Paul Durant wrote:

Genma rolled sideways, lifting his body off of his other arm, but Ryoga
was on his feet and clutching the bloody geyser in the center of his
face. Genma rose, slowly, knowing that the combination of the bleeding
and the humilitation meant that Ryoga wasn't about to come close again.

humiliation.  

"Saotome Genma never runs from a fight. NEVER." 

Yeah, right!

Once out of Jusenkyo and following the directions given to him by the
ghoulish doctor, it would be three weeks before the Saotomes would see
another human being, and it would not be on friendly terms. Genma knew
they were being followed for about a week before their trail was bold

tracker

enough to step forward; Ranma had only noticed it three days prior. It
wasn't Ryoga, he knew that much, for he gave too much of his position
away and hesitated far, far too long in the attack.

It is unclear who you mean by "he".  Ranma?  Ryoga?  The tracker?  
Another reason to know it isn't Ryoga is because Ryoga can't track
for crap.  He just sort of shows up again and again from unexpected
directions.  

They had encountered highwaymen before, and always dispatched them with
ease, partially due to their superiority in combat and partially because
any raiders with the skills and weaponry to defeat them wouldn't bother
with such obvious destitutes. 

delete "partially due to their superiority in combat and partially"
because it is redundant.  


No, when the Saotomes were attacked, it

was usually by the mad, the desperate, or both, and the case was the
same this time.

this time was no different.  

Genma knew the attack was coming, probably before the attacker did, but
purposely did nothing; this was, after all, a training trip for his
son's benefit, and sons did not become stronger by having their fathers
do things for them.

The attack came from above, a young man leaping from the canopy of trees
holding a crude spear. Ranma had him disarmed, flat on his back, and
with the shaft of his weapon over the attacker's neck in less time than
it would have taken him to fall out of the tree unhindered. Genma was
duly impressed at his son's prowess.

"Very nice, boy." Ranma nodded, then stepped off the attacker's chest to
allow Genma room to deal with him. Genma grabbed both ends of the spear
-- not much more than a stick with a scrap of metal embedded in one
side, he noticed -- and looked into the attacker's eyes. He was no more
than a child, even younger than Ranma was, and as with all these cases,
Genma thought it his duty to scare him a little. More than a little.

"Just what did you think you were doing, kid?" Genma asked, lifting up
on the spear just enough for enough air to pass that the kid could
answer.

"I--" he gasped, "-- I heard some travelers were coming through the
forest,  and, and I thought you were merchants! Oh God, if I'd have
known it was you, I wouldn't have, I wouldn't have, oh God please don't
kill me, please *urk*"

Genma pressed down, tired of the boy's simpering. "Don't try to flatter
me. You don't know who I am. You didn't care, either, until my son laid
you out. What's your name, boy?" Again, he lifted the shaft.

"Please, please don't kill me, I'm sorry, I'm too young *urk*"

Genma pushed down again. "Tell me your name, and don't tell me anything
else. Do you understand?" He lifted again.

The kid responded, as calmly as he could, though stuttering on the verge
of tears. "My name is T-tuh-Taro, muh-mister--"

"NO!" Genma howled. "YOUR NAME IS DOGSHIT! YOUR NAME IS GOD-DAMN FUCKING
DOGSHIT, NOW TELL ME YOUR FUCKING NAME BEFORE I RIP YOU OPEN LIKE A
FUCKING FISH!"

"muh-my name is duh-duh-duh-Dogshit, sir!"

"That's right, Dogshit! Now, if I let you go, what are you going to do?"

"Dogshit" started to answer, but Genma cut him off. "I'm going to tell
you what you're going to do. First, I am going to lift up your weapona
and allow you to get up onto your hands and knees. If you try to run
away from me, I am going to kill you. Second, you are going to crawl
over to the campfire. You're not going to stand up, because you don't
have the right to stand up. Only real men can stand tall. You're going
to crawl on your hands and knees like a dog. Third, you are going to
take a handful of that -- " Genma gestures to the ashes in the ring of
stones that marked where their fire had been -- "and you are going to
eat it. Do you know why you're going to eat it, Dogshit?"

Dogshit slowly shook his head, his eyes as wide as the moon and staring
up in nameless terror.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Dogshit. Because see, Dogshit, I like
you. I wanna help you out. And if you keep trying stupid shit like this,
you're going to get killed. And I don't want you to be killed, that
wouldn't be too nice -- now would it? And I'm gonna teach you not to do
anything like this ever again. Oh, it'll eb bad now, but buck up, kid!

be

You've gopt your whole life ahead of you!"

got

Boy.  This Genma has a whole different way to make sure that he 
has a never ending supply of people on quests to kill him.


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