A gracefully curved length of expensively lacquered wood tumbled through the air. The handsome exponent of the Art of the Sword raised a hand imperiously, intercepting the hilt of the weapon with a crisp smack that resounded across the sports field. He turned his head a little as the sword came to high guard, and declared, “Repent of thy insults, and offer truly humble apology, and I shall display mercy; but should you not, ptrepare to meet thy ancestors, for I am Heaven’s Wrath, the Blue Thunder!”
Lightening struck, and thunder crashed.
“You challenged me, young pup,” rumbled Genma. Behind him, Ranma and Akane quietly left the field, moving well to the side of the coming battle.
“Enough prattle!” cried Kuno. “I strike!”
Soun, walking towards the middle of the field and fumbling in his gi for a handkerchief to flag the beginning of the match, sprawled facefirst in the grass as the kendoka charged.
“Oy Sho To!”
“Ya know,” remarked Ranma calmly, “attacking the referee don’t normally help. “ She smirked faintly as her father rose above the attack, and appeared to ignore the grip she maintained on her friend’s wrist.
“Let me go! He hurt Daddy!”
“Pops’ll pulp him for it, don’t worry,” said Ranma. “Besides, your father don’t look too hurt – he’s already getting up.”
Having missed on the first rush, Kuno turned and thrust at his opponent.
“Eeek! Ranma, he ran your father through!”
“Woo, Pops don’t get o practice that move much,” breather the redhead. “I just bet he has me patch up his gi later, too.”
As Akane gagged at her friend’s callousness, she missed the sight of Genma completing the entanglement of the weapon in his gi jacket and punching his young adversary in the ribs. Kuno lurched back, and Genma grinned unpleasantly as he drew the bokken from inside his garment and tossed it aside.
“Let’s see how you manage without your crutch, boy.”
“Sasuke, bokken!”
A gracefully curved length of expensively lacquered wood tumbled through the air. The handsome exponent of the Art of the Sword raised a hand imperiously, intercepting the hilt of the weapon with a crisp smack and seamlessly bringing the blade around to block a flurry of open-handed blows from his opponent. Hands and wooden sword blurred as youth battled experience.
Genma, of course, had more than mere experience to fall back on. Cunning, deceit, vice, viciousness, and an extensive array of underhanded tricks were also in his arsenal.
Kuno briefly impersonated a bird as his bokken resumed its previous arc. On the second bounce, he gained control of his movement and rolled to his feet. “Sasuke, Bokken!”
A gracefully curved length of lacquered wood tumbled the air. The exponent of the sword raised a hand, intercepting the weapon and bringing it around in a slash that barely ruffled his opponent’s clothing.
The older man laughed roughly. “You’re holding it by the wrong end.”
“I what?” exclaimed Kuno, diverting his attention to his weapon.
“Sucker,” added Genma, kicking him under the ribs.
“Sasuke,” gasped Kuno, “bokken!”
“Saotome’s playing with him.”
“Eeek! Daddy, don’t do that!”
“You’re right, Tendo-san. There’s no way Pops needs half this time to deal with that idiot.”
“Are you alright, Daddy? Did he hurt you?”
“My pride and my dignity may never recover,” said Soun wryly, “and I believe I shall have to teach that young pup a lesson. When he’s recovered from the one Saotome is about to teach him.”
“Oy Sho To!”
Kuno’s eyes widened. He knew that one, his opponent having used it at the beginning of the fight – and in desperate times, the desperation tactic of modification was surely tolerable? He twisted, thrusting his bokken skywards to spit his falling opponent. “Ha! I have you now!”
The weapon slipped through his fingers. “You were saying?” smirked Genma from his perch on the tip of the bokken now implanted hilt-deep in the ground, before kicking his opponent once more.
Kuno flopped on the grass near the gate he had arrived through. Forcing himself to his feet, he croaked, “Sasuke, bokken.”
A length of wood tumbled through the air. The weary boy reached out and snatched it gratefully from the air.
Genma, still perfectly balanced on the previous bokken, frowned. Stentorianly, he called, “Sasuke, Bokken!”
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