That... wasn't quite true.
The fact of the matter was that he was actually quite a good teacher of the Art who was rather skilled in the fighting arts. Had he stuck with a pure teaching of the Art, he would have been able come up with a rather disciplined, and skilled fighter. But he had always been one for the quick and easy path, and if he saw something that was likely to give him an opportunity where he could advance his son's skills, he took it, not looking at any possible problems with it until those difficulties came up.
This was the man who had worked to collect cats to starve and throw into the pit that he was going to toss his son into, after all. Yet, this time, the student who was going to be... working under the stresses of his haphazard manner of teaching was not his Heir. Rather, it was going to be the youngest daughter of his old friend Tendo. And he was going to teach her, no matter what she might want, though he was certain that she would be pleased with his plan.
He had only one question to answer, and that turned out to be an easy one to answer. Considering all that he had available to teach Tendo's daughter, he had the opportunity to tailor it to what would be the best thing to teach her. Plenty of speed techniques were out there, but the fact was that he didn't want to rework her fighting style. If he could teach her something that would fit into her direct and strength based fighting style, then not only would it be both a natural fit, and make her happy that he wasn't trying to change her, but it would make teaching her easier. What made it all so the better was that there was a choice available that would allow him to really follow in that direction.
Popping up to a seated position with his legs crossed and his arms folded over his chest, he nodded with satisfaction at what he'd chosen. "I'll teach her the Bakusai Tenketsu!"
Of course, he didn't exactly know much about that maneuver, beyond the fact that it included hanging a bound student up in the air and tossing rocks at her, but he was certain that he could figure it out. It was a martial arts scroll, and he was a master, which had been hard won through experience, perseverance, and a deep seated need to survive through his own teacher. Sure, this looked to be a tough technique to teach, but he'd gone through worse, and he was sure that once she understood what she was going to get out of this, she would totally embrace it. Then she'd be happy with him, and the effect would likely spread to the others.
"I just have to figure out how to get it started...." he mused to himself, pursing his lips, and stretching slightly as he tried to take a 'thoughtful' pose.
In the changing room for the furo, Akane took a moment to shiver as a chill ran up her spine.
She had been in the middle of changing. Already, she'd dropped her gi bottom to the floor and was in the middle of sliding her top off her arms. But once the chill came, she found that she could only freeze where she stood, with her gi top only really on her forearms. That left her standing there in her bra and panties, but she wasn't too worried about that. It wasn't like she thought that Ranma would be barging in and find her like that, so she knew that she was safe... for the moment.
Once she got moving again, she wondered just where that chill had come from. Sure, she was undressing, but it wasn't all that cold out, and the worst cold came from the floor tiles. Something had obviously hit her senses though, and she couldn't figure out what that was. All that she knew was that it seemed to be a rather intense sensation, and wasn't one that she could ignore. Looking down at her body, she tried to see herself as being an 'athletic beauty', and attempted to imagine someone seeing her as one. Unfortunately for her, none of the guys at school had realized that she was someone who wanted romance and love from a guy who would see her as someone to care for, rather than the idiots who saw her as something to jam into their fantasies, or just wanted to jump her then and there.
However, it didn't seem to be one of the usual suspects, so she merely returned to her bath preparations, as beating up big jerks like Genma Saotome was hot and sweaty work. At the same time, she kept on trying to figure out why she couldn't shake a sense of impending doom, while:
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