and getting to more stuff in the backlog:

         Gosunkugi Hikaru, not being a professional martial artist,
didn't know how to hop from rooftop to rooftop the way many of the
so-called "Nerima Wrecking Crew" could. But as he dashed through the
streets of Nerima, he felt an odd sensation deep in his chest as he
saw the cloth advertising banners that hung from many a store front,
as well as the power cables, phone lines and other rope-like objects
dangling overhead. This feeling only grew stronger as he noticed,
just ahead of him, a rather large nylon banner celebrating the grand
opening of a new pachinko parlor. The banner, covering the entire
storefront and wide enough to cross from one side of the street to
the other, was gradually being winched into position by a pair of
bored employees.

Heh. Let's see what happens now.

 >

         The redhead scowled. "That there's someone out there I hate as
much as Happosai... whoever he was."

         Akane smiled. "Oh, I doubt we'll ever see him again."

         Ranma froze. "You didn't just say that. You didn't."

         "What do you-- Oh, NO!"

Heh. Oops.

         The

This

         (It's Nerima. If you live there, you become something of a
connoisseur of martial arts styles whether you like it or not.)

I'd drop this. It's too much addressing the reader, and is more disruptive
than amusing.

Nice opening. Look forward to seeing more

DB Sommer



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