What if Jusenkyo was really a hot springs resort?

    Heh.. What indeed?
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    Genma was in the lead, climbing the steep slopes that guarded the
legendary Jusenkyo valley. Ranma had to give the old man credit; he was
serious when it came to the Art..

    And only when it came to the Art...

    Ranma's attention was pulled back to reality when Genma shouted:
"Just a little futher, my boy! I can almost taste the full-bodied flavor
of true Martial Righteousness from here!�

    Ranma rolled his eyes, continuing the climb. That�s when he heard
the gasp. Ranma quickly jumped to where his father was standing. �What�s
wrong, Oja...�

    He stopped. Both father and son stood, staring at the valley below.

    A tent covered half of it. A very large tent, done in bright
pastels.

    The other half of the valley was covered in many small, steaming
pools.

    Wordlessly, the Saotomes began to climb down the cliff, making their
way slowly to the tent.

    When they finally came close to the canvas opining, they noticed a
young girl sitting behind a cash register. She smiled faintly, beginning
a speech in Mandarin, then -noticing their lack of comprehension-
started again in Japanese.

    �Ah, sirs. Welcome to famous valley of cursed onsens: Jusenkyo. Here
is Very dangerous bath, but if want, get in for 450en each.�

    Before anyone could say anything else, a very contented platypus
waddled out from the tent with a towel tied around its midsection. Ranma
eyed it suspiciously.

    �I thought this was supposed to be a training ground, not a
circus..�

    �As did I, boy.. As did I.�

    �Sirs want training? We train Martial Arts Ultimate Towel Snapping!
Is very fun, no?�

    Ranma backed away as a predatory glint flashed into Genma�s eyes.

*

     *SNAP!!!!!*

    �GyOooW! Itai!!�

    As Ranma ran around the interior of the tent, clad only in a towel,
he wondered how Genma had gotten so good at this so quickly..

    *Snap!!!!*

    Ranma faintly heard Genma say something about being too slow over
his own exclamation of pain. Shaking it off, he grabbed a wooden pail
and dived for the nearest spring.

    Genma slid to a halt with an audible screech. �Coward! Hiding in the
Furo! Come back and take your bea.. err.. whipping like a MA��

    Seeing a beautiful young girl emerge from the water, nude from the
waist up, was enough to confuse Genma. He had seen no one else in the
Onsen (except those strange animals), and turned partially to gaze at
the entrance. Ten meters away, the silhouette of a young girl was
outlined. That meant�

    Genma's few moments of hesitation was all that Ranma needed. He �or
rather, she- tossed the now full pail at Genma�s head. It broke with a
satisfying crunch. The limp form of Genma-chan fell with a satisfying
*thump*. Genma�s form, however, was less than satisfying.

    Ranma looked down his own curvaceous body.

*

    Plum sighed as a loud, feminine scream filled the air. She looked to
the platypus. <�You know, father..�>, the girl said in Mandarin to the
platypus, <�We should really put up signs while you�re like this.�>

     The Jusenkyo Guide/Platypus just shrugged.