"Eija can you clean up the wide area of the warehouse before we get started on training?" Ranma asked her dark-haired daughter as she held a bag of small clear pieces of glass.
Eija looked past their established living quarters and the small kata space they'd already established toward the mostly bare warehouse beyond it and swallowed nervously.
"Of course, Okaasan," she said.
That said, Ranma looked to her son and pointed toward the kata space.
"You need to start meditation," she said. "Try the roof. It'll be quieter."
"Hai, 'kaasan," Deimosu said with a sigh.
"Naiki..." Ranma started to say as Deimosu walked back out of the building to leap to the top of the building.
"WAAH!!" Eija's voice called out from the other part of the warehouse.
"Missed the first one already," Ranma muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
In front of her, her green-haired daughter was looking around past, towards Eija was staring at a spreading pool of oil.
"Anyway, Naiki...Naiki, are you listening?" Ranma declared, snapping her fingers. "You did what I asked?"
"Yeah," Naiki said. "They said they're ready for you to come by anytime."
"Don't get distracted Eija!" Ranma called over her shoulder without looking.
The crash that followed was punctuated at the end with a plaintive "itai."
"Good," Ranma said, nodding. "You think they'd be there right now?"
"Might be," Naiki said, shrugging and trying not to give attitude just now when her mother appeared to be so casual.
"Eija, Naiki and I will be gone for a bit," Ranma called back and then added something. "Check stability first."
This was answered by another crash and the sound of Eija trying to chase everything she'd just stacked on an old table.
Ranma shook her head, eyes closed and sighed.
"It'll take her two hours to get things cleaned at this rate," Ranma muttered with a bit of disappointment. "That's a lot of work to be done. Anyway, back to the campus, Naiki."
"Right," the green-haired girl said, still firmly embarrassed at the task she was about to have to look forward to..
"Don't spill that way!!" Eija shouted as they left the warehouse.
****
Issei Tsubaki and the other members of the Amateur Karate Club turned around as they heard a knock on wood at the door. They turned to see a red-headed woman in her thirties wearing a red business dress.
Behind her was Naiki Satomi coming in and looking about like she'd rather be anywhere else.
The three fighters that the girl had beaten earlier that week gritted their teeth when they saw her. She stuck her tongue out at them in response, and shortly thereafter was whacked in the back of the head by her mother.
"Hi," the woman said. "I understand you had an impromptu match with my daughter."
"I heard she cheated," Issei protested, walking forward to stand in front of the woman defiantly. "She used a weapon or something."
"Not quite," Ranma said, looking towards her daughter. "She got reckless and used something she's not supposed to use in normal challenges."
"So you're saying you want a rematch?" Issei asked.
"I'm saying she owes you a rematch," Ranma said. "However, I also heard something about woman being incapable martial artists."
"That's right," one of the large other members said coming forward. "And I don't think there's anything you should be saying about it, given your coming in here in your heels and secretary's attire."
Issei sweatdropped a little.
"Did Naiki-chan tell you who her teacher was?" Ranma asked with a casual smile and closed eyes.
Naiki looked at the expression and backed carefully away.
"I don't particularly care what dojo you enrolled her in, lady," the large man said. "Women shouldn't be doing martial arts."
Ranma opened her eyes, still smiling and lowered her head slightly.
"Care to test that?" she asked. "Because I'm Naiki's teacher."
"Fine," Issei said. "I'll take you on, lady. Tell me when you're ready."
"How's now," the red-head asked. "Oh, don't mind the suit, I don't wear anything I haven't tested for use."
"Ohhhkay," Issei said, looking back towards his compatriots. "Let's go then!"
The young-man entered stance, started to chamber an exploratory jab...and found himself face down in the floor with on arm twisted behind him.
All in roughly one point five seconds, during which, his opponent had moved one arm and one hand, which was still holding Issei's thumb in a rather uncomfortable position that somehow extended to the entire arm.
"S...sempai!" the mountainous karatekas called out.
"You see," Ranma said, turning to her daughter. "This is why you don't underestimate people. This kid holds himself well enough that he should be able last at least half a minute, but he assumed I was weak and opened himself right up."
"Hai, Okaasan," Naiki said.
Issei was released as Naiki answered, and the young-man scrambled for his glasses as he stood up and looked at the woman again.
"Now I think it's Naiki's turn," the red-head said as she walked to the side of the room and sat down.
"Great, finally my turn to beat you all up again," Naiki said smirking as she walked forward, cracking her knuckles.
****
"The place is dirtier than it was when I found it!" Eija sighed bitterly.
****
Up above, Deimosu breathed in and out, trying to move into a meditative state.
"I wish I had situational awareness training," he muttered.
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