Genma was slowly crawling through a dirty alley attentively staring at his stationary but oh so elusive fluffy white target. Grimacing slightly he felt one of his myriad injuries he had sustained in this endeavor get stretched as he continued his silent stealthy crawl. He cursed silently and ignored the pain as he continued to slowly creep forward. His mind flashing back to how this had all started with the discovery of a training manual with amazing unbeatable martial techniques that showed immense promise but sadly required quite a few rather unique and hard to obtain training aids . The pit that was called for had been easily constructed and built. All that required was a shovel, a rural location, and willpower. The boy though still young and weak had even helped dig most of it while he was away catching the other essential training tools. The first twenty or so animals he had acquired had been so easily baited with meat and a steady hand. The next fifteen or so had been slightly harder to catch; he still bore some rapidly healing scratches and bites. Thankfully however for his ruggedly handsome complexion he had quickly captured almost all of the requisite hundred but the book insisted that one hundred and one were required at the minimum for whatever reason. At first he snickered to himself thinking how easy it would be to catch double that amount for the boys training. Annoyingly though when he captured the damn fleabags that were kept as pets he had to quickly make a tactical retreat from the area as the owners of said animals were not at all happy with his forceful abductions and excuses of martial training just did not fly within today’s society.
So he had to start again all from scratch. At least Ranma was getting quite good at digging ditches…Surely that could be twisted into a valuable martial art technique at some point. Settling into this town he had learned from his mistake and had captured only those animals that were obviously unkempt and had obvious battle scars. No pampered pets this time! Obviously these more feral and violent animals would make for far better training of the boy. These ones knew how to fight, and upon capture most fought desperately indeed, and he cursed his grand idea as he unconsciously massaged some of the deeper throbbing bites he had sustained. These evil creatures had gouged and bitten him repeatedly so much that he had thought to abandon the training. That idea was quickly banished however, perhaps if it was successful he could shave off more than a few years off this trip and return to his beautiful wife and oh so sexy wife sooner. Surely having an unstoppable fighting technique would be all that was needed to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that his son was a manly man right?
To that end he had carefully captured the strongest and wiliest of these beasts and it had all gone pretty easily until this infuriating white one had crossed his path. His first encounter had been innocent enough the animal managed to quickly steal the bait before he had managed to spring the trap. Annoying, but this had happened a few times during his capture sessions so he simply Re-baited his trap but then the same blasted animal quickly stole the bait yet again. Angered he reset the trap but this time re-positioned himself to be within closer reach of the trap trigger. This time he caught a glimpse of the animal and a few pieces of fur but it still managed to rush away with yet another scrap of meat. Disgusted he was about to reset the bait yet again but cursed when he realized that he was out of food and with that his and the boy’s dinner. Still he had to respect the cunning of the animal which had managed to elude his ingenious traps and returned to camp confident that he would catch the last of the requisite animals tomorrow.
The next day Genma set his trap and the food disappeared again and again. The damn elusive and cunning white beast seemed to be stalking him stealing all of his bait and absconding with it to who knows where. He attempted to follow it but he just wasn’t small enough or fast enough to make the rapid twist and turns necessary to catch up to the beast in this urban environment. After repeated failures he had developed a rather unhealthy target fixation. This fleabag would be the penultimate prize in teaching his son the cunning unbeatable ferocity the technique indicated he would be imbued with. It was all for the boy that he continued to repeatedly attempt to capture the animal nothing at all to do with his ego. Eventually he constructed bigger and better traps even buying some second-hand from a helpful and understanding coyote and gaijin whaler but all was for naught as the cursed white ghost evaded him.
But tonight he had finally succeeded he had taken to the rooftops and managed to keep up to track the annoying fiend home to its den in this very alley. It was eating now and too distracted to notice his stealthy approach. Slowly he continued to creep forward and his hand darted toward the beast. Within the blink of an eye Genma…
(Posted Fri, 17 Sep 2010 20:13)
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