Fighting a girl was something that he could easily be well acquainted with though.
Seeing as some of his opponents had been, and would be girls, he could see why knowing how to fight a combatant of the opposite gender would be a good idea. That was only common sense, and even he had that much. If it had to do with the Art, he was going to be able to grasp it, and this was a realm that he was certain that he could understand a girl in.
Such was the case in dealing with Akane, as she charged right at him. He could easily see that she could do some serious damage to his body if her punch connected, but it was also sloppy. The focus that she put into it was too wrapped up in her onrush of emotion, and she was going for the direct approach. Doing that was fine... when one's opponent was slow enough.
For Ranma, it was her strike that was the slow part. She kept on tossing punches at him, but he merely weaved around them like he wasn't even trying. Each thrust of her fist was twisted around, and a growl of frustration came up from her throat as he simply dodged and moved back. In fact, he even managed to go from one side of her fist to the other, like the hand was a pivot point.
"Fight me!" she snapped, her eyes narrowed and shining with anger.
He cocked his head to the side and looked thoughtful as he sidestepped one of her kicks. "Thought that was what I was doin'."
"Doesn't look like it!"
"Suppose it depends on how ya look at it."
"What are you doing then?!"
"Well," he murmured... and then tripped her as he let her sail by. Seeing her crash face first to the ground, he shrugged. "Somethin' like that."
"How amazing! It looked just like dancing!" Kasumi declared, delight sounding in her voice.
"True enough, but he just kept on walking around her. Nothing really happened, except that she got tired...." Nabiki began, and then an expression of understanding crossed her features. "But that was the point, wasn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" Akane asked as she climbed back to her feet, spitting out dirt as she did so.
"He used you against yourself, little sister. As you kept on trying your damnedest to put all your strength and power to bash him, he kept you going. And that would tire you out."
"Leaving him rested better, while I'd be exhausted."
"Pretty much," Ranma confirmed with a smile.
The youngest of the slave sisters brushed off her hands. "I get it now. You were trying to out manuever me."
"Well...."
"Let's try it again. And this time, I'll...."
"Package for Mister Saotome...." called out a new voice
"Huh?"
Frowning in thought, Nabiki walked over to the man who'd arrived with a clipboard in hand. "Are you sure that you should be here?"
"What do you mean?" the man asked.
"There are plenty of 'Saotome' families in Japan, and there are two people here by that name...."
"Ah, yes. Well, I'm looking for 'Ranma Saotome'."
At the mention of his name, the pigtailed boy stepped forward. "That's me."
"Good. Sign here."
"Sign? For what?"
"Your package."
"I don't remember payin' for anythin'...." Ranma trailed off even as he signed his name.
"Didn't have to. It's already taken care of," the delivery man told him. "And this is yours."
Each of the teens wondered about what he meant... until the sight of a girl being brought out reached their eyes. She was young and pretty, in an aristocratic, and overbearing way. A single ponytail was drawn from the side of her head, and there were signs that she'd been freshly bathed and comforted. Her supple body was long legged and slender, with a firm bosom.
"She is Kodachi Kuno, your new slave."
"'Kuno'," gasped the younger two Tendo sisters, while:
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