7:38 PM:
>
>
> I'm having a bit of trouble with writer's block, so
> I'm sending this incomplete (about 20K) first draft of
> chapter eight to the list for commentary in the hopes that
> any C&C will shake something loose inside my head and allow
> me to continue writing.
>
> If anyone feels like commenting, thanks in advance.
Yyyyyyyyeeesssssss!!! BIG O! It's C&C TIME!
> Sincerely,
>
> Ed Becerra
>
>
> Ranma 1/2 characters and situations are copyright 1987, 1999 by
> Takahashi Rumiko. Publishing rights (Japan) by Shogakukan Inc.
> Publishing rights (North America) by Viz Inc. This work is not
> intended to infringe those rights.
We are Valenti of Borg. Disclaimers are irrelevant. You will be
lawsuitated.
> ***************************************************************
>
> Pagliacci - A story of the world of Ranma 1/2
>
> Chapter 8
>
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>
> "Is it weird in here, or is it just me?"
>
> - Stephen Wright
...can I get back to on that?
> Ucchan's Okonomiyaki was a great place to eat. It was an even
> better place to talk.
The floorshow wasn't bad either.
> Somehow - Ukyou wasn't quite certain how - her restaurant had
> become the gathering place for those who wanted to keep current on
> events in and around the life of Ranma Saotome and the Nerima
> Wrecking Crew.
It had nothing to do with the 1000-yen per datum bounty she'd
put on
juicy bits of Ranchan Gossip.
> Newcomers would often point out that it would be much faster
> to simply BUY the information from Nabiki Tendo, and that all the
> information gotten thereby came with a money-back guarantee. But
> the regulars at the Ucchan's would cheerfully tell you that,
> unlike _Nabiki's_ information, what you learned at the Ucchan's
> came with a tasty meal, a cute cook, an even cuter waitress, and
> often a floor show.
<blink> Okay, Ed, *one* of us is reading the other's mind...
> Tsubasa Kurenai would normally object to the last comment,
> but as he often WAS the floor show, he didn't have much room to
> object.
<snicker>
> Besides, Tsubasa was usually suffering from a spatula-induced
> concussion whenever the subject was brought up. This impaired his
> ability to disagree.
At least, to do so coherently.
> The end result was that, when one of the less informed of the
> crowd around the Wrecking Crew needed to catch up on the latest,
> they would head straight for the Ucchan's, for a meal and an update.
One stop shopping. The wave of the future.
> This was why Ryu Kumon was headed for the Ucchan's.
>
> Ryu - also known as "the OTHER Ranma Saotome" - was one of the
Ranma: that's trademark infringement, you know.
> less frequently seen members of the chaos surrounding Nerima. His
Sug: "permeating" for "surrounding." The latter sounds like
the chaos
is *outside.*
> father had died while trying to train in one of Genma Saotome's
> "forbidden techniques", and Ryu had devoted his life to avenging
Comma goes inside quotes, I think.
> his father's death.
That's about as logical as your average Neriman.
> And somewhere along the way, Nodoka had taken a liking to this
> sad, unfortunate young man who'd tried to impersonate her son. Ranma
> wasn't very happy about that, but he understood loneliness and didn't
> try to interfere much. (Besides, Ranma felt a little responsible.
> The death of Ryu's father was yet ANOTHER of the debts that a certain
> fat, lazy, irresponsible damn panda had dumped on his shoulders, and
> that was something he was VERY familiar with.)
Oh, yes.
One *could* argue that Ryu's dad was responsible for his own
demise,
but one could also make the case that Genma was at minimum guilty of
negligence.
Somehow, that seems like Nodoka.
> A he came in the door, the usual gang of martial artists and
> salarymen present cheered. "RYU!"
"NORM!"
Sorry, "Cheers" flashback.
> "Hey, Ukyou-san!"
>
> "Ryu! Long time, no see, Sugar! Where have you been? And what
> can I get you?"
>
> "How about a seafood special?"
>
> "One seafood special coming up! Large or small?"
>
> "Large, please, I've been on the road for quite a while. I'm
> pretty hungry."
Okay, *how* many of Ukyou's customers can use this line without
fear of
contradiction? Most of them...
> Ukyou nodded, and her spatula blurred into action over the
> grill. "Still training?"
>
> Ryu nodded. "I want to try to establish a Kumon branch of the
> Anything Goes School. I'm hoping that if I can get trained up enough,
> Master Happosai might be willing to listen to my request."
Warning, Warning! Danger, Ryu Kumon, Danger!
> Ukyou raised an eyebrow at that. "Tendo-san and the panda might
> have a little to say about that."
Not if Nodoka says something to them first. (:)
> "Well, I hope I can talk Tendo-san around. As for the panda,
> who cares what he thinks? If need be, I'll ask Nodoka-dono for her
> assistance in 'convincing' him."
Talk to Nodoka first... and then watch the dominoes fall.
> The cross-dressing chef grinned. "I like the way you think!
> Let me know before you do, sugar. I want to get in on the Beating
> of the Panda, myself. I still owe the bastard a few more lumps."
A regular Nerima event, like Pamplona's Running of the Bulls.
But much
more frequent.
> "No problem, Ukyou-san. I'd be honored."
>
> "Thanks! Here, have some soda."
Ah, that Ukyou, she's such a sweetheart. When she's not being
obsessive, at least.
> * * *
>
> Shuutaro Mendo was somewhat unhappy. He was well-bred, stylish,
> talented, athletic, handsome, chivalrous, disciplined, intelligent
> and wealthy. He was the perfect Japanese nobleman. (Even if he did
> say so himself.)
And he did. Repeatedly. Unfortunately, he was the only one.
> So why were all the girls talking about this mysterious new
> romantic hero who'd appeared in the Furinkan neighborhood? What did
> this gaijin stranger have that Mendo did not?
How long have ya got?
> "Feh! I outshine that fool, Kuno. I outshine ALL men in Japan!
> Why do they seek to date with this foreign trash?"
...words fail me.
Obviously, this cheeseburger is going to be playing Kuno to
Gos's Ranma.
> Let it be noted that in addition to all of the above qualities,
> Mendo was also quite jealous.
>
> Nobody's perfect.
>
> * * *
>
> Ryu was looking a little ill, and it wasn't the seafood.
>
> "You say the old pervert has a new apprentice?"
Yeah, that'd make anybody ill. And start a new market in cast-iron
chastity girdles.
> "Unfortunately," nodded Ukyou.
>
> "Saw the fight myself," chipped in one of the salarymen.
> "Happened outside the new bathhouse just up the street from the
> Nekohanten."
>
> "Don't you mean the OLD bathhouse up the street?" asked Ryu.
>
> "Nerima," said the salaryman sagely.
<sicker>
> "Oh, yeah. When was it last destroyed?"
<snicker again>
Although... You're going for "most recently," right? Your line is
grammatically correct, but *feels* kind of wrong for the mood I think
you're trying to convey. Maybe something like "Oh, yeah. How long has
it been standing this time?"
> "A few weeks after the last time you left, I think," noted the
> salaryman. "Or was that the pachinko arcade just down the block?
> I get the two of those confused."
Hence the surge in naked men playing pachinko.
> "So where's Ranma?" asked Kumon.
>
> "Nobody knows," worried Ukyou. "He shows up for meals and for
> school, but that's all. I heard from Ryouga that Ranma is trying to
> track down the new player to find out who he is and why he's here."
Which new player? There's only about, lessee...
> "Sensible of him," Ryu said. "I hope he finds him. I don't like
> playing the game without a proper scorecard."
Makes it hard to keep track of par.
> "Yeah," sighed Ukyou. "It _does_ make things simpler, doesn't
> it? Meanwhile, Ryouga's lending a helping hand."
>
> "How's that? Isn't he always lost?"
>
> Ucchan explained the unique and highly effective method Nabiki
> had come up with.
Sug: "...method of Ryouga Containment..." or something.
> "Wow," blinked Ryu. "That's so OBVIOUS! I wonder why no one
> thought of that before?"
Wellll, you had to have a certain critical mass of people
willing to
make the effort. Before Happi's new apprentice, there probably weren't
enough people with sufficient motivation.
> "Too simple?" suggested one of the shop workers.
>
> Ukyou blinked. "Y'know, sugar, that makes ENTIRELY too much
> sense."
>
> "I know," smirked the shop worker.
Well, that works too. This *is* Nerima...
> "So Ranma's hunting down the blond kid, Ryouga's helping out
> against Happosai and the new apprentice," Ryu summarized. "What about
> the rest?"
>
> "Well," said Ucchan thoughtfully, "Mousse is on the run from the
> Amazons."
>
> "How's that again? Doesn't he usually CHASE Shampoo?" Ryu
> wondered.
It's a new Amazon Male Technique: Run Away Until You Catch Her.
> Ukyou explained about the new Amazons who'd arrived in town,
> Mace - and her alleged sexual preferences - in particular.
Poor Mousse. But at least she doesn't have a taste for roast duck,
like Tofu's crazy ex-gf in "Girl Days."
> Kumon shuddered. "And I thought *I* had it bad. Poor Mousse.
> Are the rest of them... you know...?"
>
> "Looking to bag a man for their village, their honor, and their
> beds? Yup. Just think of it as eugenics in action."
You are Larry Niven and I claim my five bucks.
Run, Ryu, run!
> "Damn," swore Ryu. "Okay, note to self. If a girl challenges
> me, ANY girl, no matter how she's dressed or speaks, whatever the
> reason, use the Saotome Secret Technique first and worry about how it
> looks later."
Okay, I'm opening a betting pool on how long this battle plan
lasts.
Opening bids for five minutes, anyone?
> The entire room burst into raucous laughter, laughter tinged
> with rueful understanding.
>
> * * *
>
> Freddy Doerr, ninja, newest member of Oroku Saki's Elite Guard,
> and an all-around kick-ass, take charge sort of guy, was feeling
> like kicking some ass all right. Mostly the asses of the twelve
> idiots that he'd been saddled with.
Been there. Good henchmen are so hard to find, these days.
They all
want medical benefits and dental plans...
> Right now, he'd managed to get them settled in a cheap capsule
> hotel with strict orders to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING until he returned
> for them.
"Dammit, when I said NOTHING, I wasn't including BREATHING!"
> He had a meeting with a very important person in Tokyo's Shadow
> World, and he REALLY did not need the Three Stooges times four
> hanging at his heels to screw things up.
3x4 Stooges? I'm stealing that one.
> Now standing on the other side of a truly IMMENSE mahogany
> desk, one easily large enough to land small planes upon, he made a
> humble bow.
Other side of who/what? Sug: "wrong side" or "subordinate side",
something more suggestive.
> "Tanaka-dono, I most humbly request that you review my petition
> to purchase the NinjaBurger Franchise for Nerima."
...
....
................................<!>
> The elderly Japanese man behind the desk looked him over with
> the air of a scientist examining a minor example of an uninteresting
Sug: "Entimologist(sp?)" for "scientist." Just a bit fancier.
> species of insect. Freddy would normally have taken his attitude as
> an insult, one that could only be settled by the spilling of blood.
Except when dealing with someone bigger/nastier, like his boss.
> However, the three white-clad ninja in the room with them -
> ninja he could just BARELY detect, even with his senses strained
> to their limits - encouraged Freddy to keep a level head on his
> shoulders.
This one is just smart enough to provide *massive* comic relief.
> As opposed, say, to having it rolling on the floor courtesy
> of a quick slash from a razor-keen ninja-to. Freddy was rather fond
> of his head. He much preferred it where it was at the moment. These
> facts helped him to keep his pride in check.
<supressing hentai joke>
> Tanaka opened the folder lying on his desk, reviewing the
> contents. "I see you serve Oroku Saki."
"With pickles and a side Caeser salad, yessir. Would you like
fries
with him?"
> "I do, Tanaka-dono."
>
> "I disapprove of his adopting gaijin into the Clans of the
> Shadow."
>
> Freddy stiffened slightly in indignation, then forced himself
> to relax, hoping the brief lapse in his personal discipline hadn't
> been noticed.
>
> "However, times do change, and the Clans must change with them,
> however distasteful I might personally find the process." He flipped
> through the pages again. "You are, I would hope, familiar with the
> rather... peculiar... difficulties involved in defending the honor
> of NinjaBurger while in Nerima."
Rule 1: NO SMORGASBOARDS!
> Freddie was NOT, in fact, familiar with any difficulties. His
> master had not seen fit to inform him of the nature of Nerima, as
> Saki himself held the stories to be nothing more than the ninja
> equivalent of a child's scary bedtime stories. He nodded anyway,
> as Saki had instructed him before he'd left New York.
I actually feel sorry for him.
> "You do this of your own choosing."
>
> "I do, Tanaka-dono."
"You are eithe insane, or the gutsiest damn gaijin I've ever seen."
> "You understand that should you fail NinjaBurger, you will be
> required to make your apologies with your life."
Doomed.
> "I do."
>
> "Then you may go."
>
> One of the white-clad ninja appeared next to Freddy's shoulder,
> holding a large envelope, motioning for the boy to take it. Freddy
> accepted it carefully, then followed the ninja out of the office.
Dead. Meat.
> * * *
>
> The man who'd once been known as "Tiger" Tanaka glanced over at
> his former student and handpicked successor. "Your thoughts on the
> boy?"
>
> "Do you really think one of the Shredder's get would uphold
> your 'company policy'?"
>
> "Of course not," snorted the former head of the Japanese
> Imperial Intelligence Service. "He'll take the dishonorable way
> out. He'll live. Which, in an area such as Nerima, is actually
> to our benefit."
>
> "How so?"
>
> "Come now... the employee turnover there has been simply
> ludicrous until now. Imagine the amount we will save in death
> benefits ALONE. Honor is one thing... our stockholder's happiness
> is another."
How Japanese. (:)
> Tanaka paused. "A test for a former student. What will
> happen when the child begins to flail financially?"
>
> "Saki will choose to take a personal hand in matters, no doubt.
> He may even come in person to... ah. I see."
>
> Tiger nodded. "Saki has caused much grief. Worse, he has caused
> us much embarrassment. It is long since past time that the fool is
> properly disciplined for what he has done."
"And we will let the Nerimans do it for us, hence saving
beaucoup yen."
> The current head of the JIIS smiled thinly. "And Tatsu?"
>
> "No one may depart the service of the Emperor without the
> Emperor's leave and permission," said Tanaka, his voice harsh.
> "You know that as well as I do. Once the children in Nerima
> humiliate him and his so-called 'Master', Tatsu shall be returned
> - alive! - to the Palace. I will expect you to deal with him as
> per standing orders."
"Tax audit, the purple dinosaur, and a stack of Milli Vanilli
recordings, yes Sir."
> "Indeed. And the mutants?"
>
> "They present no threat to us at this time. Their lives have
> been harsh and cruel. They deserve the opportunity to learn more of
> their father's homeland, much as any other nisei does."
So gaijin are out, but nonhumans are okay? Heh.
> "I shall so report to the Emperor." The younger man paused.
> "I understand that you are somewhat short-handed at the moment."
>
> Tiger nodded.
>
> "Three of our Master's bodyguards find they are no longer as
> agile as they once were. They seek a new way to serve him."
>
> Tanaka grinned. "Indeed. Such is the true purpose of Ninja
> Burger."
Retirement program for elderly ninja/SF/Intel types?
> "I will send them to you immediately. You will keep a close eye
> on the Nerima situation?"
>
> "Always."
>
> "I still think the children would be of more use to our Master
> if they were subjected to more discipline."
Suuuure. YOU try it.
> "You will learn differently, teishi. You will learn. As I did
> with their predecessors. Ahh... those were the days."
Oh, good grief. This guy used to go barhopping with Genma,
Soun, and
Happi, didn't he?
> "True. How IS Bond-san these days?"
>
> "Still chasing the ladies, from what Q tells me."
Well, it *is* a cornerstone of the franchise.
> "M also sends her regards."
>
> "Please let her know that I am most grateful."
>
> * * *
>
> "They ain't the bravest heroes, but they're the only ones we
> got!"
>
> - "Dave the Barbarian"
>
> Gos limped home slowly, currently in his normal form thanks
> to a hot cup of tea from a street vender. At least he no longer had
> to worry about street thugs. The kempo lessons Ranma had painfully
> pounded into him had - to Hikaru's surprise - taken rather well.
> While Gos would never win any awards for skill or grace in the Art,
> he was able to defend himself. Enough so that now, most of the common
> bullies simply wrote him off as "more trouble than he's worth."
Hm. So the training holds even in his normal form?
Interesting. And
useful. Otherwise, Gos might just disappear up his own existence.
> Saotome had also arranged for Doctor Tofu to give Gos lessons in Tai
> Chi and Akido, both of which were more suited to Gos's uncursed
> form.
Isn't that "Aikido"? Heck, I dunno.
> He heard a now-familiar sound from overhead, and looked up to
> see a cute young girl with purple hair in a school fuku bounding
> over the rooftops, chased by a high-tech attack helicopter. He
> considered the empty thermos he was holding, then shook his head.
> Atsuko would just have to "play" with her mother's employees by
> herself this time. He had to get home before his OWN mother did
> something deranged.
Purple hair? I thought Nuku-chan was a readhead? (Then again,
I've
only seen the OAVs).
> Reaching the gate of his home, he looked around. None of the
> local lunatics in sight. He thanked the kami and went on inside.
> Only to be glomped by his mother.
...okay, *ew.* Yeah, I know she doesn't mean it that way, but
still, I
had a momentary "glomp" flashback.
> Okay, ONE local lunatic present, Gos thought to himself. I
> shouldn't have opened my mouth. "Oh," says Kami-sama, "A CHALLENGE!"
>
> "I saw you on the television, son! You were WONDERFUL!"
> Oichi squealed joyously. "My son, the hero!"
Spiderman only *wishes* he had this problem.
> Gos wanted to melt into the ground from sheerest embarrassment.
> "Motherr..."
>
> "Now, now, dear, mother knows best!" Oichi looked him up and
> down. "Where is your suit, dear? I saw it on the TV when you were
> fighting that dreadful thing with the help of all those lovely
> magical girls and demon hunters and other heroes. We should have it
> cleaned PROMPTLY. Ichor stains are most difficult to get out of silk
> once they have a chance to dry, you know."
<blink> This fight wasn't in Ch7. Happened off-screen?
> "It's still upstairs in my room, Mother."
>
> "But I saw-"
>
> "I borrowed a spare suit from my new hero-sensei, Mother. I
> didn't have the time to come home and get one before we were
> attacked."
>
> "Your sensei? And this would be who, exactly?" his mother asked
> suspiciously.
Uh oh.
> Hikaru crossed his fingers behind his back and lied for all he
> was worth. "Ahh... I think you saw her on the TV, Mother. The girl
> in the leather coat? Moonshadow? She's taken me on as an apprentice."
First response: Good save.
Second: Ooooh, Gos, this is going to come back to haunt you.
> One vitally important lesson he'd learned from Ranma had nothing
> and everything to do with martial arts. When you had to tell a lie,
> insisted Saotome, you should take the lie, mix it liberally with two
> equal parts truth, and they'd usually swallow the entire thing whole.
> Something Nabiki had hammered into Ranma's skull, eventually.
>
> Sure enough, it worked. Also as surely, it set his mother off on
> yet another trip through the furthest reaches of her fantasies.
>
> "My son has met a beautiful magical girl! He'll marry her and
> I'll have magical grandbabies! WAAAAAAH! LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!"
You have to wonder how many women who grew up on Sailor Moon hold
hidden ambitions for "magical grandbabies"....
> Hikaru simply stood there and dully wondered when Tendo-san
> had begun giving his mother lessons in "How to Cry Like a Waterfall
> 101". Come to think of it, it wouldn't surprise him if Saotome-san
> (the father, not the son) had been giving lessons in "How To Run To
> The Closest Sake Bar Like a Sniveling Coward".
Giving *who* lessons? Gos's father?
> * * *
>
> Gosunkugi Takuji sneezed, almost spilling his sake all over the
> bar. A huge panda patted him on the back with one paw, holding up a
> placard with the other.
Gee, Gos, are you sure you're not a little bit psychic? (:)
> [Catching a cold, Takuji-kun?]
>
> * * *
>
> Once the flood of his mother's tears had subsided (and Gos had
> gotten a mop to clean them up), he headed for his room to rest. And
> hopefully to forget the entire day, for at least a few hours.
>
> He still had much to do, though. Ranma-sensei had been quite
> detailed on the fact that what you did AFTER the battle was as
> important as the battle itself. He'd referred to it as an "after
> action report". (A term that Sensei had learned from the Marines
> on Okinawa.)
Punctuation error: "...report" (a...Okinawa).
> He had to write down a short report of the crucial
> details of the battle, focusing on what he'd done right, and just as
> serious, what he'd done wrong. Sensei would be reading it later,
> and if he left out anything of import, Ranma would point it out to
> his embarrassment.
Nice to see Ranma's a less psycho sensei than Genma. Although
probably
still almost as tough.
> He had to throw away the entire first page, however, seeing
> as it consisted of two words, repeated over and over again.
>
> "why ME?!"
>
> Of course, he already KNEW the answer to that question. He
> simply didn't want to hear it.
Hey, Gos, you did this one all to yourself.
> With a heartfelt sigh, he crumpled the paper up, pitched it into
> the wastebasket, and started over, beginning with the train trip and
> how Ranma-sensei had informed him they would be riding on the OUTSIDE
> of the train...
Of course, some of Genma's training methods are just too good to
give up.
> * * *
>
> Gos had just finished up the after action report when there was
> a tap at the door, and his mother entered.
>
> She was smiling, and Gos shuddered inwardly. It was the smile
> that he'd learned meant "I have yet ANOTHER idea designed expressly
> and solely to embarrass my son past the point of madness."
All mothers know that one.
> "Son, now that you are a hero and defender of the weak, it is
> now time for you to share in a sacred secret of our family. We, the
> Gosunkugi's, have been protecting this secret for centuries. Now,
> I must pass this secret knowledge on to you."
Oh, CRAP. Poor Gos. I dunno what this is, but whatever it is,
it's
guaranteed to make his life pure heck.
> Gos went cold inside. Oh, kami, he thought. A mystic weapon?
> A family curse? Some stupid kami-be-damned destiny? What NOW?!
Maybe they're from the Silver Millenium?
> His mother mistook the sudden stiffening of his shoulders
> for heroic determination.
A typical mother-ish failing.
> "Yes, my son... we are going to the dry cleaners!"
....huh?
> The carpet tastes wonderful when it's been freshly shampooed,
> thought Gos, just before he began to scream.
>
> * * *
>
> "Taking over the world is one thing. Finding good help to run
> it for you - that's the killer."
>
> - Ivan Oooze, 'Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie'
That's a very good point.
> Oroko Saki had never been a patient man. Odd, given that he was
> a trained ninja, to whom patience wasn't merely a virtue, but a most
> powerful weapon.
>
> But while his skills were undeniable, so was his tendency
> to obsess on the battles he'd lost.
>
> After the recovery of his broken body from the wreckage of the
> New York docks by Tatsu and his faithful Foot, he'd been smuggled
> to a doctor who'd made a great deal of money servicing members of
> various organized crime families when they'd incurred injuries
> that couldn't be... explained... to the staff of a normal hospital.
>
> While the changes the mutagenic ooze had made to his body
> couldn't be reversed, they could be minimized. The segments of his
> body armor that had fused to his skin were surgically removed,
> and cosmetic surgery took care of most of the scar tissue. He would
> never look as he once had, but he could now pass for human again,
> provided he keep his clothing on.
Don't even *ask* about his sex life.
> Now he stood in excess of six and a half feet tall in his bare
> feet, and had the physique of a body-builder who'd been abusing
> steroids for years. Pantsuto Taro would be jealous, and the Master
> of the Muscle Sword cult would have broken into tears of sheerest
> envy.
Taro: "Ahh, my monster form could still take him."
> Most martial artists might have considered the change a blessing
> in disguise. Saki _wasn't_ one of them. He was a ninja. A spy and an
> assassin. Being built like Arnold Schwarzenegger's bigger brother
> was a hindrance, not a help, in the business of espionage and silent
> murder.
The old "Twilight Zone" did this once -- a jockey wished to be
"big,"
and ended up unable to fit through his door (much less ride horses
anymore).
> He MIGHT have been welcome in the Hand, but Saki's ego wouldn't
> allow him to serve anyone. Using the Hand, however, he didn't mind.
> Dipping deeply into the cash reserves he'd built up during the Foot's
> first rampage through New York, he was able to pay them to smuggle
> him back to Japan.
>
> He'd never admit it, considering it a weakness that rivals and
> enemies might exploit, but it felt good to be home. America might
> be the land of opportunities, but Saki had never felt comfortable
> there. America was simply too uncivilized. Why Tang Shin and Yoshi
> had EVER fled to New York was something he'd never truly understand.
> Fleeing for one's life was one thing. Living among gaijin for the
> rest of one's life? Another thing _entirely_.
Xenophobe.
> Saki sneered as he soaked in the bath. If only he had been
> there, fifty years earlier, Japan would NOT have failed to defeat
> America, and the Pacific would belong to Japan. If not the world.
> None would have stood in his way.
Yeeeeah, right. His skills would have been *so* useful against the
attack subs sinking Japanese shipping in the Pacific. Not to mention
served as a defense against air-dropped nuclear weapons...
> As it was, soon Japan would be his. First the Clans would bow to
> him. Then, the government. And once Japan was under his control, the
> world.
Reality check, aisle nine.
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