A gracefully curved length of expensively lacquered wood tumbled through the air. The handsome exponent of the Art of the Sword raised a hand…
It should be noted at this point that the hidden Sasuke was not, in fact, aiming directly at his master. Had the teenaged samurai merely ignored the distractionary tactic, the remainder of the match would have been short and humiliating but not quite as much so as actually transpired.
Kuno reached up and successfully caught the weapon flying past him. Unfortunately, he did so with the hand he was already holding a bokken in, which he consequently dropped.
On his head.
Suddenly invigorated, the scion of House Kuno spun around, bellowing, “Foul Cur, you dare interfere in a duel of honour?” Seeing no one behind him, he paused, scanning from side to side with narrowed eyes.
Genma hopped down from the bokken and gave an absent-seeming sidekick that broke it cleanly at the ground. Another idle tap with his foot lofted the freed part to hip height. Then he wound up and gave the falling piece of wood a massive boot.
Timing and target were perfect. Kuno did not react to the arrival of the projectile behind his ear. Nor did he react to the tip of his bokken touching the ground. Finally, he did not react to the grass poking him in the eye as he measured his length on the sports field.
“That was disappointing,” remarked Genma, joining his friend and family as they made their way to the gate.
“But indisputably a victory for the Musabetsu Kakuto, old friend.”
“True, we can celebrate. But, still,” Genma turned to the two youngsters, “Boy, I don’t want you fighting him too much. You’ll lose your edge.”
“Uh-huh.” Ranma kicked a fallen bokken into the air, catching it and posing dramatically. “You can’t risk the embarrassment of my defeat at the hands of the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!”
Thunder crashed, and lightening struck. Limned with a bright corona, Ranma sailed through the air as the heavens opened. Only one thing stood between her and a wet and messy landing.
After she got her breath back, Akane said, “I like you, Ranma, but not like that. Would you please get off me?”
“Ah.” The redhead pushed up a little. “Sorry ‘bout this.” She flipped her sodden hair out of her eyes, and rolled off the taller girl, letting the torrential rain pound down without interruption.
“Can I take that back?” asked Akane, shielding her face with a hand.
[Way to go, Boy!] signed the panda.
“Not much point now, you’re already wet,” remarked Ranma as she stood up. “And the ground will get soaked pretty soon.”
Akane grabbed her friend’s hand and jerked herself to her feet. The tug shook the smaller girl, and the bokken in her other hand broke.
The loose piece shattered on the ground.
Ranma poked the stub in her fist with a finger, knocking loose another chunk of charcoal. “This… is significant,” she announced. “I think.”
(Posted Fri, 13 Jul 2007 23:56)
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