[That makes two of them... Ranma's been amassing his own group of students that've been wanting to learn from him. How? Beats him, but it gives him a headstart on making his own dojo in the future when he gets home!
The martial artist pondered for a second, taking in the other's words. On one hand, she really doesn't care for his guts right about now. Hell, the whole reason this fight started was over him being butthurt she gave his GF a (in her opinion) moderately average and not terrible score.
... At the same time, it isn't like that petty retaliation isn't unfounded in her mentors. Rather, it's pretty much on par for all of Ranma's teachers. That, and her martial artist code dictate that she follow and study any and all technique. Maybe she'll learn something from him she can pick up eventually. What does she have to lose, besides possibly her time.]
...
[Out of her sleeve, slid a simple thermos. Ranma unscrewed the cap, held it over her head, and poured the contents over her. Nigh-instantaneously, as the scalding water sizzled down Ranma's body, she shifted in the blink of an eye. Going from a tiny redheaded girl to the raven-haired guy Ranma was when the battle started. He despawned the thermos and shrugged, resting his arms behind his head.]
Why not? Been a while since someone taught me anything.
[Must've been here too long, cause he's actually missing his old man's lessons right about now.]
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The martial artist pondered for a second, taking in the other's words. On one hand, she really doesn't care for his guts right about now. Hell, the whole reason this fight started was over him being butthurt she gave his GF a (in her opinion) moderately average and not terrible score.
... At the same time, it isn't like that petty retaliation isn't unfounded in her mentors. Rather, it's pretty much on par for all of Ranma's teachers. That, and her martial artist code dictate that she follow and study any and all technique. Maybe she'll learn something from him she can pick up eventually. What does she have to lose, besides possibly her time.]
...
[Out of her sleeve, slid a simple thermos. Ranma unscrewed the cap, held it over her head, and poured the contents over her. Nigh-instantaneously, as the scalding water sizzled down Ranma's body, she shifted in the blink of an eye. Going from a tiny redheaded girl to the raven-haired guy Ranma was when the battle started. He despawned the thermos and shrugged, resting his arms behind his head.]
Why not? Been a while since someone taught me anything.
[Must've been here too long, cause he's actually missing his old man's lessons right about now.]