Hookay:
Overall, I liked the fic, but I just wouldn't be myself if I didn't point
out a few
things...
Since his first trip to China, Ranma's life was a never-ending
battle. If it wasn't Kunou or Ryouga challenging him, it was some
supernatural creature or other... minor demons, ghost cats, people who'd
fallen in Jusenkyou springs where something really bizarre had drowned.
None of them had ever been a serious threat; even Ryouga and Tarou,
probably the most powerful of the lot, seldom came close to winning.
You forgot about Rouge-statue. She was much more powerful than
Tarou-monster, not to mention Ranma
He had the power of...well, of a _god_, healing faster than Ranma
could hurt him, slinging incredible bolts of phoenix-flame. In the end,
though, he'd gone down to defeat. Barely.
In the end...to save Akane's life, Ranma had had to cross a line
he'd hoped never to come near. He'd killed the phoenix-god, practically
ripped him apart bare-handed.
Saffaron wasn't a god. He was close, but Ranma interrupted the
transformation.
And then Kasumi left for medical school, and everything fell apart.
Doctor Tofu's clientele doubled, but that was only to be expected...
the problems began when the issue of homemaking came up. Kasumi had done
nearly all the cooking and cleaning for the Tendos and their houseguests
for years; now she was gone and others would have to cope
Wouldn't Nodoka take over Kasumi's duties?
To maintain their newfound harmony, Ranma tried to teach Akane to
cook. Gods, how he'd tried... for three months they'd slaved over the
stove, her frustration and his disbelief growing as Akane proved totally
unable to follow even the simplest recipe.
By the Phoneix saga Akane _was_ able to cook eidable food
(note the Ryugenzawa saga curry- it was quite normal)
Ranma ignored this. Akane watched, puzzled, as he kneeled and pried
something out of a hole in the turf. As he turned the object over to
examine it from all sides, she anime-hopped to the ground and joined him.
"Nani...?"
"I dunno," Ranma replied. "It just fell out of the sky... nearly
brained me, too." He continued his inspection.
The object was nearly a foot across and vaguely hexagonal. Six
pieces of plasticlike red material partially encased a dark mass,
unidentifiable in the dim light; the most prominent feature was a large
metallic hemisphere centered on one side. The polished orb was divided
into an inner circle and outer ring by a thin band of transparent
crystalline substance.
"This red stuff doesn't really feel like plastic," Ranma noted.
"More like... what's that stuff insect shells are made of?"
Akane sighed. "Honestly, Ranma, if you put half as much energy into
studying as you do into martial arts you'd know these things. It's
called chitin."
"Whatever... and if you put half as much energy into martial arts as
you do into schoolwork," Ranma found himself saying, "you might not be
such a klutz." _Dammit, how do I turn my mouth #off?!#_
Akane pulled her giant mallet out of hammerspace and bashed Ranma
across the lawn. He landed roughly in a well-lit corner, his head
smashing into the mysterious object. Something inside it went *click.*
The Unit activates almost instantly- it would've started when Ranma
pried it from the ground.
Ranma stiffened and stopped moving. Akane ripped at the creature,
then let go as it began to secrete a mild acid, burning her hands.
Acid? I don't have all volumes of the manga, but I don't remember
the units being able to secrete acid.
Even in her panic, Akane's sensitive ears did not fail. She spun to
face the intruder, hyperdimensional hammer in hand.
Akane doesn't use the hammer as a weapon. How could you use
that thing as a weapon?
As the girl and the new Guyver led the way into the dojo, Sho paused
for a moment and looked up at the stars.
_'There are only three Units on Earth.' Everyone knew that; Kronos,
Makishima, Murakami, me... and everyone was wrong.
What are we going to do with #twenty# of the damn things...?_
Now this was nicely written... Quite funny too. What to do with them?
Let's give them to charity! Every school should have one!
"I hope you're right. If we don't recover at least one Unit-G
before Lord Arkanfael awakens... we're both dead men." _But if we do,_
Guyot thought, _I'll make sure Arkanfael never sees the light of day
again!_
_We all thought there were only three Units on Earth..._
_What in hell are they going to do with #twenty# of the damned
things?_
And what do they do every night Guyot? Try to take over the World!
Nicely written, again... Although,if I were in Guyot's skin, I would be
very afraid. 10 Guyvers would probably have a chance to destroy
Chronos. With 20 of them,and one given to a prototype Zoalord...
Can you say destruction? I knew you could!
Next...
Akane and Ranma get a crash course in the true history of the human
species, while Sho learns more than he wanted to know about extreme
martial arts; the Radicals plan for the future; plus, the action-packed
debuts of Guyver Red, Ikazuchi no Guyver, _and_ the ZoaGuyver. All of
which leads up to the Second Great War of the Guyvers in _Bio-Boosted
Ranma, Part Two: WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE!_
It was Akane! I told her not to put that in the microwave, but did she
listen?
No! Ech... Akane... Akane, put down that mallet... Aka....
Expect to see some _weird_ stuff with the Guyvers. If they adapt to
suit their hosts, what happens if the host is a highly trained,
incredibly dangerous martial artist who could defeat Zoanoids _without_
the armor...?
Finally! Someone notices that the Nerimians could kill zoanoids without
the armour (basically, guyver Sho in chapter 4, manga 1 is less destructive
than Ryouga or Shampoo .(about the same strenght, but no martial arts
training)) Now just give the armour to Ryouga...
Again, besides these minor faults, the fic is quite nice, and I hope the
next
parts will be out soon.
Eshin
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