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[Ranma had disappeared for a short time, not making himself seen by anyone he's gotten acquainted with. Last anyone'd seen him would've been a few days ago.

Come present day, a video feed coming from his username would pop up on the network. Opening it would display an image of a humble, homely cottage, and a familiar voice.]

Ain't it nice? Figured it was time to get myself a place all to myself. It's nothing fancy, but it's a roof over my head. Oh! There's something here I've been working on for the last few days.

[Heading inside, the video showed Ranma opening one or two doors, walking down a small hallway until descending down some steps. Those watching would get a viewing of Ranma's shoes hastily treading down the stairs, before panning up to show what looked to be a DIY training hall made out of a basement. Miscellaneous equipment and objects could be seen scattered about. Mats, cinder blocks, wooden post, anything one would picture belonging to a dojo.

The shellphone is propped down on the floor, so Ranma could walk in front of the frame. Instead of the usual red silk shirt he normally wears, he's instead dressed in a dogi.]

It's not as great or spacious as the dojo back home, and it's still a work-in-progress, but it'll do. Any of you wanna swing by and train any time, you're welcomed to. Just a head's up though I only have the few-- [He tugged the dogi.] uniforms, they may not be your size. None of the stores here had these in stock, so had to make them myself.

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[Thankfully, Gohan is not a four year old boy stranded in the wilderness anymore, so his dodging skills have actually improved!]

Wh-whoa!

[Gohan's body moves quickly to avoid the blow, his torso shifting to the side just enough to avoid taking the hit while minimalizing movement as much as possible.

Somewhere out there, Piccolo is smiling with pride. Not that he'd admit it.]

[It's okay, Gohan. Ranma's own mentor is like Mr. Piccolo. Only difference is, Piccolo'd throw himself in front to protect his kid, while Ranma's would throw him to the wolves and tell him to deal with it while he runs for the hills.

Impressive movement for someone who said he didn't fight. Time to test his reaction and spatial awareness! The volleys of punches weren't letting up for a second, except for one moment, when Ranma decided to try and catch Gohan off guard by swinging his leg for a kick into the boy's side just as quick and out as his punching.]

[As Gohan's dodging and weaving to deal with Ranma's attacks, he starts to feel his instincts as a Saiyan kicking in, adapting to the flow of battle. So when that leg comes in for a surprise strike, his arms shoots down, catching the leg with a block from his forearm.]

You're really strong...!

[About what he expected. Ranma's got to learn more about the younger boy's prior training before all this. He can't be some greenhorn upstart throwing around strength and speed willy-nilly.]

Flattery won't help ya' win this.

[Ranma responded, giving a cheeky grin as his foot hanged there on Gohan's forearm. Much like Saiyans, adapting to any situation regarding combat is the basis of Ranma's fighting style. He could do this in his sleep. Putting force down, Ranma used his block foot as a lever of sort to hoist himself up and over Gohan's head, using the momentum to aim a kick towards Gohan's back.]

Aaah-!!

[That sort of ingenuity in combat is one of Gohan's greatest weaknesses, and truly what sets him apart from a genius fighter like his father. He sticks to what he knows works for him, and doesn't really know how to adapt on the fly. He sees the attack coming, but isn't sure how to react to it or how to try and counter it. All he can do is attempt to tense up his body to limit the impact of the strike and to maintain his balance.

Focused on his defense, however, Gohan has left himself wide open.]

[That's what set them both apart. Both may have been trained from a young age, but with Ranma, martial acumen and adaptability comes naturally to him like breathing. Pure strength and dexterity only makes up a fraction of what martial arts stands for. Gohan still has a long way to go at this stage of his life. That's what this is training is for, improvement.

This being training also meant that the volley of kicks he delivered into Gohan's back wasn't as excessive as he'd dish out on his usual sparring partners. Ten or twenty or so, all disguised as a single attack from the breakneck speed. Following up, Ranma went to sweep out the young boy's legs to knock him on his side.]

[Gohan was trapped on the back foot, forced into a defensive position in this spar. There was no denying that Ranma was exceptionally skilled. While Gohan knew martial arts, it was clear the gulf between the two of them was large in that department. He had to do something to turn things around, or at least get himself out of this situation. He needed an opening here...

His chance was coming, thankfully. He takes the volley of kicks as they come, but when Ranma tries to sweep his legs out from under him, he reacts quickly, using the small window of opportunity between the attacks to leap into the air over Ranma's low kick.]

Haaaah!

[Quickly gathering his energy while suspended in midair during his jump, he releases a kiai, a shockwave tremoring through the air outward from his body as he attempts to blow Ranma away from him. Anything to get some space between them so he calibrate his actions here.]

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