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Special thanks to ghostgoku - thanks for writing ^^

Disclaimer:

Ranma1 / 2 as story + associated characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I have no financial benefit here.

I own ... * in the bag * ... a headband, my cell phone and about 2 & # 8364; so please don't panic

Legend:

"Spoken"

* Thought *

+ Noises +

b e t o n t e w o r t e r

(my explanatory comments, mostly superfluous, you can read them over ...)

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The figure in the white and gray gi stepped around the corner.Shabby looking shops lined up. Street vendors forced passers-by to keep them busy, while street boys stole purses and purses from their pockets.

A society of its own with its own laws had formed here. The people here couldn't survive with anything; even stole from their own friends to survive.

The law of the street prevailed here; the law of the stronger.

A trader stood in his way. In quick Japanese he was talking to the unsuspecting stranger. A 10-year-old boy sneaked up on him from behind.

"I am sure that I can help you ..." The salesman kept talking to the figure. He just looked at him with an unmoved face, without appearing dismissive, but the salesperson was used to the fact that the customers were at times a bit peculiar - unusual for "normal" people, was the rule here.The little boy was about to reach for this man's bag when he grabbed his hand without turning around and said only two words in a threatening voice:

"Leave it."

It seemed to grow before the street child's eyes. His voice was ominously calm. Slowly he turned to the street boy and looked him in the eye. His glasses sparkled. The sun was reflected in the panes of the glasses so that the eyes could not be seen.

Horrified, the boy took a few steps away from this creepy man. He stumbled and almost fell, but caught himself at the last moment. With hasty steps he turned around and ran away.

“Yes, you can do something for me.” The man in the Gi alias Genma Saotome turned around and paid the seller his full attention again. He had experience with people in the slums. For months he had trained with Ranma in one to sharpen the senses of his only son to perfection and knew how to deal with the poor of Japan."I'm looking for a certain fabric. The best of its kind comes from Egypt. It is made from linen with papyrus strips, crocodile teeth and heron feathers woven into it. Then it is cooked in the stomach of a highland cattle and colored with the ink of an octopus . But it is also available made of silk instead of linen. It has special properties that you do not need to know. Do you know someone who leads something like this? "

The seller was impressed. He hadn't had someone like that in a long time. He had discovered his thief and didn’t make a fuss like all the bastards who always played the heroes under the arms and distributed sweets to the snotty spoons of his neighborhood, but carried their bodyguard everywhere with them ... this man was someone with life experience.

“You're looking for a substance that hides auras, aren't you?” Genma raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked at the person opposite briefly in astonishment.However, there were all kinds of strange birds here, some of which knew state secrets! Here you just had to see how you got through without perishing.

"Yes. I need it badly. Get me a reasonable price."

The seller gave Genma another quick look.

"I don't have one here, but I'll find one."

Then he turned a little and whistled between his teeth. A boy, around 5 years old, came to him. Without taking his eyes off the material artist, he said to the boy: "Get Iida, we'll meet in the corner." With that he turned back to Genma with a sly grin. "We have a customer."

~ ~ ~ ~

"Kasumi, you don’t tie the gi belt on your back like an apron! Look, you have to tie it around like this ... and then like that." Soun was eagerly there, his two older daughters To show the basics of martial arts.Nabiki was very clever, but Kasumi had to struggle with some difficulties.

First he did the two warm-up exercises, then he let them do strength training.

"Dad, ..."

Nabiki was somewhat out of breath. * How the hell does Akane keep this up for hours ?! *

"... why do we actually have to do strength training when we just have to learn to control our auras?" "I ask myself that too, father. I'm already quite exhausted ..." Now Kasumi joined the conversation . After it was explained to her that you had to hold a dumbbell completely differently than a wooden spoon, she quickly got used to it ... only the weight on it was exhausting!

"Well my dear ones. We have to meditate if we want to hide our auras. Meditation is easiest for beginners when you are exhausted. Then you can calm down faster than if you are in top shape and do not get restless as quickly, but above all impatient."After several more dumbbell exercises, around half an hour later, they were quite exhausted and, according to Soun, were ready to try meditation.

(Note from the author: I know it is quite unlikely that after half an hour you will be meditating and everyone can do that, but who in the "real world" can hop on a roof with one jump?)

"Sit down and first try to hear all the noises."

Again it was Nabiki who broke the nonexistent silence. "But dad, whenever Akane meditates, she says that she has to clear her head from thoughts!" "Yes, you have to, but try not to think about anything now."

Nabiki closed her eyes and concentrated. Again and again some thought shot through her head.

After about 5 minutes, Soun began to speak again: "Well, don't think about kangaroos now."

(Try deliberately thinking about no kangaroos and nothing for five minutes.I've tried it, doesn't work.)

Again she closed her eyes. Her older sister watched with interest as she kept shaking her head as if she wanted to scare away an annoying fly. Finally she sighed in resignation.

“It doesn't work.” Her father had to smile. His daughter had obviously imagined it to be easier when she usually had everything under control.

"You see, something like that has to be learned too. If you ever want to get close to Akane again, you have to learn to clear your head. Be it jumping kangaroos or the whistling of a tea kettle. The art, his Hiding aura is to have as few thoughts as possible. I'll try to explain it to you:

Consciously or unconsciously, we think of something else every few seconds. At all if we don't want to.

Our subconscious thinks continuously. It thinks when you will be hungry again, whether you have anything to do, such as whether you have already done your homework and a lot more.The necessary and important information is passed on into our consciousness, so that we think it "consciously" and remember some things that we still have to do. So it can happen that while listening to the radio it suddenly occurs to us that we still wanted to take a bath. In a sense, the subconscious reminded us of this.

But the subconscious doesn't just think about that. The subconscious is aware of everything around you. Any unnecessary movement could ultimately pose a danger, and any sound could betray an enemy.

In the past, when humans were still hunters and gatherers, they had to be constantly on the lookout for predators. Today the risk of being attacked by a lion is much lower, but our subconscious has retained these abilities.

So now it mixes all thoughts and all perceptions together, so to speak, and this is how the momentary perceptual image arises.We must learn to know this "mixing together" of thoughts apart. We have to learn to control our train of thought. In this way we will automatically learn to separate the important from the unimportant thoughts. You will not be able to hide your aura in a busy place like the street, there are still too many impressions for you, but in our living room, where it is relatively quiet, you will soon be able to ignore the aircraft noises and the like. But if danger threatens, you will be able to perceive this immediately.

At the moment you just have to learn to feel your aura and to be able to hide it in our house. When you understand the rationale, you will be able to practice on your own. However, I will teach you the basic principle until you have mastered it perfectly. "

After this impressive explanation, the two sisters understood to some extent why martial artists didn't like being disturbed.They eagerly began to practice. First they had to concentrate on all the noises, then they "picked up" the noises and finally tried to filter out individual ones.

At the end of that afternoon, both had briefly had an unfamiliar feeling, as if they had excluded themselves from this environment for a moment. They felt as if they were above everything and only heard the words of Soun. They had both managed to gain full concentration for seconds. This did not escape Soun either and he informed them about it. Inspired by the sense of achievement, they had the boost they needed to carry on.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Yes, I would, if it is somehow possible, fly today." The stewardess at the counter was a little surprised at this man who wanted to go to China as quickly as possible without luggage and only with a small backpack.

A few keystrokes later, which she had entered on her computer, she was able to provide information.She adjusted her stewardess hood, after all, the man in front of her was a customer and gave him the information he wanted.

"There would be a flight in about half an hour that ..." "I'll take this plane, please give me the ticket."

He must be in a real hurry.