One of the NF members is having a B-Day on Firday, and our de-facto
leader(face it Josh, it's you) told us to post something.  Here it is. 
Apologies to the NF members who have already seen this(once or twice)

Here is the beginning of the birthday fic for Christine:
Monday, April 14


	At the Tendo dojo, anticipation penetrates the waking thoughts of the residents; the 
preparations are underway.  One of the students is about to reach the age of ascension.  Children 
reaching the age of fourteen is not uncommon, but very rarely does a student of the Anything Goes 
style have the perseverance to withstand the brutal training inflicted upon them by the masters of the 
dojo.  Genma Saotome and Soun Tendo seem to take perverse pleasure in forcing their students to go 
through training equally as rigorous as theirs was.
	This student has handled the training remarkably well, given the fact that this student is a 
female.  She is only the third female to ever reach the ceremony; the first was a daughter of one of the 
masters, and the second was a male when he reached the age.  
	This student is different, however.  She excelled in the tests given to her.  Her punches were 
like the wind.  Her kicks flowed like water.  She blocked and dodged like a dancer.  She excelled in 
the basic skills which are virtually universal in martial arts, but it was unknown whether she would be 
able to master even the most introductory techniques.  The ceremony would answer that question, 
along with presenting her with her true name.
	Genma and Soun are busy determining how the ceremony should be altered, given the fact 
that the candidate is a female not belonging to either of their families.  Circumcision is difficult to 
perform on a woman, and Akane’s ceremony involved a ritual that can never be witnessed by anyone 
not bearing the name “Tendo.”
	After an hour of uninterrupted deliberation, a fitting ceremony is devised.  Soun and Genma 
leave the dining area snickering about how they had devised a truly fiendish test.

Part two coming tomorrow, entitled “Tuesday, April 15!” (Wow, where do these titles come from?)