Punishment 4. Insert Sensei Here

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Chapter Four

(I think)

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I don’t own this, so there.

Qai was out in the back yard to the Nekohaten doing his normal morning warm-up. This meaning he was splitting himself into as many forms as he could mentally handle and going all out on himself. (Think Piccolo’s training with himself in early DBZ) It was like playing a game of chess against a world master, and going against your worst enemy. Cologne was doing well at just staying atop her staff, let alone fathom how the warrior in front of her was managing to spilt himself into multiple selves and then fight coherently and viciously against himself. Bast on the other hand, was mildly impressed with him. He was not an avatar, but looked to be one of Fathers earlier creations. He inwardly smirked, and thought to himself about what they would do if he actually used his weapons, or if they found out the shear weight he walked around and casually even ran in.

Ranma roused himself out of his slumber, and the first thing he noticed was Shampoo lying next to him. He tensed, and almost made it to the ceiling before stopping himself. Gotta get used ta that. He slowly and carefully disengaged himself from the girl. He was almost free of her grasp when she started to shift. He instantly sucked in a breath and hoped that Shampoo did not wake. For once his luck was on the better side, and Shampoo merely smiled, and rolled over remaining asleep. Ranma sweat-dropped and knew that was a bad sign. Things never went right for him, unless something long, agonizing painful, and extremely difficult lie in store for him that day.

So it was with great trepidation that he showered and dressed himself while being as quiet as possible. When he got downstairs, he saw how Mousse was laid out in the dinning room, and Cologne looking at him annoyed. “Bast says she wishes to discuss some things with you.” Cologne as it seems was running the store, by herself, and morning deliveries were lacking due to Mousse’s comatose state and Shampoo’s exhaustion induced slumber.

Ranma made his way to the back, and found both Bast and Qai talking about something. Qai was on the lawn, and Bast was seated on a lush velvet and extremely comfy-looking pillow. They both stood and Bast said, “Ranma I want you to meet your new teacher, his name is Qai. He will be instructing you in various forms and giving you new ideas on how to improve your training.” With that she entered the Café and decided Cologne could use some help, and she was somewhat bored. Nobody noticed that the pillow seemed to vanish into thin air.

Qai was somewhat grumpy. He had just barely escaped that fight with his life. The other guy was worse off, but by his own hand, in a desperate move. That meant he was getting soft, and needed to up his training. In being grumpy he decided to push his new and first charge to the limit, and then further. After all, he did, so can this newbie. He took a few steps back into the center of the back yard, and opened his arms, “Here’s where I see what you have, don’t hold back, and you get a free shot, then the spar starts.”

Ranma was somewhat annoyed, here this guy was taunting and treating him like a child. He whom had killed a demi-god. Shrugging and resolved to teach Qai a lesson about messing with Soatome Ranma. He stepped up and attempted to deck him. Key word here is attempted. His fist came to a dead stop right on Qai’s chin, and it took a few seconds for the pain to settle in. Punching this guy made punching Ryouga feel punching a pillow. Pulling his hand back and about to mutter the words, ow. Qai decided it was his turned and the world for Ranma went dark as he flew into the wall and to the ground in a heap, still holding his right hand.

Qai shook his head and got out the smelling salts, this one was gonna need a lot of training to even stand up for more than thirty seconds against half of the Avatars and demons. The other half would just have killed him with a thought and that was on this backwater and low-power realm, but hey, that’s life. Seeing Ranma coming to, “Ok boy, here’s where the training begins. I need to go shopping to buy some things for you. School will start soon, so I have to stop by there and remove you from it. I will also tutor you in all of your subjects, only letting you sleep and eat when you pass out from hunger, or exhaustion. Understood?”

This was way different from his training with Genma as a child. They always slept every night. He was right, he should have just stayed in bed. This was going to hurt, a lot.

They were on their way to Furiken when they ran into Akane and Nabiki. Akane being Akane, decided that he was out all night doing perverted things with that Chinese Hussy! Right then Satan was having the first cold ever, because Hell had just frozen over. “RANMA!! WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?! OUT WITH THAT CHINESE HUSSY I BET!”

Never fails, open mouth insert Soatome foot, “How did you know?”

If Qai had not been there, Akane would have malletted him then and there, but since he was, her mallet seemed to not exist anymore past the handle. “Listen, you pick on my student later, right now I have to take him on a training trip. He is way too soft and green, not to mention weak.” We will most likely be back sometime in a year or so, if I am lucky.” If Ranma had not had his ass handed to him on a silver platter this morning, he would have considered that an insult. He still did, but was slightly more understanding.

 

 

A. N. Yes I know. But right now I am outta ideas and dead tired. So lemme know whacha think, and I’ll try read yer thoughts. Umm Inside Look will get another chapter soon I think. Later.