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(I used Mr Blue Sky as inspiration)
Ranma:
Who said that life was a like a pleasant but fleeting dream. Well they never knew about her freaking life. Life that was about to end. So what was there to regret. Well for starter... everything. Why couldn't she grow up like any other normal kid, sure the training she didn't regret it, but theere would certainly be things she would take out of it. Like the pit. This she could definitely live without. Oh yeah and being sold repeteadly for food. Yeah it didn't take a genius to see their was a shitload ton of thing she would change if she could. But hey it was going to end soon. But she was still hanging barely by a thread. Yeah there was a shit ton of thing she didn't like in her messed up life. But it paled in comparaison of all the thing she wouldn't change. Meeting Akane, sparring with Ryoga, having a place she could call home, learning new techniques, bonding again with Ucchan. Going to school... No not for studying, just hanging out with friends that didn't come from the crazy martial artist world. Seeing her mom again. Eating Kasumi's cooking. Yes her life was a mess. But a mess she didn't want to lose. Yes there were so many things she wanted to do. Become a grandmaster of the Musabetsu Kakoutou Ryu. Wake up in the tendo denjo. Do her morning spar with her father. See Akane. Punt the panda. Fight her rivals. Learn new techniques. Fight crazy martial artist/monster demons. Enjoy the beach.... God it was her messed up life she wanted! She wanted everything, every single part of it!
So she was fighting to get even one more second of it. And then there was pain. Pain was good. Pain was life. It was life's way of telling to man up, fight the tears and beat the living shit of anything that was on your road. So like a newborn she screamed in front of life of its new hardship. Ranma Saotome wasn't done yet. Far from it she screamed her pain away. Burning with a new fire. Also she screamed because pain was... really painful.
-GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Panting she started to rise. She could feel her bones mending themselves, her muscles reknitting themselves together, her skin renewing. And her ki pathwaysthey were rebuilding themselves but in the messy way they were after the ki tug o' war. She strengthened them by infusing a bit of ki inside. It was hell. A pain inside of you in a spot you can't reach. Ki was life. Ki sustained every part of the body. She couldn't mess there or she would suffer from critical organ failure. So she had to endure the pain fight through it. Fight with it at the same time her ki pathways were rebuilding themselves. It took an eternity. And the result was... meh. It was like anything she repaired, messy, uncertain, inesthetic. But it would do. Her ki pathways were larger. Meaning she could use and store more ki. However, her body wouldn't be able to sustain such an amount. Eventually she would have reached this point after years of trainining. But her body would be accustomed to it. Well seeing that she was more nearing ki depletion actually. She would treat it like everything that was fucked up in her life. Forget about it until it would bite her in the ass.
Ablond lady was using magic on her. She was wearing a well she didn't know cause her clothes were, ruined in shamble and did a poor job at hiding her cleavage. No she wasn't jealous! Her hair was breaded in two pigtails. Also she had leggings. She then took care of the guy Ranma rescued and introduced herself. Her japanese was... weird not the accent but it was... as if she was not supposed to understand.
Ranma bowed
-Hi Tsunade. I am Ranma Saotome, sorry about this. And thanks for the magic healing thingy.
The lights went on once again. Oh yeah they kinda were in a military base. She felt as weak as the time the moxibustion point of ultimate weakness was used on her. Well no wonder she was on minimal ki. So when the water came rushing at them, she just looked at the sky muttering.
-Why do you hate me so?
The ice water finished waking her up. It was icy cold and was throwing her ragdolling hutling wall, things and people. Everything was spinning around and once again pain was her guide to waking world. She felt nauseous.
She started swimming the current being less strong ray of light were piercing the water. The sight wasn't pleasant to see among the scattered debris body parts and whole carcasse were floating. If she wasn't nauseous enough. However she had nothing in her stomach. So there was that. Paddling with her legs for dead life. She saw someone flailing about a little higher and there, there was a wooden plank. She forced harder and caught the guy before gripping the plank. Hauling him on it. Well the plank was just what was left of a table. How ironic... she was in a cafeteria and there was no food.
-Ya okay there?
She was panting trying to catch her breath. Damn she hated feeling so weak.
Ranma:
Who said that life was a like a pleasant but fleeting dream. Well they never knew about her freaking life. Life that was about to end. So what was there to regret. Well for starter... everything. Why couldn't she grow up like any other normal kid, sure the training she didn't regret it, but theere would certainly be things she would take out of it. Like the pit. This she could definitely live without. Oh yeah and being sold repeteadly for food. Yeah it didn't take a genius to see their was a shitload ton of thing she would change if she could. But hey it was going to end soon. But she was still hanging barely by a thread. Yeah there was a shit ton of thing she didn't like in her messed up life. But it paled in comparaison of all the thing she wouldn't change. Meeting Akane, sparring with Ryoga, having a place she could call home, learning new techniques, bonding again with Ucchan. Going to school... No not for studying, just hanging out with friends that didn't come from the crazy martial artist world. Seeing her mom again. Eating Kasumi's cooking. Yes her life was a mess. But a mess she didn't want to lose. Yes there were so many things she wanted to do. Become a grandmaster of the Musabetsu Kakoutou Ryu. Wake up in the tendo denjo. Do her morning spar with her father. See Akane. Punt the panda. Fight her rivals. Learn new techniques. Fight crazy martial artist/monster demons. Enjoy the beach.... God it was her messed up life she wanted! She wanted everything, every single part of it!
So she was fighting to get even one more second of it. And then there was pain. Pain was good. Pain was life. It was life's way of telling to man up, fight the tears and beat the living shit of anything that was on your road. So like a newborn she screamed in front of life of its new hardship. Ranma Saotome wasn't done yet. Far from it she screamed her pain away. Burning with a new fire. Also she screamed because pain was... really painful.
-GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Panting she started to rise. She could feel her bones mending themselves, her muscles reknitting themselves together, her skin renewing. And her ki pathwaysthey were rebuilding themselves but in the messy way they were after the ki tug o' war. She strengthened them by infusing a bit of ki inside. It was hell. A pain inside of you in a spot you can't reach. Ki was life. Ki sustained every part of the body. She couldn't mess there or she would suffer from critical organ failure. So she had to endure the pain fight through it. Fight with it at the same time her ki pathways were rebuilding themselves. It took an eternity. And the result was... meh. It was like anything she repaired, messy, uncertain, inesthetic. But it would do. Her ki pathways were larger. Meaning she could use and store more ki. However, her body wouldn't be able to sustain such an amount. Eventually she would have reached this point after years of trainining. But her body would be accustomed to it. Well seeing that she was more nearing ki depletion actually. She would treat it like everything that was fucked up in her life. Forget about it until it would bite her in the ass.
Ablond lady was using magic on her. She was wearing a well she didn't know cause her clothes were, ruined in shamble and did a poor job at hiding her cleavage. No she wasn't jealous! Her hair was breaded in two pigtails. Also she had leggings. She then took care of the guy Ranma rescued and introduced herself. Her japanese was... weird not the accent but it was... as if she was not supposed to understand.
Ranma bowed
-Hi Tsunade. I am Ranma Saotome, sorry about this. And thanks for the magic healing thingy.
The lights went on once again. Oh yeah they kinda were in a military base. She felt as weak as the time the moxibustion point of ultimate weakness was used on her. Well no wonder she was on minimal ki. So when the water came rushing at them, she just looked at the sky muttering.
-Why do you hate me so?
The ice water finished waking her up. It was icy cold and was throwing her ragdolling hutling wall, things and people. Everything was spinning around and once again pain was her guide to waking world. She felt nauseous.
She started swimming the current being less strong ray of light were piercing the water. The sight wasn't pleasant to see among the scattered debris body parts and whole carcasse were floating. If she wasn't nauseous enough. However she had nothing in her stomach. So there was that. Paddling with her legs for dead life. She saw someone flailing about a little higher and there, there was a wooden plank. She forced harder and caught the guy before gripping the plank. Hauling him on it. Well the plank was just what was left of a table. How ironic... she was in a cafeteria and there was no food.
-Ya okay there?
She was panting trying to catch her breath. Damn she hated feeling so weak.
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