Climbing to the roof-top of the school in the neighborhood he had chosen for his training, Ranma had to admit... it was more than little awkward to get started, but he was feeling pleased with himself. His skill in the art of Anything Goes Martial Arts under the guidance and care of Grandmaster Happosai was at a higher scale than he thought it would be. He’d taken to the given exercise like a fish to water, all of his previous training for the past six years coming to fruition as he moved with such speed and stealth. In just under a half-hour, he’d liberated an entire bag-full of the neighborhood women’s silky undergarments. He felt such pride at knowing he was on the right track to fulfilling the training of being a practitioner of the Anything Goes School.
Taking a moment to open his bag, the ponytailed youth took out a pair of soft white cotton panties. He smiled as he held them in his grasp. They just had a comforting presence about them... in fact, holding onto all of the garments was almost like a state of meditation. It filled him with a sensation that all was right with the world, and his place in it was secure.
Well, that and they smelled nice. VERY nice.
Bringing them up to his face, the thirteen-year-old took a deep breath, reveling in the surge of energy they seemed to just vitalize him with. He knew he’d have to ask his master about that later and see if he knew anything about the power panties just seemed to have, but for now now, it was time to get onto the next part of this training exercise. Taking a deep breathe, Ranma reared his head back and let out the cry that would signal the continuation of his training.
“Furinkan High School,” the guide spoke up in an authoritative tone, “Is the Nerima Prefecture’s premiere high school.” He looked over the group of graduating Jr. High students gathered, taking in the faces of the one who’s test scores and... mental aptitude testing showed they would be best suited to one of the worst schools in Japan. “As you will be starting here for your first time next semester, I suggest you pay attention to this tour, as knowing your way around will be of definite use once you start attending.”
“Ha!” One of the children in the group shouted, a young boy with brown hair and holding a bokken. “I need no tour of the establishment like the rest of this boorish lot. I am Tatewaki Kuno, the Sparking Youth of Juuban Junior High, age fifteen. My father is the acting Principal and I know this place already like the back of my hand. Just let me be off to the Kendo Club, for that is the only place of importance to me on these school grounds.”
A girl with a page-boy haircut just rolled her eyes. “Oh, just give it a rest, Kuno.”
The young kendo practitioner glared at the woman that had been the thorn in his side since grade-school. “Be silent, woman!” The pompous teen shouted. “I do not need one such as yourself telling me to rest! I have barely started any physical activity today! I am still in my prime, Tendo-san!”
Nabiki rolled her eyes. Kami-sama, if this ass wasn’t keeping her family afloat by buying pictures of her older sister Kasumi as she cleaned the house, she’d have had nothing to do with the idiot.
The teacher that was acting as a tour guide to the group of students coming in lowered his head in defeat. This was really starting off on a sour note. “Ah well...” he thought to himself. “The Principal started his extended vacation today, so it’s not like things can get much worse around here.”
Of course, even if he was just thinking to himself, Fate had a funny way of knowing what was going on. So, to rectify his line of thought, a shout, akin to a battle-cry, came from the roof of the Furinkan High.
“WHAT A HAUL! WHAT A HAUL!”
That made the Jr. High students stop and look up. The girls that were in Gym class stopped in mid-stride of their run. The student body that were on their lunch period looked up from the meals. Students still in class started peering heads out of class windows to try and see what was going on. While it was true that the school was nowhere near ordinary, this was certainly something new.
And like a flash, a shadowed figure launched itself off from the roof of Furinkan High. The shaded figure landed safely on the ground. It was impressive in that he had jumped down from a solid three stories. Even more shocking was that it was a young kid, rough in appearance with bright blue eyes and raven black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was dressed in a rather ratty white gi with a net-mesh shirt underneath that showed through the collar, his feet were clad in wooden sandals. The cocky-seeming youth grinned at the group and held up his sack, opening it slightly to reveal that it was filled to overflowing with bras and panties!
Immediately, female snap-judgment went to work.
“Oh, sick!”
“Freak!”
“Shameful!”
“Lech!”
“Hentai!”
“Disgusting!”
“Ecchi!”
“PERVERT!”
Ranma eyes went wide as these girls began illuminating battle auras, the miasma of their inner-strength and power of will growing with a bright red light of anger. “Holy shit!” The ponytailed youth gasped. Grandmaster Happosai wasn’t kidding! These women WERE dangerous creatures once you got them riled up. It was obvious none of them had any proper martial arts training, and he was already feeling intimidated by them...
...And also a little interested. Just where were they suddenly getting brooms, frying pants, rolling pins, rug-beater wicks, and mallets from? Must’ve been some sort of super secret hidden weapons technique.
“Halt!” Ranma heard a boy shout to him. He turned just in time to see some pompous-seeming older kid in a school uniform wave a black lacquered bokken at him. “Do you not know who you mess with!?” I am Tate-”
“GET’IM!” One girl shouted before they all started storming towards Ranma, effectively cutting the other teenaged boy’s tirade as they trampled him on their way to reach their target. Him!
“Oh shit!” Ranma screeched out before turning in place and running like the dogs of hell were on his heels. Though retrospect, he didn’t think the dogs would be anywhere near as bad as being chased by an unruly mod of women. He was prepared to be chased, but he wished his sensei had forewarned him just how flippin’ scary it could be!
His legs pumping as fast as they could to keep one step ahead of the group, the ponytailed boy carrying the sack of ill-gotten goodies began circling around the building, screaming his full head off. He knew he had to make a distraction so quickly moved through a group of girls carrying bento boxes, flipping their skirts up into the air. Women shrieked and dropped their food on the ground so they could try and push their dresses down. Having both the women in the way and the food on the ground made an excellent delaying tactic.
Grinning lightly, Ranma figured, ‘why not’ and continued to head towards various girls, flipping up dresses as he went and laughing his fool head off. This was neat! It gave him such power and feeling of superiority! No wonder Grandmaster Happosai told him this was a foundation to the art of Anything Goes! Truly, with such confidence, one could do anything they set their mind to!
Plus, seeing that one of the girls was wearing a thong really send a surge of energy though him. He hadn’t been able to help himself as he took a moment to caress her posterior. Kami-sama, did that girl have a terrific ass! Oh, was he ever so glad to be alive and enjoy such sights and sensations. He knew that this was as close to heaven as he was ever going to get!
“WHAT A HAUL! WHAT A HAUL!” Ranma laughed heartily, not noticing how the mob of righteous feminine fury just seemed to double in numbers.
“After him!”
“Don’t let him get away!”
“Skin that pervert alive!”
“Death to all perverts!”
“When I get my hands on him!!”
“I’ll castrate the little bastard!”
As the unruly mod continued to give chase of the young man that was running away with a sack full of women’s undergarments, one of the girls having lunch that managed to finally push her dress down completely looked over to a fellow molested student. She looked at the girl with a brown ponytail with a curious look. “Hey, Kasumi?” She asked the normally quite and demure girl.
“Hmm?” The second-year student and Furinkan High asked. “What is it, Sakaki?”
“I didn’t know you wore a thong...” she said in a low voice.
Kasumi could do nothing but blush at the observation that had been made. What was wrong with wearing a thong? She needed to do something to feel young and alive, considering all she had to do around the house since her mother died. And it was nice that someone noticed, considering how he stroked her ass amidst the chaos.
She suppressed a shiver at the sudden thought. Oh, that was so naughty!
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