Moar?
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Got Change?
By Lord Raa
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Disclaim-me-do: There’s only 37 ways to find out, unless this calculator is broken.
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Part 5
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On the morning walk to Furinkan, Nabiki was deciding the best way to ask Ranma about his ‘condition’.
‘If he’s allergic to something, then I should know. Surely a doctor would need to know in the event of a medical emergency,’ she reasoned. She glanced over at Ranma, who seemed to be in deep thought about something.
“Ranma,” Akane said, speaking for the first time on the journey. “What did you say to Kuno?”
“Why?”
“Well, he’s standing at the gates,” the youngest Tendo explained. “And he’s dressed in armour.”
“This is new,” Nabiki mused. “Looks like his carrying a proper sword this time.”
Ranma’s expression darkened. “I know that I’ve been travelling for a while, but the last time I checked, you needed a damn good reason to carry a sword out in the open. That idiot doesn’t have one.”
“So, the unsavoury oaf dares to sully the hallowed grounds of Furinkan once again!” Kuno announced, drawing the attention of every student within five hundred metres.
The Changeling looked around and clicked his fingers in understanding. “Oh, I see now, you’re talking about yourself.”
Nabiki and Akane edged away from Ranma as the crowd paused. No-one had dared speak to Tatewaki Kuno like that before.
“Y-you dare insult the Blue Thunder so casually!?!” Kuno spluttered with rage.
“I merely stated the obvious, Blue Thunder,” Ranma said calmly. “I suggest you step aside and allow everyone to attend their class.”
The kendoist’s hands dramatically moved to the hilt of his sword, signalling his willingness to draw it. “You are in no position to tell me what to do, Saotome.”
“You are quite right, Kuno. After all, who could stand in the way of someone who is only allowed to behave like a child because of who his father is?”
“What?”
“Your father is the principal of Furinkan, is he not? That is why the others allow you to indulge your fantasies. At least, that is the only reason I can think of,” Ranma shrugged. “For some reason, you think that we should be enemies, and because of that you behaved in an unforgiveable manner towards me.”
“It is you who has behaved unforgivably!” Kuno sneered.
“Why? Because I’m interfering in your unsavoury little game? No, Tatewaki Kuno, you are the indefensible one here.”
The Blue Thunder face contorted with fury as he drew his sword. The blade glittered in the morning sunlight as it pointed at Ranma’s chest.
“Have at you!”
Ranma simply planted his feet as the delusional swordsman charged him. Just as Kuno launched an overhead strike, the Changeling calmly caught the blade between the palms of his hands.
“Is this all you have?” Ranma asked mockingly. He lashed out with a snap kick and knocked Kuno to the ground. “Fighting you is no challenge, Kuno. If you end this charade now and I won’t destroy you and everything you hold dear.”
“Sorcery!” Kuno insisted. “It must be sorcery that enables you to block my righteous strikes!”
The Changeling sighed. “I guess that you’re going to continue this farce of a feud. Still, it might entertain the rest of the school.”
Ranma turned to where Nabiki and Akane were standing. “Glad to see that you have faith in my abilities.”
“Well, you’ve never seen Kuno fight before!” Nabiki insisted.
“You make it sound like he’s invincible,” the pigtailed martial artist said, gesturing to the crumpled heap that was Kuno. “Clearly, he’s just an idiot who can wave a stick about. Anyway, it’s time for school.”
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Ranma took his seat, unheeding or uncaring of the commotion his casual dismissal of Kuno had caused.
One of the young men in his class found the bravery to ask Ranma about the morning fight with Kuno.
“What of him? He’s nothing.”
“You must have had some serious fights if Kuno’s nothing special to you.”
“You misunderstand. He is not ‘nothing special’ – he’s nothing,” Ranma corrected. “I will destroy him.”
“Destroy him?”
“Yes,” the Changeling confirmed. “The name ‘Tatewaki’ will become a warning to others about the dangers of hubris, arrogance in ill manners.”
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In their classroom, Kuno was ranting about the four sorcerer that had humiliated him with black magic to Nabiki.
“To think that he could appear from nowhere and defile Furinkan with his presence in such a brazen manner...”
“Kuno, I’ll tell you one last time – be quiet or go out into the hall,” the teach spoke up in a voice that indicated he was tired of the arrogant youth’s behaviour.
“But... that Saotome! How can you tolerate his presence?”
“I have it on good authority that Saotome is not disrupting his classes, unlike you, Kuno-kun. Hallway, buckets, now.”
The kendoist reluctantly accepted his punishment and left his desk.
At least, that was his plan. Without warning, he left to unleash some divine justice upon the troublesome Saotome.
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