[Episode 120976] [Episode 120976]She’d felt relief when her home room teacher had assigned one of her fellow students to bring her up to date on the material she’d missed during her ‘weeks’ in the slave pens. Of course, she’d only been in them for a few hours. But, on the other hand, she had missed the entire curriculum, not just a few weeks. She’d thought spending the day getting caught up would give her a chance to evaluate what strategy would best let her conceal her origin. She hadn’t expected such a thorough briefing.
“Is something wrong, Tendo-san,” Ami Mizuma asked?
Nabiki drew her eyes away from the heavy binder in front of her and gave the dark haired girl with the slight resemblance to Akane a weak smile. “Nothing, nothing at all. My mind was on other things. But I’m all ready to study now.”
Ami blushed, which puzzled Nabiki, until the girl spoke. “I can imagine, having a master at such a young age. You must be very distracted.” there was more than a hint of envy in the girl’s voice, showing that she didn’t consider that sort of distraction to be a bad thing.
“You could say that,” Nabiki agreed, thinking it was as good an excuse as any, and had the benefit of being true. Being Ranma’s slave was a very distracting experience. She was constantly experienced little day-dreams involving her and Ranma. Like for instance, just after coming into school she’d had a powerful day dream that featured her hanging upside down from her ankles, while Ranma’s meaty shaft slid in and out of her mouth.
Just remembering that now caused her legs to tremble a little bit. “Tendo-san, are you there!” a firm voice asked, breaking her out of her revere.
“Huh? Oh, Mizumi-san. Sorry. Like you said, it can be distracting.”
“It’s the slave bond,” Ami said, nodding her head. “I’ve heard that it can take some time to grow accustomed to sharing your master’s desires. Especially if he has strong ones.” Ami adopted a thoughtful look. “Part of the problem might bet that you’re his only slave. That means you get the full effect. Once he has a few more slaves the effects will diminish.” Her expression grew slightly calculating as she said this, something Nabiki missed as she was leafing through the heavy binder in front of her in dismay.
Ami laid a hand on Nabiki’s and said, “Don’t worry, the school will make allowances. After all, you already have a master. So it’s not as if you have to worry about building a skill set that will interest a master in you. You’re free to pursue your own interests now. Unless, your master wishes you to study something specifically. Has he suggested anything? Maybe I could help you with it?”
“Ranma?” Nabiki said in a disbelieving tone. “Believe me, the last thing he wants to think about is my schooling, or that of anyone else.” ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Conan watched Ranma train, doing things he would have put in the impossible, rather than improbable, category before seeing Ranma in action. For instance, a lot of Ranma’s activity was taking place in the air. Not that he was flying, it just seemed that way sometimes. His leaps were impressive, and his hang time awesome. That was not the most impressive feat, however. That would be the length of time he’d kept up this display. It was going on an hour since Ranma had started.
Evidence to how impressive this was came in the form of two martial artists who had wondered over and joined in. Doing different katas, but with the same intensity as Ranma. One of them was currently laying on his back, his nearly purple face only now fading back toward a more normal color as he drew in great gasps of air, his belly heaving with exertion. His fellow practitioner was puking in the bushes a little way away.
Curiously, Ranma himself didn’t seem impressed. His look of intense concentration kept flickering to one of dissatisfaction when he’d make an error. Or at least Conan thought it was when he made an error. Ranma’s moves were far too complicated and quick for him to judge. He was much better than Ran, better even than Ran’s Sensei, and that was saying something as that woman had been training for over a hundred years.
Conan became aware that he had company, and looked back and upward at Kodachi who has silently joined him in observing Ranma’s routine. Conan would have expected to see lustful desire on her face as she watched Ranma’s lithe body move so powerfully. While there was a longing in Kodachi’s expression, it was not, if Conan was right, a desire for Ranma, but for what he was doing. She was dressed, as all the boys, except Ranma, were. White tee shirt and loose shorts. The tee shirt should have been loose as well, but Kodachi’s hung to her upper body as if molded. Her high firm breasts pressing hard against the fabric, the darkness of her nipples and aureoles showing clearly through the stretched cloth.
“He’s very good,” Conan said in a casual voice.
“He is far better than very good,” Kodachi said in a distracted air, not even looking at Conan, who’s voice might as well have come from thin air for all the attention she paid him. “He could defeat Akane-sama,” she added, worry in her voice.
Conan’s radar kicked over, and he darted a look at Kodachi’s rather strained expression. Uh oh, he thought to himself. “Or train someone else to do it,” he said in an offhand manner while looking at Kodachi indirectly. He felt relief when the strain on her face shifted to something more speculative.
At that moment, Ranma came to a halt, his hands clutching his knees as he bent over, sweat running from his face to drip on the ground. “Damn, damn, damn,” he cursed softly to himself between great gasps of air. From his appearance Conan would not have been surprised if he joined the puking martial artist in surrendering his lunch to the ground.
Ranma recovered quickly, in a few minutes he stood up, only looking a little shaky. He turned to look at Conan, and the young boy saw his pupils dilate as he spotted Kodachi. A wariness flickered across his face, his expression as easy to read as a book to the observant boy. He’s afraid, no, not afraid, worried about what she’s here for,” Conan thought to himself.
“I wish you to train me,” Kodachi said firmly.
“Huh?” Ranma blinked. “To do what?” he asked warily.
“To defeat Akane-sama.”
The wary look in Ranma’s eyes deepened. “Why?”
Kodachi looked annoyed. “So that I may defeat her in battle and make me her slave.” Kodachi flushed as she realized her slip of the tongue. “So that I may make her my slave,” she quickly corrected.
Conan had known Kodachi’s motivation, but at times he’d wondered if she did. This pretty much confirmed she did. Ranma on the other hand was looking a bit cross-eyed as he tried to work out what Kodachi was saying. Conan took pity on him.
“A slave must obey her master, even if her master’s orders are that the slave treat her master as the slave,” Conan said.
Kodachi flushed, but did not deny Conan’s words.
“So, you’re saying that she wants to beat Akane. So she can make Akane her slave. So that she can order Akane to be her master?”
“Pretty much,” Conan said with a shrug.
Kodachi’s flush was looking darker as she looked at Ranma with flashing eyes. No doubt she had, as Conan had, heard the unsaid, she’s nuts, in Ranma’s voice. “Akane-sama is making a mistake. She would wither as a slave. She was born to be a master. I must make her see this!”
Ranma shrugged. “Not much point if that’s what you want. I don’t think you’ll be able to beat her, though.”
“Why not? You don’t even know my skill!”
“Yea, I do, but that ain’t why I said you can’t beat her. You can’t beat her because you want to lose. Until you want to win, your wasting your time.” Unsaid was the fact that she’d be wasting Ranma’s time as well.
“Yes, but Akane wants to lose as well,” Conan said. When both older eyes turned to him, he continued. “That’s the whole point in her challenge, she wants to be defeated. But she wants to be defeated for real. If Akane can fight effectively when she wants to be beaten, why can’t Kodachi?”
Ranma opened his mouth to say why she couldn’t, and then closed it. He gave a head shake, and mumbled, “this world is too weird.” he looked at Kodachi, shrugged, and said, “Ok, I’ll train you, and you too Conan, while I’m at it.”
“Me?”
“I ain’t always going to be around if one of your pop’s enemies takes a run at you. You might as well learn how to fight back.”
Conan didn’t know what to say to that, except, “thank you.”
A little while later, Conan knew what he should have said was “Rot in Hell, Saotome.”
He was currently kneeling on the ground, his hands on the grass as he fought very hard not to embarrass himself by throwing up. He had never in his life been put through such an intense workout. Kodachi was in no better shape, she was supporting herself against a tree, her forehead pressed to the bark as she tried to breath in a regular fashion.
Ranma was jogging in place in front of them. “I’m going to go take a little run, when I get back we’ll start the training,” he said. A second later only dust marked where he had been.
Kodachi and Conan continued to pant until Conan swallowed and managed to gasp out. “He must die.”
“Agreed,” Kodachi gasped. “Painfully, and lingering.”
“Oh yeah.” Conan forced himself up to his feet. He turned in the direction opposite the one Ranma had run in and broke into a staggering jog. He was joined by Kodachi a second later and the two of them painfully moved in a path that would intercept Ranma’s run around the school.
As Ranma jogged, he thought about Kodachi. She was as flipped out as the Kodachi he knew, but somehow it was different. She didn’t frighten him the way her other self had, for one thing. She was also as game as hell. He had expected both her and Conan to quit on him, but they had kept on going till he gave them permission to stop.
And as his opinion on Kodachi went up, his opinion on Akane went down. She was nothing more than a bully, and a cruel one at that, for stringing Kodachi up and exposing her like that for all the boys to see. She needed to be taught a lesson, shown what it felt like to be humiliated in front of all your school mates.
Ranma grinned. He knew just the red-headed girl to teach her that lesson.
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