On we go... as always, C&C is quite welcome.
- Grayson Towler
http://www.talesfromthevault.com/relentless
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RELENTLESS
A Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction
By Grayson Towler
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Inner Strength
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She stood in the darkening forest with a knife clutched in her
trembling hand, trying to work up the nerve to end it once and
for all.
One cut was all it would take. A decisive moment, a slash of
edged steel, and she would be done with the pain and the
frustration. It would be that easy to put an end to her
suffering, to finally have some peace, if only she had the
courage to do this one simple thing. The knife was sharp
and she was strong. A single slice was all it would take.
All Akane had to do was cut the rope and let the rock fall.
The sun had almost set, and the boulder loomed like a great
shadow overhead, swaying ever so slightly as it dangled from
the trees. She had never hated anything so fiercely in her
entire life. Every day for over three weeks she'd come here,
smashing herself against this damnable stone again and again.
Today she had repeated the ritual, once more with the same
result. It seemed as if she'd been crushed by this rock a
thousand times.
She was getting nowhere with this. Perhaps she was a bit
quicker to recover now than she had been at first, perhaps
she'd learned to face the rock with courage rather than
panicking before it hit, but those were insignificant
achievements. The training was pure insanity. She wasn't
any closer to finding the breaking point than she'd been
when she'd begun.
Akane seemed to hurt all the time now. She limped through
the days in a haze of aches and pains. Everything in her
life felt diffused and indistinct, like she was watching the
world through a perpetual fog. She knew that her grades at
school were suffering. She hadn't spent time with her friends
in what seemed like an eternity. She hadn't done any other
sorts of training since she started trying to break this
piece of merciless stone. Now, it was the only thing that
seemed real in her life. She could see it swinging towards
her every time she closed her eyes. The boulder dominated
her dreams, an angry planet of pain which hurtled relentlessly
towards her through the blackness of the night. Those dreams
were starting to seem more like reality than her waking life.
The only respite she had was the time she spent in Dr. Tofu's
office, where his gentle hands and soft voice made her forget
the punishment she'd endured for a while. It reminded her
of a time when her life made sense, when she'd been in love
with Tofu and the world had seemed simple. Before Ranma had
come into her life, before everything had become so hard to
understand.
She could go back to that now. Ranma was gone, and maybe
that was for the best. In time, she'd forget about him -
sometimes she wondered why she missed such an infuriating
person at all. She could go back to being the best martial
artist at Furinkan, she could be done with magic and curses
and monsters. Ranma might come back someday... and if he
didn't, she would heal. All she had to do was cut the rope,
and the pain would be gone.
Akane steeled her resolve and began to climb the tree.
Five minutes later, she was strapped into the harness and
pulling the release cord, hurtling towards the swinging
rock with her finger extended like a lance before her,
screaming in rage. The black stone pounded her once again,
sweeping her along in its path as if she were no more than
a mote of dust. The shock of the impact overcame her, and
the world went dark.
She wasn't sure how long she hung there, but by the time
she came to she and the rock had stopped swinging. The
moonlight filtered through the leaves of the trees, and the
night had grown cold. Tendou Akane moaned and began to
work herself slowly out of the rope harness.
<That was really stupid,> she chastised herself. <Twice
in one day, and you didn't even put the pads on this time,
you idiot.>
Nobody was here to help her down this time. It was a pretty
long drop to the ground and she wasn't sure if she could
land on her feet. Besides, the knife was down there
somewhere - she couldn't remember when or where she'd
dropped it. The last thing she needed was to impale herself
on Kasumi's bread knife when she fell.
There was nothing for it but to climb back up the rope to
the branch, and then down the tree. She just about passed
out when she tried to pull herself up with her right arm -
a sharp, fiery pain crackled from her shoulder along the
length of the limb. She settled back into the harness and
inspected it gingerly. It wasn't broken, at least, but it
hurt like the devil.
She started again, using her feet and her left hand to haul
her aching body up the length of the rope. She'd added
another set of bruises to her ribs, and every breath she
drew left footprints of agony up and down her side. She
eased her way carefully along the branch and over to the
trunk for the climb down, placing every step and handhold
with deliberate care. If she'd concussed herself again,
she knew she couldn't trust her balance.
Akane leaned against the tree trunk when she finally made
it down, taking shallow breaths and trying to collect her
wits. She didn't know what time it was, and she had no
intention of waking Dr. Tofu up in the middle of the night
for this. She knew he'd be upset with her for going back
to the rock a second time in one day, and she couldn't bear
the shame of telling him.
Akane fumbled around for the knife, cursing herself for not
bringing a flashlight. She was afraid she'd have to leave
it behind, which meant Dr. Tofu would probably see it when
they came back, and ask her about it. But the moon was
almost full, and she caught the glint of silvery light off
metal just as she was about to give up. Gratefully, she
recovered the kitchen knife and set off, limping her way
through the woods back towards home.
The lights were out in the Tendou house by the time Akane
shuffled through the gate, though Kasumi had left the front
lamp shining for her. She wondered how late it was. She
was impossibly weary, but she knew that she wouldn't be able
to get to sleep until the pain subsided a bit more. School
would be pure hell tomorrow.
She decided to try to eat something first. Maybe that would
help her sleep.
Akane barely registered the cluster of jars and containers
which were stacked off to the side by the clean dishes, most
of which were full of thinly sliced meats and vegetables.
If Kasumi had packed them up, she must need them for
something. Akane grabbed a couple of slices of bread and
rummaged around amongst the leftovers for something which
would make a decent sandwich.
Her father found her slumped in front of the television,
bleary-eyed but still awake, with her half-eaten sandwich
on the floor beside her.
"Akane? Are you all right? It's so late, we were worried."
She blinked up at him. Normally it would have upset her
that she hadn't noticed him enter, but she was well past
the point of caring about such a trivial matter of pride.
"Oh, hi Daddy. I couldn't sleep."
Tendou Soun nodded. The rigorous training his daughter was
enduring had taken its toll on her, but she couldn't be
talked out of quitting. "I see. Is Kasumi up? Did she
make you that sandwich?"
"No, she's asleep. You can have it if you want," she
murmured, taking a sip of tea.
Soun eyed the sandwich with suspicion which bordered on
fear. His youngest daughter's legendary disasters in the
kitchen had made everyone in the household wary of the
food she created... and yet, the sandwich was half-eaten...
The martial artist swallowed hard and forced a smile.
"D... don't mind if I do," he said, then reached a trembling
hand to pick up the remains of the sandwich. He sniffed it
carefully, then closed his eyes and took a small bite.
He chewed, swallowed... and took another bite.
Tears trickled their way down familiar pathways on his
cheeks.
"Oh my sweet girl!" he exclaimed. "I'm so... I'm so proud
of you!"
Akane, who hadn't been paying the slightest attention to
what her father had been doing, blinked up at him in
surprise. "What?"
"This..." he held the sandwich before him like a treasure,
"this... is a decent sandwich! My girl can make a decent
sandwich!"
Akane boggled at him, unable for a moment to understand
what on Earth he thought he was talking about. She'd just
thrown some leftovers onto a piece of bread, and her father
acted like it was cause for some sort of national holiday.
A small burst of laughter escaped her. Her cooking again...
that was the big deal. All the effort and sweat and tears
she'd poured into trying to make herself into a good cook,
and now finally she'd made something that someone liked for
a change without even trying. What would Ranma have said?
She laughed some more. Her father laughed with her,
practically dancing a jig with the sandwich in hand. Only
when he realized that his daughter's laughter had changed
into sobs did he break off his own celebration.
"Akane?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
"I've been..." she gasped, her face buried in her hands,
"... I've been so stupid... so stupid..."
Soun set the sandwich aside and knelt to embrace his
daughter. Akane trembled and wept uncontrollably in his
arms, not caring how much her ribs hurt every time a sob
jolted its way up from her chest. All she could think
about was how angry she used to get about her cooking, how
much stupid, pointless energy she'd wasted on something so
utterly trivial. Scores of arguments she'd had with Ranma
replayed themselves in her head; fights about cooking, about
other girls, about some comment or another, about any number
of petty, idiotic things. They'd fought like it didn't
matter, like they had all the time in the world, but now
he was gone and she might never see him again. Was that the
sum of the memories she would have? Bickering and teasing,
angry blows and cruel words? Did she really waste the time
she was given with Ranma on such foolish, foolish things?
"I want him back!" she wailed into her father's shirt. "I
want... I want..." Her words lost cohesion and she just
cried.
Soun rocked his daughter gently, like he had when she was
still a baby, and stroked her hair. He did not weep. His
tears would do Akane no good, and he realized that he had
been useless to her for too long.
He was so proud of her, of how hard she was trying to learn
this dangerous technique, of how much she wanted to help
Ranma. He couldn't tell her to stop, not now. His daughter
was a true fighter, more than he had ever been himself, all
he ever would have wanted in an heir to his school. But she
needed the skills to back up her spirit, skills which he
could not teach her himself.
Tendou Soun knew his own limitations. If he could be a hard
and strict teacher, he might help Akane hone her abilities.
But he had learned years ago that such a thing was beyond his
reach. He had taught her what he could by the time she was
ten. While his friend Genma could push his son for the sake
of the Art (sometimes too far), Soun could never bring
himself to physically hurt his own child, no matter what.
That didn't mean he had to sit back and watch his daughter
try to learn on her own. If her father couldn't help train
her, he could find someone who could.
Akane's sobs had subsided - she was asleep in his arms.
Tendou Soun gently lifted his daughter and carried her back
to her room. Tomorrow would be a hard day for her, but he
knew what he had to do.
- - - - - -
Nabiki forced herself to relax her white-knuckled grip on
the spatula and took a deep breath. She eased the edge of
the spatula underneath the sizzling okonomiyaki, trying to
keep her hand steady. <Come on, you lousy little monster,
don't you dare...>
Someone came through the door of the restaurant in the
middle of her flip, and her attention wavered. The pancake
immediately formed a ragged split down the middle and flopped
off her spatula onto the grill in two uneven pieces.
Nabiki wanted to scream. She wanted to jump up and down
shout obscenities at Ukyou, at Konatsu, at her customers,
even at Kasumi. She wanted to hurl the ingredients on the
floor, slop the batter onto the walls, smash the tables and
chairs to flinders and set the whole restaurant on fire.
Instead, she brushed her limp hair back from her eyes and
forced a smile at the customer at the counter.
"I'm sorry," she said. "It'll just be a few more minutes,
I'm afraid."
"That's okay," the older gentleman assured her. "I'll eat
it in two pieces. I really don't mind."
She hated the part of herself that wanted to collapse in
gratitude. The man obviously saw that she was struggling
and wanted to help her out. He could tell she was inept,
and she couldn't bear his pity.
Unfortunately, she WAS inept. There was no denying it.
It took her ten minutes to do a job that Konatsu or Kasumi
could do in one. She smiled at him and thanked him, scooping
the two pieces of okonomiyaki onto a plate.
Nabiki's okonomiyaki were sad things to behold, especially in
comparison to the creations of the other cooks who had worked
this griddle, but the customers bought them and nobody had
thrown up yet. That was about the best she could say for
the day so far.
Kasumi had spent three or four hours in the kitchen with
her last night teaching her what to do. Nabiki had made a
point of not cooking anything more complicated than rice
since her mother had died, but she'd seen no other way out
of her dilemma. She couldn't make Kasumi work for her for
free - she refused to take that step. But asking Kasumi to
teach her was another matter. Her elder sister had been
more than willing to help.
She'd made it look so easy.
Cooking the actual pancakes was really the simplest part.
The true secret to making good okonomiyaki was in the
preparation. The sauce was especially critical, but all
the ingredients had to be diced, marinated, sauteed, and
seasoned as well. Preparing the individual okonomiyaki
itself was just a matter of mixing the right ingredients
into the batter and dumping it onto the griddle.
It sounded so simple, and it hadn't been that difficult
last night, with Kasumi looking over her shoulder and
telling her what to do. But today, with the hot grill
sizzling and hungry customers staring at her, every aspect
of preparing the food seemed to be a task worthy of Hercules.
The batter wouldn't pour evenly, so her pancakes came out
looking like dying amoebas rather than smooth, appetizing
discs. The okonomiyaki would come out burned on the bottom,
or mushy in the middle, or both. The ingredients seemed to
disappear on her sometimes, and she'd end up clawing through
a clutter of jars and bowls to find what she needed. And
she had a devil of a time keeping the damned things intact
when she flipped them.
"May I place an order?"
"In a moment," she called. There was something she was
supposed to do. She ran through Kasumi's checklist in her
mind... oil the griddle. She always forgot that. No wonder
her okonomiyaki fell apart so often.
"Can I help you?" she asked her customer when she'd
finished. It was only then that she recognized the person
at the counter. "Uh... hi."
"Why hello, Tendou-san," the girl in the tennis outfit said
sweetly. "I'd heard about your latest job, but I had to see
it for myself."
Nabiki gave her a weak, wary smile. Watanabe Mari was
captain of the junior girl's tennis team at Furinkan, and
not a person who had much love for Nabiki at present. She
had been one of Nabiki's last delivery slaves before the
Ucchan's take-out enterprise had collapsed. Nabiki had sent
Konatsu to follow her for three nights in a row, until he'd
finally come home with photographs of the girl and her
boyfriend checking into a love hotel. Mari had bought the
negatives with four days of hard work carrying okonomiyaki
through the streets of Nerima. Had the girl come to mock
her, or take her revenge?
"Can I get you anything, Mari? Er... Watanabe-san?"
Mari raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You're really cooking,"
she observed. "The great Tendou Nabiki, who always seemed
to find a way around having to take Home Economics. What
did you call all the girls who were 'chained up in the
kitchen?' You had some term that was so clever, but I can't
seem to remember it."
Nabiki sighed. Part of her wanted to snap back in defiance,
but she couldn't muster the energy. "I don't remember
either," she lied. <I called them a bunch of wall-eyed
cattle, I seem to recall, but I really don't want to admit
it.>
"Oh well, no matter. The team voted to get okonomiyaki for
lunch. I need to place an order," she said cheerfully, but
with an unmistakable undertone of malice.
"Okay," Nabiki collected her pad and pencil. "What would
you like?"
Mari produced a list from her breast pocket and unfolded
it. She cleared her throat, and began to read. "Three of
the number four sliced pork. One of the number three
sliced pork, double meat. Two of the number seven eel,
but one of them with no green onions. That's Akiko, she's
allergic to onions. Three of the number two squid, but one
of them should have the ginger sauce and one of them needs
to have water chestnuts. Two of the number three chicken,
both without soba noodles. Two of the number four chicken,
one with soba noodles added, one with extra sauce. Three
of the vegetarian special, one of those without peppers,
one of those with extra boiled cabbage. One fish-lover's
special, with a sprinkle of wasabi. Not too much, Miaka
gets sick if she has too much, even though she loves the
taste. And for me, one salmon okonomiyaki with tangy mirin
sauce, heavy on the pickled ginger."
Nabiki had stopped writing about a third of the way through.
Outside, she tried to keep her composure, but her mind was
already spiraling in a black vortex of helplessness. It
would take her FOREVER to fill that order, if she was even
capable of it at all. Ukyou could have done it in three
minutes flat. Mari smiled at her with artificial warmth.
On the other hand, she realized, this sale would probably
put her over the top for her budget. The restaurant would
stay afloat another day.
"If you get it done in thirty minutes," she said, "I've got
a big tip waiting for you."
She was a woman lost at sea, and there was nothing to do
but to dog-paddle her way towards shore. "Could you...
please read that again? I want... to make sure I got it
right."
Mari handed her the list. "Here, just take this," she said
gaily. "I'll be back in a few!" She twirled, her long
ponytail swishing out in a graceful arc behind her, and
all but skipped out of the little restaurant.
Nabiki watched her go, brushing the greasy strands of hair
out of her eyes. The scheming mercenary girl who would
have plotted vengeance for this was long gone. Nabiki the
cook was just trying to figure out how she could get these
okonomiyaki prepared before Mari came back.
<This,> she thought as she assembled the ingredients, <has
been the most tiring day of my entire life.>
The next day was even worse. But somehow, she made it
through anyway.
- - - - - -
Akane trudged up the sidewalk towards the gate to Furinkan
High School, trying to ignore her weariness. In a few
minutes, she'd get to class and be able to sit down. The
combination of physical abuse and lack of sleep from the
day before had left her a total zombie. Her bookbag felt
like an anvil bolted to the end of her arm. She'd considered
skipping the day, but sheer force of habit had carried her
through her morning routine and out the door. <Maybe I'll
skip gym class,> she thought. <I seriously need to get
some rest.>
She turned the corner to enter the gate, and was rather
astonished to see the entire student body of the school
gathered on the front lawn. They were all staring straight
at her.
"Wha..." she gasped, blushing. "What's going on?"
It was then that she noticed the podium. Her father stood
elevated above the sea of high school students, a megaphone
in hand. Behind him, a panda with a pair of flags translated
his words into semaphore for the benefit of the hearing
impaired.
"Students of Furinkan High!" he addressed them. "As you
know, my daughter has been engaged to your fellow classmate,
Saotome Ranma. However, Ranma has taken a leave of absence,
and we do not know when he will return."
Murmurs rippled through the assembled teenagers. Various
rumors had circulated regarding Ranma's conspicuous
vanishing, but nobody seemed to be certain of the truth.
Akane had been less than forthcoming about the matter, and
few people at school wanted to talk to Nabiki right now.
Tendou Soun continued. "It grieves me to see my beloved
daughter left alone while her dear fiancee is away.
Therefore, I have determined that she should be allowed
to socialize as she pleases while Ranma is away!"
Akane's jaw dropped. The muttering in the crowd
intensified.
"So I declare," her father shouted through the microphone,
"that whoever can best my daughter in combat... will have
my permission to date with her!"
Akane gasped in disbelief and horror. It had been bad
enough when Kunou had made this insane proposal the first
time, but her own father....
The girls in the crowd scattered, along with many of the
boys. The remaining throng of young men advanced on her,
smiles on their faces, adoration in their eyes, and hands
curled up into fists.
Akane took a step back, but the urge to bolt quickly
vanished. In its place swelled a familiar surge of rage.
It had been a while since she'd gotten really genuinely
angry, not since Ranma had left, but her wrath returned
to her like a trusted friend and filled her limbs with
strength.
She stomped forward, hand clenched around the handle of
her bookbag, battle aura simmering to life. "You have got
to be kidding me!" she growled.
"We love you, Akane!"
"Date with me, Tendou-san!"
"SHUT UP AND DIE!" she shrieked, and launched herself into
the crowd.
For the first minute of battle, she tore through her
classmates like a chainsaw through a stack of champagne
glasses. She was stronger and faster than she'd been
when she'd last fought the student populace in bulk, and
they fell like flies before her blows. But her body began
to fail her as the fight dragged on. The sprained muscles
right arm screamed in protest with every punch she threw,
and her aching ribs made every breath seem like a lungful
of liquid fire. Her blows became weaker, her kicks slower,
and her attackers started to land some of their strikes.
Akane took her bookbag in both hands and flailed madly in
every direction, abandoning technique for sheer strength
in her attacks. She battered her attackers in a frenzy,
practically blinded by her own pain and anger. The handle
of her bag snapped, spraying books and loose papers in a
broad fan across the trampled grass. She charged forward
and set into her opponents, heedless of her own defense or
the counterattacks they landed on her, praying that she
could finish them before her strength finally abandoned
her.
She smashed two heads together and tossed the dazed boys
aside, then cast about for other foes to hit. Nobody
attacked. Was it over? Had she finally finished them...?
"Truly, these lowly curs are unworthy to date with thee."
Akane turned slowly, her heart full of despair. Of course,
Kunou had held back until the end. He advanced on her in
his kendo stance, wooden sword held out before him in steady
hands. Akane's vision was blurred around the edges, she
could barely keep herself standing.
She wanted to cry. It was hopeless - Kunou was better than
all the others she'd faced put together, and she was dead
on her feet. In a one-on-one fight, in her condition, she
didn't stand a chance.
Inspiration struck. "Oh Kunou!" she cried, throwing her arms
wide and beaming at him. "Come to me!"
"Tendou Akane! At last we are together!" Kunou Tatewaki's
face was bright with joy. He rushed forward to embrace her,
his arms spread and his defense forgotten.
>From somewhere deep within, Akane drew forth the last of her
strength for one final blow. Kunou never knew it was coming.
Her brutal uppercut connected with his chin with a loud
crack, and Kunou's body hurtled away from her like a rocket.
She never saw where he came down. She was on her knees a
second after she landed the blow, gulping down breath after
agonizing breath. Akane was at the end of her strength, and
for several long minutes she could not have moved even if
she wanted to. Her friends cluttered protectively around
her, chattering worriedly and trying to soothe her. Akane
was grateful - if any of the boys who'd held back attacked
her now, she'd never be able to defend herself.
Her father shouldered his way through the crowd of girls
and dropped to his knees to embrace her. "Oh my sweet
girl! I'm so proud!" he wept.
"Why..." she heaved, but she was too racked with agony
to speak more than that.
"It's for your training," her father explained. "Even with
the bakusai ten-ketsu regimen, you can't afford to neglect
the rest of your training. Now, you'll have no choice but
to fight every morning."
"Thanks a lot," she croaked. He called this training?
Akane would have argued further, but she simply didn't
have the strength. She couldn't remember ever being so
utterly spent and exhausted in her entire life.
The next day was even worse. But somehow, she made it
through anyway.
- - - - - -
Ranma nearly lost his balance when he dodged the kick, and
recovered just in time to get out of the way of the
roundhouse strike which followed. He hopped backwards,
trusting to luck that he'd find firm footing when he landed
instead of loose stone or treacherous roots. He recovered
his fighting stance and ducked away from the next series of
blows with a little more ease.
There was no question about it. Ryouga was getting faster.
Ranma threw a couple of kicks at the Lost Boy, getting him
to drop his guard towards his abdomen, then sprung up and
bounced off his head. The momentum of his leap carried him
up over his opponent, and Ranma knew it was a move that
always got on Ryouga's nerves. Instinct told him to tuck
his feet up, and he barely avoided Ryouga's backhanded
counterattack. He rolled in a somersault when he landed,
finding his feet an instant later and pivoting to face the
bandana-clad martial artist once again.
Ryouga flashed him a fanged smile and unlimbered his battle
umbrella.
"Not too shabby," Ranma called. "You're almost keepin' me
awake this time."
"Heh," Ryouga snorted. "See if you can sleep through this!"
With that, Ryouga launched himself at Ranma, holding his
umbrella with both hands as if to impale his foe on its
blunt end. The pig-tailed boy dodged the first attack, and
then suddenly the red umbrella flew like a piston, striking
towards him with blow after rapid blow as Ryouga pressed his
attack.
"This is... Kunou's trick!" Ranma shouted indignantly as he
dodged. The rapid-strike umbrella barrage was indeed
reminiscent of Kunou Tatewaki's favorite special attack,
though Ranma thought Ryouga might be going just a bit
faster than the kendo artist usually did.
Kunou's attack was powerful enough to crack stone with the
air pressure alone. Ryouga's umbrella was thicker than
the wooden sword that Kunou used, and probably thirty times
heavier. It displaced a LOT more air. The leaves flew
from the trees around them, branches cracked and twigs flew.
Ranma felt a colossal rush of air with every stab of the
umbrella. He was profoundly glad that he was fast enough
to dodge each hit. Anyone caught in the fury of this
attack would surely be pulverized.
Suddenly, bright red filled Ranma's vision, and then he
was off his feet, hurtling through the air in the grasp
of a typhoon-force gust of wind. His body bounced off a
thick tree trunk and clattered through a tangle of brittle
branches.
He ended up sprawled on his back, wondering what had
happened. When he pushed himself painfully up to get a
look, he saw Ryouga standing a few dozen meters away, his
open umbrella held out in one hand beside him. He was
breathing a little hard, but he looked immensely
satisfied.
Ranma understood. Ryouga had opened the umbrella on that
last strike, and the resulting burst of wind had hit him
like a battering ram.
"What do you think?" Ryouga asked. "I think I'll call it
my 'Storming Umbrella Monsoon.'" He propped his umbrella
up over his shoulder and twirled it slowly.
Ranma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed
to his feet. That last hit had really stung, but he was
tough enough not to let it show. He grinned at Ryouga and
brushed a few stray leaves from his shirt.
"You ought to thank me," he asserted. "You never coulda
pulled that off without my Amaguriken training."
"Feh," Ryouga spat. "You didn't teach me anything."
"What?" Ranma snapped. "I showed you the training method,
you numbskull!"
"You gave up trying to train us after the first night,"
Ryouga shot back. "I was the one who stuck with it!"
"Why you ungrateful little..." Ranma took an aggressive
step forward.
Ryouga dropped his head a little, hiding his eyes under
his bangs and smiling. A hint of fang showed from beneath
his lip. "Face it, Ranma, I could've done the same thing
if I read about that technique in a book. And as for
Ukyou... she needed more encouragement than a lout like
you could ever give."
"Encouragement?" Ranma echoed. "I gave her plenty of
encouragement! She was just scared of the fire..."
"I DID IT!"
The shout came from the direction of their camp, where
Ukyou had been setting up the campfire for dinner. Ranma
and Ryouga both turned to see the okonomiyaki chef spring
out of the undergrowth and bound towards them, a huge smile
on her face. She pounced towards Ryouga and grabbed him by
the hand, pulling him so hard that he came off his feet.
"Come look! Come look!" she sang as she dragged him back
through the forest. Ranma followed shortly after, a confused
look on his face.
Ryouga didn't seem to mind being so unceremoniously hauled
away from his spar. He sat down opposite the roaring
campfire and watched attentively. Ranma stood at a
distance.
"Here goes," Ukyou announced. She picked up two heaping
handfuls of acorns and tossed them into the heart of the
blaze.
Her hands moved surely towards each one, penetrating the
sheathe of flame with such alacrity as to dodge the heat
itself. The hesitancy she'd once showed between her strikes
was gone, replaced by a confidence in her aim and agility.
Her arms churned with blinding speed as she deftly plucked
each acorn, one by one, from the orange jaws of the hungry
fire. Ranma's stared open-mouthed.
"YES!" she shouted in voice full of pure triumph after she
snatched the last acorn. She held both handfuls aloft, two
fistfuls of acorns which steamed with the sweet fragrance of
victory. Her arms and face were smudged with soot, but
Kuonji Ukyou glowed in her joy.
"You did it!" Ryouga exclaimed.
"WE did it!" she shouted back.
"You... you mastered the technique too?" Ranma asked Ryouga
with wide eyes.
"Heh... not yet," Ryouga said. "I'm still not quite fast
enough."
"You'll do it!" Ukyou assured him. "If I did it, you can
too. I'll keep helping you out!"
He nodded gravely, but broke into a smile again. "You did
it," he repeated.
Her eyes were full of gratitude. "I never could have done
it without you," she said, looking at Ryouga until he coughed
and blushed.
Ranma felt a stab of jealousy, but mostly he was embarrassed.
How had this happened? Ukyou hadn't responded to his
attempts to train her at all, but somehow Ryouga had managed
to help her learn a technique that he didn't even know
himself.
Ranma had watched them training, but hadn't believed they
were really getting anywhere. Ryouga seemed to be going so
easy on her, doing simple little speed exercises and playing
impromptu dexterity games, always telling her how great she
was doing even when she hadn't achieved anything special.
For Ranma, encouragement had never been a matter of kind
words or praise - it had always been a swift kick in the
rear whenever he'd slacked off. He'd always thought that
a gentle martial arts trainer was about as useful as a
sponge roof in a rainstorm.
But Ukyou had learned the technique. And he had to admit,
it wasn't due to anything he'd done.
<No way Ryouga is a better trainer than me,> he snarled
inside. <I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot!>
"I'm proud of you, Ucchan," he said, interrupting their
celebration.
She smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Thanks, Ranchan.
It was your technique and everything."
"And you mastered it. Now, you're ready to move on to the
next phase of your training," he told her.
Ukyou's eyes went wide. Ryouga turned to look at him
curiously. "What are you going to teach her?"
"Another special technique?" Ukyou said, her voice quivering
a little. "Ah... I won't let you down!" she said with
deliberate bravery.
"I know you won't," he said confidently. "We'll start
your new training tomorrow. I want your mind clear, and
your body well-rested."
She gave him a single, vigorous nod. "I'll be ready."
"Good," he said. "Now let's eat, huh? I'm starvin'."
Ranma chewed on his food thoughtfully. <Now all I gotta
do is think of somethin' to teach her...>
- - - - - -
"Oh, Akane!" Kasumi called to her as she began her climb
up the stairs. "We have guests!"
Akane closed her eyes and pressed the heel of her hand
against her forehead. She didn't feel in any shape to deal
with guests right now. She knew full well that she looked
a fright - the black eye she'd gotten from a member of the
Furinkan bowling club was in full bloom, she was wearing a
very prominent wrist brace at the insistence of Dr. Tofu,
and she'd split her lip on the boulder today during her
training. Really, she felt much better than she had just
a few days ago, but she looked appalling.
"I think I'll have to miss them, whoever they are," she
called back down to Kasumi. "I'm gonna take a bath."
"But Akane, they're here to see you," Kasumi insisted.
"They're already waiting at the dinner table."
<Me?> she thought. <Who would be here to see me?>
"And father has an announcement to make to the family," her
elder sister continued.
This was starting to seem just a bit familiar.
<He CAN'T have,> she thought angrily. <He can't possibly
have... given up on Ranma and engaged me to someone ELSE!>
But he had gone so far as to make that crazy announcement
at her school. He'd claimed it was just for her training,
but what if there was more to it? Nobody had heard from
Ranma in weeks, the old ghoul had all but predicted he
wouldn't survive...
What kind of fiancee had he found for her THIS time?
Assuredly a martial artist - he was totally fixated on
getting an heir to carry on the Anything Goes School.
Probably some smooth-talking playboy who he thought would
charm her off her feet and make her forget about Ranma.
He probably figured she'd turn to this smug womanizer in
her time of grief, looking for a shoulder to cry on, and
then the next thing she knew she'd be a brood cow for the
Tendou Dojo. What kind of bleary-eyed milksop did he take
her for? The gall of him! Well, she wasn't going to take
this lying down, that was for sure. This slimy pervert
her father had dragged home to marry her had better have
come with a helmet, because she would sooner stave in his
skull than go through with an engagement to some scumbag
she'd never even met...
Akane spun and stomped back down the stairs. Kasumi
followed in her wake as she stormed into the dining room,
battle aura flaring and face already darkening with rage.
"ALL RIGHT!" she shouted as she flung open the door. "WHAT
is the BIG IDEA HERE?"
Nabiki raised a cynical eyebrow. Her father and Mr. Saotome
vainly attempted to hide behind one another. The guests
pivoted to stare at her in astonishment.
Both of them, she noted, were girls. In fact, she recognized
them both.
Akane let out a little embarrassed laugh. "Heh... excuse me.
Um... I... er... had the wrong room. For that entrance.
Let me try that again."
She slid the door closed.
"Oh dear," Kasumi said. "Are you all right, Akane? I
didn't realize our guests would upset you so much..."
"No, sis. Sorry. Just got carried away there." Akane
took a deep breath to settle her nerves, arranged a smile
on her face, and opened the door once again.
"Natsume! Kurumi!" she said cheerfully. "It's good to see
you again. What are you two doing here?"
Her father and Mr. Saotome, upon seeing that she was no
longer in the grips of a violent rage, scrambled back to
the table with as much dignity as they could muster.
Nabiki shook her head and picked at her rice. The two
martial artists who had once thought they were her
half-sisters looked relieved at her change of attitude.
Natsume stood to give her a formal bow as a way of
greeting, her face a well-composed mask of dignity. She
was a splendid-looking young woman, with a strong, elegant
figure and a long, graceful ponytail which flowed in a black
wave behind her. Everything about her bearing spoke of a
true warrior. Akane had no doubt that her severe expression
and penetrating gaze had served to dissuade many a rogue
who would have thought to take advantage of two girls
traveling alone.
Kurumi popped up like a cork beside her sister, bounced
her way through a bow of greeting, then beamed happily at
Akane. She fidgeted as if she wanted to rush over and hug
her, but the presence of her more formal elder sister held
her back. Kurumi was bright and energetic in all the
places where Natsume was cool and composed, yet she was
as quick as a striking snake and a fearsome martial artist
in her own right. "Hi Akane!" she chimed, waving
vigorously.
"I'm very pleased to see you again, Akane-san," Natsume
said.
"Come and sit down, Akane," her father said. "I have an
announcement to make."
Akane eased herself into place at the table, and Kasumi
did the same. Kurumi eyed the food on Akane's plate with
unmistakable longing - she'd already demolished the meal
that Kasumi had set before her. The girl had an appetite
as bad as Ranma's, though she wasn't as finicky about what
she ate.
Tendou Soun cleared his throat and began to speak in his
best patriarchal tones. "Akane, I want to take this
opportunity to tell you how proud I am of the way you've
pushed yourself in your training. The dedication you've
shown to your fiancee brings such joy to your old father's
heart. This is a time of great adversity, but your love
for Ranma is finally beginning to shine through." Tears
trickled down his cheeks.
Akane blushed. "Daddy, please..."
Soun regained his composure as he continued his speech.
"In the face of your dedication, I promised myself that I
would do everything in my power to help you with your
training. Therefore, I have called Natsume and Kurumi here
to act as your personal teachers. They are both
practitioners of Anything-Goes Martial Arts, and we have
seen how skilled they are."
That much was true. When the two girls had believed
themselves to be potential heirs to the Tendou Dojo, they'd
given Akane and Ranma all they could handle. Losing the
first challenge had been one of her most embarrassing
defeats, and winning the rematch had been one of her sweetest
victories. She didn't know how much more training she would
be able to endure in her condition, but there was no denying
that these two had a lot they could teach her.
Her father turned to the two girls to continue. "Natsume,
Kurumi - I know that you've had no success in your search
for your real father. To express the depth of my gratitude
for your help to Akane, I offer you a place in my home.
You may keep the name of 'Tendou,' study at my dojo, and
consider yourselves a part of this family for as long as
you would wish to stay."
Akane felt her jaw loosen and drop. Mr. Saotome seemed to
have much the same reaction.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Kasumi exclaimed.
Even Natsume's composure failed. She bowed deeply to show
her gratitude and to hide the look on her face, but her
voice threatened to break as she offered her thanks. Kurumi
made no effort to conceal her own reaction. Her eyes went
wide as saucers and filled with tears. With a cry of
delight, she flung herself at Tendou Soun and hugged him
so fiercely that the air rushed out of his lungs in a
squeak.
Nabiki's reaction was somewhat less positive. "Oh GREAT
idea, Daddy. Yet another bottomless pit to feed. Someone
help me contain my enthusiasm, please."
"Nabiki!" Kasumi seemed shocked.
The middle Tendou sister stabbed her rice with her
chopsticks angrily. She'd never been the most tactful
girl in the first place, and the stress from her work had
made her as short-tempered as a badger. "I mean, with
Ranma and the old freak gone, it just didn't seem the same.
I'm SO glad you found a couple of replacement freeloaders.
We really needed them."
Soun looked mortified, and Kurumi shrunk away from the open
hostility in Nabiki's words, but Natsume faced her without
flinching. She bowed her head respectfully as she addressed
Nabiki. "It is not our intention to be a burden on this
family, I assure you. I promise that we will both do
whatever it takes to pull our weight in this household.
My sister and I are not afraid of hard work."
Nabiki snorted. "Work? Don't expect ME to give you a job
in my restaurant, 'sister.' A pair of notorious food
thieves are not exactly my idea of reliable help."
"Please, Nabiki!" Kasumi cried in dismay. "Where are your
manners?"
Natsume's brow knit in confusion. "I thought... that is,
it seemed that the most obvious way for us to earn our keep
would be to teach lessons in the dojo. Surely with more
teachers, we can support more students..."
Nabiki made a disparaging noise. "Sorry, wrong answer.
Nobody's taught regular lessons at this place for over a
year. Better think of something else."
Natsume and Kurumi turned to Tendou Soun with questioning
looks. He looked a bit chagrined. "Er... yes, it's true,
I'm afraid. You see, I took a break from teaching when I
heard Ranma and his father were coming, to give the family
time to adjust. I intended to resume instruction, but then
the Master came back. You see, the Master is very...
possessive about Anything-Goes Martial Arts. He refused
to allow us to teach lessons, even basic self-defense,
without his direct involvement in the training. And when
the Master trains a student, he... uh... he tends to...
er..."
"He tends to torture them and get them to steal panties
for him," Nabiki finished. "It was hard enough to harbor
a wanted criminal around here without letting him corrupt
the minds of a bunch of students."
"Yes, well, anyway," her father continued, "when we thought
the Master was dead it was safe to teach, but now that the
Master has forbidden us to reveal the secrets of
Anything-Goes Martial Arts..."
Akane interrupted. "You keep saying 'the Master, the
Master,' but he's NOT the Master anymore!"
Her father and Mr. Saotome looked at her with frank
astonishment, then at one another. Clearly, this had
not occurred to them yet. They were so accustomed to
thinking of Happosai as their Master that they had never
bothered to consider the implications of his abdication of
that title. Akane had been so absorbed in her own problems
that she hadn't given it much thought either, until now.
"Ranma is the Master, remember?" Akane insisted. "The old
pervert said so himself, and everybody heard him. That's
what got us into this stupid mess in the first place, so we
MIGHT as well get something GOOD out of it!"
A long silence reigned in the Tendou dining room.
The next day, the word hit the streets of Nerima that the
Tendou Dojo was accepting students once again. Two new
Tendou girls registered for classes at Furinkan High.
And Akane discovered that, in spite of the strain she had
endured thus far, she still had the energy left to train
with her new sisters.
She was getting stronger. But the rock would still not
break.
- - - - - -
Ukyou snatched at the throwing spatula as it spun towards
her and missed. Her rhythm was broken, and the next two
which were already airborne clattered to the ground as
well.
Ranma caught the pinecones he'd been throwing into the air
before they fell.
"Sorry, Ran-chan," Ukyou said, breathing hard. "It's
getting kind of dark for this."
Dusk was upon them, and she could barely make out Ranma's
features at this distance, but his voice was firm and
gentle. "I know it's dark. I want you to hit the targets
without seeing them."
She frowned. "How am I supposed to do that?"
He tossed a pinecone in the air and caught it again. "The
spatulas spin when they come to you, and the pinecones catch
a lot of air. You should be able to hear 'em both just
fine."
Ukyou sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. This
training was starting to get really hard.
At first, the exercise had seemed laughably easy. Ranma
had a pile of pinecones, Ryouga had her throwing spatulas.
Ranma would throw the pinecones into the air one at a time,
and Ryouga would throw her weapons to her. All she had to
do was catch the spatulas and throw them at the targets
before they hit the ground. After the grueling Amaguriken
training, this was almost a joke. She said as much to Ranma
after their first session.
"I'm just gettin' a feel for how good you are," he'd told
her. "We're gonna step things up next time."
And so they had. He'd started by moving farther away from
her, and by picking up the pace. She'd handled that easily.
Then he'd told Ryouga to start moving around as he threw her
weapons to her, so she'd have to compensate for the new
angles, and he'd picked up the pace. That had been a little
harder, but not much. She was proud of her new speed.
Ryouga had seemed as confused as she'd been. He'd stopped
in the middle of one of their training exercises and demanded
to know exactly what technique Ranma was trying to teach
her. Ukyou was curious about that too - the training would
help her speed and accuracy, but he wouldn't tell her its
ultimate purpose. She'd hoped he was going to provide them
both with an answer then.
Instead, he'd pulled Ryouga out of her hearing range and
talked to him in hushed tones. She'd watched them as Ranma
ran through an explanation, and Ryouga's face had slowly
filled with comprehension. The Lost Boy had considered
Ranma's words for a while, then he'd given a curt nod.
They'd returned the training again, with Ukyou itching to
know what had passed between the two boys.
Ranma had made each session more difficult. He'd gotten
smaller pinecones and moved even farther away. He'd started
throwing two at a time, then three, mixing it up in
synchronization with Ryouga. He'd told Ryouga to start
moving faster, then he'd started moving as well, until
they were all circling each other in a weird looping
dance as the pinecones flew and the spatulas hissed through
the air. And every time, he'd picked up the pace even
more.
Now he wanted her to do this when she couldn't even see.
It was too much.
"Ranchan!" she shouted in exasperation. "This is hard...
but what IS the point? Can't you at least tell me that?"
Ranma crossed his arms and contemplated a bit. Ryouga
regarded him with curiosity. Finally, he set down his
pinecones and approached her so she could hear him
better.
"There's a lot of different purposes to this trainin',"
he said. "But one of them is to develop your dairokkan."
"My... dairokkan?"
"It's your sixth-sense to danger," Ranma explained. "It's
one of the marks of a great martial artist." He nodded
at Ryouga. "His ain't bad. I've seen him catch arrows
before he even sees 'em coming. Mine's real good. It's
why people have a hard time layin' a finger on me."
"How come Akane can nail you all the time, then?" Ukyou
asked.
Ranma looked mildly irritated. "That's different. Anyway,
that ain't the point. What I'm sayin' is that you're real
strong and quick, Ucchan, but we gotta work on your
dairokkan."
She leaned forward eagerly. "What should I do?"
"Trainin' in the dark like this is gonna help," Ranma
explained. "You gotta learn to rely on all your senses,
not just your eyes."
"'Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them,'" she said
in her best Alec Guiness voice, and giggled. Ryouga
looked confused.
Ranma just nodded. "That's right. You gotta learn to
look with more than your eyes, hear with more than your
ears. There's a mental space you have to achieve where
everything comes to you by instinct. You've been there
before, but you ain't learned to apply it to your martial
arts."
"What do you mean?" she asked, listening raptly.
"I've seen you get into that zone when you're cookin'," he
explained. "You've felt it, haven't you?"
She nodded. "Yeah... I know what you mean now. It's
like... it's like the world narrows down and opens up at
the same time. The distinction between who I am and what
I'm doing fades away, and I... I become the task. It's
like the act of cooking takes over and I just ride the
wave. Does that make any sense? It sounds sort of
corny..."
Ryouga shook his head vigorously. "No, that's just it!
That's what you have to do!"
Ranma nodded. "He's right. If you can get to that same
kinda focus in your martial arts, your dairokkan will take
over. It won't matter if you can see your targets or not.
And you'll have taken your martial arts to the next level."
Ukyou's heart was beating fast with excitement. Most of her
combat skills had been self-taught. To have Ranma and Ryouga
train her like this was an extraordinary experience. She
nodded and wore a serious expression. "All right. Let's
try it again. I'm ready!"
Ranma jogged backwards towards his pinecones and grinned.
"Good! 'Cause tomorrow, I'm gonna blindfold you!"
Ukyou gulped, but she refused to let herself be intimidated.
She could do this. She wouldn't let them down. She adopted
a ready stance and waited for the training to begin again.
- - - - - -
"Oh no! Not you again, sir!"
Pantyhose Tarou smirked as the Jusenkyo Guide stumbled away
from him, holding his chubby hands up in a futile gesture of
warding. He took a step forward and regarded the Guide with
disdain. "Yes," he said with a chuckle. "Me again."
The Jusenkyo Guide had dealt with Tarou more times that he
would have liked. Tarou had never done him any actual harm,
but the encounters in the past had always been harrowing and
unsettling for the caretaker of Jusenkyo. Tarou saw the
cursed springs as a resource, a place to gain power, and he
had used them in his schemes in the past. Exploiting the
magic of the springs went against the Guide's beliefs about
how they should be treated, but he had no strength to stand
up to Tarou.
"Why you come again to this place, sir?" he asked nervously.
"What you want with accursed springs now?"
"Nothing terribly complicated," he said casually. Then he
told the portly man what he was looking for.
The Guide mopped his brow and looked nervous. "Oh sir, what
you want that for? Is very dangerous to tamper with springs
like that!"
Tarou snorted. "Spare me your superstitious prattle, man.
I know what I'm doing."
The Guide looked about with shifty eyes. "Is... is very
difficult to do what you want, no? Even for me, who has
been the Guide in this place for many year, yes, is still
very hard to find specific spring in the way you ask. Maybe
the springs move, maybe they cloud the minds of men. Even
I do not know what really happen, nor any other man. No map
of cursed springs of Jusenkyo ever survive for very long,
sir, did you know that?"
"Yes I did," Tarou grumbled irritably. He'd encountered
the problem before in his attempts to harness the power of
the springs. There was some aspect of the magic which made
the place seem to shift, though he suspected it was only in
memory rather than reality. Locating an individual spring
in the enchanted region was a treacherous task indeed.
Careful testing was required to make certain the spring you
found was the one you'd sought, and even then Jusenkyo
played tricks on the unwary. He'd found that out when he'd
attempted to use the water of the Spring of the Drowned Good
Samaritan on Happosai, and ended up with a flask of the
wrong water in spite of his precautions.
It was harder with some springs than others, it seemed.
Those who came to search for a cure always seemed to
encounter difficulty, though he'd never had that problem
himself. He'd searched for weeks trying to find the pool
into which Rouge had fallen to gain the godlike power of
Ashura before finally giving it up entirely.
Still, he knew he could do what he wanted to this time, and
he would not be stopped. Jusenkyo's mysterious nature was
an inconvenience, nothing more.
The Guide continued to rattle on. "There other persons who
try to use springs in such a way recently, sir," he stammered.
"Did you know? Is very tragic story..."
"Shut up," Tarou snapped. He reached out and hauled the
Guide into the air by the collar of his shirt. "You keep
chattering and telling me things I already know. I think
you're trying to stall me, fat man."
"Put him down!" came an imperious command from behind them.
Tarou released his grip. The Guide fell to the ground in
an ungainly heap and crawled backwards. Tarou pivoted
slowly towards the source of the voice, a menacing look
in his eyes.
A thin man in a uniform similar to the Guide's stood with
his finger pointed at Tarou. "So, we finally meet...
Pantyhose Tarou!"
Tarou smirked. "Let me guess. You must be one of those
idiots from the so-called Jusenkyo Secret Preservation
Society. I've been wondering when you'd show the guts to
finally come after me."
"Ha!" the man barked. "Long have you eluded us, villain,
but at last your time has come!"
Tarou had heard about the Secret Preservation Society and
their ridiculous agenda, though he had managed not to cross
paths with them up to now. They seemed to have some sort of
ludicrous set of standards about how a Jusenkyo curse should
or shouldn't be used, and they tended to chase down any
unfortunate soul who had fallen into one of the springs and
try to inflict their values upon them. From what Tarou had
heard, their punishment tended to involve a lot of pointless
dunking and shouting until they finally got tired and moved
on to the next victim.
When the Guide had described them to Tarou, he'd spoken in
much the same tone that a person uses when referring to a
particularly embarrassing family member. The self-appointed
guardians of Jusenkyo had never successfully protected the
springs against a single threat - they were always conspicuously
absent whenever they might actually have been useful. Their
lives seemed to consist of traveling about and annoying
people with curses. Tarou suspected they were either
blatantly stupid or just sick-minded. He had no doubt that
it was sheer coincidence that brought him to the springs
at the same time as the Secret Preservation Society, rather
than some actual effort on their part to protect Jusenkyo
from his "abuses."
The whole thing would have been a total joke, if not for
one factor.
A shadow shifted in the forest, and a hulking figure emerged
from the gloom. Tarou knew him by reputation alone, but what
he'd heard had been enough to command his respect. It was
Kiini, the enforcer for the Jusenkyo Secret Preservation
Society, and the only reason anyone had to fear them.
The muscle-bound Chinese warrior stepped forth into the
light. He brandished a great curving blade in one hand,
twirling the monstrous weapon as easily as if it were a
toothpick, and smiled down at Tarou.
The spokesman crossed his arms and looked satisfied.
"You have abused the Springs of Jusenkyo as much as any
man in history," he said. "The time has come for you to
pay for your crimes!"
"Oh please, do shut up," Tarou said with a yawn. "My
business is with your thug here, not you."
Kiini took an earth-shaking step forward and swung his
sword to point at Tarou. "Yes," he rumbled in a seismic
voice, "your business IS with me! I've been waiting for
this chance, Pantyhose-boy!"
Tarou's hand crept behind his back, almost by instinct,
towards his flask of water. From what he knew about Kiini
and his legendary Muscle Sword technique, this was not a
man to be taken lightly. Even in his monstrous cursed
form, he had to be wary of a warrior who could part stone
as easily as water with his powerful blade. But he knew
Kiini's weakness - he had a curse of his own which rendered
him utterly harmless. The warrior was quicker than his bulk
would suggest, but Tarou was confident that his own speed
was greater, and that he could slip the water through Kiini's
defenses. One splash was all it would take to end this
fight...
<That's right, Garden-Hose,> came an unexpected and
unwelcome voice in his head. <Throw some water at your
problems. That's all you ever do.>
He ground his teeth in rage. Who cared what that fanged
idiot had said? Tarou had always prided himself on never
letting his emotions rule over his intellect. What was the
point of risking a dangerous fight when the path to victory
was so easy? Perhaps he should test his adversary's reflexes
before trying to splash him, but there was no reason not to
transform into his mighty cursed form.
He drew the flask from behind him with the speed of a
gunslinger. Kiini flinched back, but no water splashed
forth from the container. Tarou had not opened the
stopper.
Tarou smiled. "Afraid of this, are you?" he taunted.
Then, somewhat to his own surprise, he tossed the flask
aside. Part of him screamed that he was being a fool, but
he refused to listen. "I wouldn't want to scare you," he
said.
Kiini regarded the fallen flask suspiciously for a moment,
as if suspecting some sort of trick, but then a grin spread
across his angular features. "So, the child wishes to test
himself against the master of the 3,000 year old Muscle
Sword technique, does he?"
The huge man spun the sword above his head like a propeller,
and suddenly the wind rose and the ground shook. The Guide
and the spokesman of the Jusenkyo Preservation Society ran
for cover as the earth trembled and rocks hurtled themselves
skywards. Power flowed from the swordsman in waves, and
Tarou shielded himself from the storm of debris.
"Come on!" Kiini shouted in a thunderous voice. "Fight me!"
With a snarl of rage, Tarou leaped forth to battle.
- - - - - -
Ranma shimmied his way along the narrow ledge towards the
outcropping of stone and looked back towards his friends.
There wasn't too much room here, but it would be a good place
to take a short break before pressing on to the second half
of their climb. He saw Ryouga making his way towards the
ledge, with Ukyou following in the handholds he'd punched in
the stone face and occasionally steering him back in the
right direction.
Ranma took a drink from his flask and looked up the mountain
wall. It shouldn't take them more than two hours to clear
this, he decided, and after that it was all downhill. By the
end of the day they'd reach the river, and the villagers had
assured them that it would be easy to hitch a ride on one of
the numerous junks and barges which traveled the running
water.
Ukyou and Ryouga were soon beside him on the ledge. "Ain't
gonna be long," he assured them with a smile.
"I can't wait to get out of these mountains," Ukyou said as
she adjusted the ribbon which held her hair back. "When we
get to a real town, we're going out to eat! Somebody else
gets to do the cooking for a change."
Ryouga nodded. "But first we take a hot bath," he insisted.
"The first hot bath after a long journey is like a trip to
heaven."
Ukyou grinned. "I heard that, sugar. I'm gonna soak my
troubles away."
Ranma cracked a smile. "I think we found somethin' we can
all agree on," he observed. The three of them laughed.
In truth, there really hadn't been much dissention in their
small party since he began Ukyou's latest training.
Concentrating on traveling and martial arts gave them
plenty to think about, and there was little room for the
kind of bickering that usually seemed to arise on its own
accord between them. He'd even gone back to trying to
help Ryouga with his Amaguriken training, though he suspected
that the Lost Boy might never quite have the speed to truly
master the technique. Ukyou's training was coming along
better - even if he wasn't able to teach her what he really
wanted her to learn, her general skill level was improving
dramatically. And he was almost there with the self-training
he'd been doing in his dreams; a couple more nights and he
was sure he'd have it down cold.
"I'll take the lead again," Ranma said. "You guys think
you can keep up?"
Ryouga smirked. "Heh. See if we don't beat you to the
top!"
The competitiveness between Ranma and Ryouga would probably
never go away, but there wasn't an angry edge to it anymore.
They challenged and pushed each other, but there was a
mutual respect between them now. Ranma kind of liked it
this way. He also liked the way Ukyou seemed to have stopped
dropping little hints and overtures all the time. She could
be pretty reasonable when there weren't other girls around,
he decided. Maybe it was because she'd pretended to be a
boy for so long.
Ukyou was scanning the rock face, probably trying to plan
out their route up. "I wish we could climb like them," she
said, pointing to a pair of mountain goats on a distant
boulder. "We'd have been out of these mountains a long time
ago."
Ranma shielded his eyes and looked at the goats. "Maybe we
need to develop an Anything-Goes Mountain Goat Climbing
Technique or somethin'..."
As he was watching, the two shaggy animals both tensed
suddenly, staring back the way they'd come with ears
pricked. One of them let out a frightened bleat, and
then they clattered out of sight.
The three martial artists looked at each other, smiles
vanishing from their faces.
In the distance behind them, somewhere in the sparse
mountain forest through which they'd just traveled, a
monkey was screeching in a piercing, shrill voice.
"Oh no," Ukyou whispered.
A flock of pheasants suddenly burst into the air, sunlight
glimmering off their iridescent feathers as they beat their
wings in fear.
"Damn it!" Ranma shouted. "Let's go!"
The other two needed no encouragement. Ukyou followed close
behind as Ranma scrambled up the cliff, while Ryouga took
the rear. He tried to keep his wits about him - climbing
in a panic was an invitation for disaster - but his heart
was thundering in his chest. Even pushing themselves to
their limit, they could only scale the cliff so quickly,
but their pursuer was hindered by no obstacle. After weeks
of relative peace, the Reikoku had finally found them at
the worst possible time.
Ranma spared a look back down to see how his friends were
doing, and he saw it. It was little more a shambling black
smudge at this distance, barely visible against the
shadow-laced boulders below, but he could feel its presence
like a hot, terrible wind in his face. It was already at
the bottom of the cliff face and beginning to climb.
"We're not gonna make it!" Ukyou cried.
She was right. Ranma felt the terror coursing through his
blood and knew they couldn't run. There was only one
chance. He secured his handhold and fished in his backpack
with his free hand, trying to concentrate and focus his fear
where he wanted it to go...
"Ranma!" Ryouga shouted, interrupting his concentration.
"What?"
"You'd better take care of her, damn you!"
Ranma didn't know who he meant, but he realized what Ryouga
intended to do. "Ryouga... no! Don't!"
"BAKUSAI TEN-KETSU!" Ryouga cried.
The face of the cliff exploded beneath Ryouga's striking
fingers, and a torrent of stone erupted forth. Rocks and
boulders plummeted through in a chaotic tide of dust down
the side of the mountain, burying the Reikoku under a wave
of angry stone.
Ranma watched in dismay as Ryouga dropped through the air
as well, red umbrella in hand as he fell...
- - - - - -
end of chapter seven
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
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A bit about some of the more obscure characters from this
chapter...
ROUGE - A sweet, harmless-seeming girl who fell into the
most powerful spring yet revealed in Jusenkyo. According
to the very tragic story of the Ashuraniichuan, a statue of
the goddess Ashura was dropped in this spring 4,000 years
ago, any person who falls in gains the power to turn into a
giant 6-armed fireball throwing demigod. She and Pantyhose
Tarou clashed in one of the later manga stories, and she was
demonstrated to be significantly more powerful than Tarou.
Though it is not ever stated in the source material, I have
taken the liberty of supposing a certain enchantment over
Jusenkyo which makes some of the springs more difficult to
find than others, because I'm pretty sure that such a
powerful spring would be actively sought by ambitious
sorts...
NATSUME and KURUMI - I tend to use the manga as the primary
canon for "Relentless," but when there's an anime episode
that I think contributes to the series in a faithful fashion
I like to weave that into the continuity as well. The story
of the martial artists who thought they were Akane's sisters
is a 2-episode OAV which is commercially available in the
U.S., and the characters appeared in the anime version of
Ranma 1/2 only. I liked the story and the characters, and
we'll be seeing more of them as "Relentless" continues. But
why do they practice Anything-Goes Martial Arts? Where did
they learn it? Hmm...
KIINI - Another anime-only character. I wasn't overly
thrilled with the "Once Upon a Time in Jusenkyo" episode
of the anime from which Kiini originated, but it wasn't a
bad show either, and it provided me someone to fight Pantyhose
Tarou in this circumstance. Kiini turns into a Buddhist monk
when splashed by water - his is one of the curses which
dramatically alters the personality as well as the body.
There has been much debate amongst fans about whether there
are actually students taking lessons in the Tendou dojo,
since we never see them. In one of the anime episodes, Soun
says something about having "no steady source of income," but
other than that we aren't given much clue. My explanation
is not to be taken as canon by any stretch, but I thought it
fit the evidence well enough.
COMING SOON: Ryouga vs. the Reikoku, round two... does
he have a plan to keep from becoming P-Chan? Can Tarou
win his fight without resorting to using water? What IS
Ranma trying to teach Ukyou, anyway? Can they ever hope to
find Happosai after being out of touch so long? Will Akane
master the breaking point technique? These questions and
more will be answered in Chapter Eight...
REVISION NOTES: A nip here, a tuck there, but this chapter is
one of the ones I liked the best.
COPYRIGHT STUFF: All the Ranma characters belong to Takahashi Rumiko,
and are licensed in America by Viz Communications.
GRT - March 1999
MODIFIED - April 2005
thunderstruck_comic@comcast.net
All existing chapters of this story may be found at:
http://www.talesfromthevault.com/relentless
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