Apologies to the three authors who inspired this. *Sincere* apologies.
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Genma contemplated the nearly frozen over river, judging whether enough
water still flowed to sweep his corpse out to the bay. The black night
sky reflected off the water and ice did not help, despite the
assessment's importance. Sure, he could have used his wife's blade,
but that would leave a body which she could not deny. This way, she
could just assume he went on an eternal training trip. Everyone else
would deduce the truth, and even if someone were cruel enough to tell
Nodoka, she could say they were lying.
Dishonorable act after dishonorable act flashed past his eyes, a
nearly complete catalog of his life. He wanted to live, but even more,
he wanted to leave some legacy - and the way things were going, if he
continued to live at all, his son would pay for it soon, possibly with
his own life.
Coward. That's an easy way out. You're better than that. Or are you?
Genma looked up, not seeing the source of the voice, and soon not
caring. "No." And jumped.
Gosunkugi blinked, hearing but not processing the splash. He had come
across a spell that could, his book claimed, restore the honor of a
scoundrel, and had hoped to try it out. Even Ranma would not have been
as good a test subject...