[Episode 121914] [Episode 121914]Ranma-chan flew out of the window headfirst. Apparently, Genma had decided that regardless of rain, shine, snow, drunkenness, fire, typhoon, or random beauty-enhancing potion of DOOM, the morning practice would continue as scheduled. It was the Saotome family's well-worn tradition, and Genma would be damned if a little thing like his son turning into an even hotter chick than she was before, or the headaches thinking like this caused him.
Ranma landed on her hands, using the momentum to flip her over to face the panda as its furry form alighted down from the guestroom window. They faced off on opposite sides of the koi pond.
Genma, it must be noted, wasn't much for good teaching practices. See, Ranma still had to get used to fighting in this form, so a sensible place to start would be some katas, letting Ranma get used to her new, taller, top-heavy body somewhat. Then they could move on to sparring. However, they say that if all you have is a hammer, every problem starts looking like a nail. All Genma had in his martial arts teaching tookit right at that moment was sparring.
Besides which, he had gotten an uncomfortable panda-woody from looking at his transformed son, and knew it would only get worse if all they were doing were katas. Genma wasn't dead, nor impotent as some stories may portray him. He was scared of his wife, or rather the sharp edge of a certain long pointy thing she carried wherever she went. Fortunately, the sparring would not only provide a welcome distraction, but also offer a chance to beat up his son like he hadn't had in a long while.
But Ranma had three things going for him-now-her. The first thing to her credit was that her female form was now closer to the height and strength of her male form. Unfortunately, it also meant that her speed was not as high in her new female form as was her old, although she was somewhat faster than the male form. This made her a little wobbly and sluggish in her attacks, as she had to reconcile the loss of speed that came along with ballast on her chest, as well as compensating for that ballast itself.
The second thing was that, although Ranma was unused to fighting in this body, Genma was unused to fighting against this body. Genma would fight her as if she was still her shorter incarnation, only occasionally switching to fighting (more appropriately) as if Ranma was her male self. Still, the match wasn't perfect, and he would slip back into fighting patterns he developed against the less-developed Ranma-chan.
The third thing, Ranma-chan had a nice, distracting figure. Genma—neither dead nor impotent, and unused to this new lovely vision of his son—was finding himself distracted fighting against her. He found his eyes drawn to watching the fabric plaster itself against her curvaceous form due to the wind, offering tantalizing details about what lay underneath; to watch those large globes, peaked with little hard nubs, wobbling about on her chest; to watch the fabric tighten enticingly across her hips and ass...
*POW!*
"HA! Got a good one in, Pops!" jeered Genma's comely son as her foot mashed into the panda's face. Genma spun head over teakettle to the ground. Righting himself, Genma growled and bounded up to counter Ranma once again. This time, the martial arts master showed his great skill... by getting kicked into the pool with an enormous splash.
"Ha! Gotta 'nother one! You're gettin' old in your old age, Pops!" shouted Ranma.
A sign bearing the words, [ Of course, I'm getting old in my old age! That's the definition of 'old age'! Twit! ] smashed Ranma, as suddenly the panda became a missile launching itself at Ranma-chan and whacking her upside the head with it.
Ranma reeled back, clutching her head in a sudden, sign-induced headache. "OW! Prepare for pain, Pops!" she growled and landed a solid blow to the panda's solar plexus. Genma, who had been seeking to follow up on his sign-jitsu, charged right into the strike, driving the breath from his volumous lungs.
Ranma-chan grinned. After several unsteady minutes of being on the receiving end of her father's beatings, something clicked and she was regaining her old form. She followed up the straight kick that caught Genma in the solar plexus with a diagonal kick to his chin, followed by a heel-kick to his crown, all with the same leg... never putting her foot down in between kicks.
The fat furry fool of a father staggered back as Ranma allowed herself a smile. Her old prowess was coming back. This form didn't suffer from the disadvantages of reach and strength as her former girl form, although she missed the speed of that form quite a bit. And she was getting the hang of this extra ballast up front as well. Heh. Ranma, you are soooo kewl! she thought smugly.
Genma shook his head free of the fuzz that Ranma had induced, and with a grim look in his eyes, he held up a sign saying, [ I had hoped that I would never have to unseal these techniques, son, but you have grown too powerful. With sorrow, I must use them to lay you down. ]
Ranma frowned in a mixture of disgust and exasperation. "Save me the melodrama, Pops! It ain't workin' on me!"
[ Very well, Ranma! Prepare for defeat! ] *flip* [ Happousai-Saotome Joint School of Anti-Female Desperation Tactics... ]
Ranma's eyes went wide. This couldn't be good.
*flip*
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