Translation
Simon
would only need cold water to be completely different.
"Lanma! No otomachi kani mitai no!"
A girl's voice tore him from his thoughts. She came a little blown away and quietly over the high plateau. It was a high-pitched voice, childlike and yet mature, that pronounced Japanese in a singing, melodic sound. He KNOWed that voice. He got up quickly and walked in the direction from which the voice had come.
"Ono matai ne narenai no oka, Zampo!"
A man's voice - or the voice of an almost grown-up boy. He knew these too.
"Aijaa! Woda Airen!"
"Aargh! Zampo! No dari se ta nota!"
Simon ran now. He was sure what that meant. A warm glow came out from behind a bush and the voices he knew so well, which he had heard hundreds of times from the speakers of the television or his PC, sounded exactly like that. He stopped and walked the last few steps up to the bush on tiptoe.Then he peered over carefully.
A small campfire burned on a patch of grass there. Four figures sat around it.
"Zampo! No ta sanogamito Muus nori sai no!"
The boy with long black hair had spoken. His voice sounded tearful and his gaze was fixed on the two figures sitting across from him. It was the boy with the black braid and the blue-haired girl. Ranma - for who could it be otherwise - was the only one by the fire who wore clothes. Shampoo and mousse, as well as Genma, who was dozing leaning against a tree trunk, were naked. And when his gaze fell on Genma, he also noticed the old, arched figure of Collogne, who was leaning on her staff behind him. People didn't seem bothered by their nudity. Shampoo had obviously just clung to her - as she would like - fiancé, who was trying to fend off her.
Simon watched the scene spellbound. In front of him by the fire sat five manga characters - made of flesh and blood.He could see every detail. The strong muscles on Mousse's shoulders and chest, the shimmering silver glasses from Genma, shampoos on delicate skin, yes even ... Tomas blushed. But it was precisely this naturalness and the fact that all these characters looked completely normal and not like manga characters but like young Asians, gave him the certainty that they were real.
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Simon spun around and looked at an annoyed face. Two dark eyes glared at him from beneath the black pony, which was held back by a yellow and black hair band.
"Oh ... hello Ryoga," stammered Simon. He wasn't sure what to do. There was no doubt about it. Everything was real, so this was really ryoga, too. And then he probably had his temperament too and wouldn't take it very well that Simon was standing here. What ... what were they all doing here anyway? Simon's head spun. Ryoga's lower jaw ground aggressively."Aijaa ... nota oto sina ... Honored Guest, what are you doing here?"
The voice of the Jusenkyo leader, who suddenly appeared behind the young martial artist, apparently brought him to his senses. He let go. Only now did Simon notice that Ryoga was dressed and that he was carrying a package of clothes under his other arm. And behind the jusenkyo guide appeared a girl with a black bob haircut, dressed in long dungarees and a yellow T-shirt. Akane.
"Dear guest, what are you doing here?"
The jusenkyo guide had pushed past Ryoga. He looked at him suspiciously, although there was still a trace of friendliness in his gaze.
"You ... you speak German?" Was all Simon could manage.
"All languages!" Said the Chinese harshly! "So - what you are doing here in the middle of the night. You have seen very secret gathering - you will justify yourself!"
And he took his arm and led him into the circle of the fire. Ryoga and Akane followed them and Simon now looked into five pairs of half astonished, half angry eyes that stared at him.He cleared his throat.
"Um ... Nihao ...!", He said with a weak grin and raised his right hand.
++++ TO BE CONTINUED ++++
Dream dancer:
* saves the text and on Ranma. de uploads *
Simon:
*speechless*
What? You ... you don't write any more?
Dream dancer:
* shrugging *
Nope ... not today ...
Simon:
Yes but ... but ... but ... I ... I ... I ...
Dream dancer:
* shuts down the computer *
Get down to business ...
Simon:
* pack the dream dancer on the collar *
I'm up to my neck in the shit and stand there stupid ...
You can't just stop writing now ...
Dream dancer:
* slip out of the t-shirt and quickly run to the door *
* Say quickly in the door lock *
You are the main character in my story. You will often stand up to your neck in the shit ...
Get used to it ...
* close the door quickly so that the thrown shoe ricochets off it *
* go down the stairs and address your readers *
My dear,I don't know how many read my story and whether you like it. But I would like to know. Just write me a short
tell me what you like and what I should improve. Not only does it motivate me to continue writing quickly, it doesn't just improve
the next chapters, no, I also really enjoy reading your clerks. So ... why are you treating me to this
little joy not easy ... then I also have something to read ...
See you soon
Your dream dancer
"Lanma! No otomachi kani mitai no!"
A girl's voice tore him from his thoughts. She came a little blown away and quietly over the high plateau. It was a high-pitched voice, childlike and yet mature, that pronounced Japanese in a singing, melodic sound. He KNOWed that voice. He got up quickly and walked in the direction from which the voice had come.
"Ono matai ne narenai no oka, Zampo!"
A man's voice - or the voice of an almost grown-up boy. He knew these too.
"Aijaa! Woda Airen!"
"Aargh! Zampo! No dari se ta nota!"
Simon ran now. He was sure what that meant. A warm glow came out from behind a bush and the voices he knew so well, which he had heard hundreds of times from the speakers of the television or his PC, sounded exactly like that. He stopped and walked the last few steps up to the bush on tiptoe.Then he peered over carefully.
A small campfire burned on a patch of grass there. Four figures sat around it.
"Zampo! No ta sanogamito Muus nori sai no!"
The boy with long black hair had spoken. His voice sounded tearful and his gaze was fixed on the two figures sitting across from him. It was the boy with the black braid and the blue-haired girl. Ranma - for who could it be otherwise - was the only one by the fire who wore clothes. Shampoo and mousse, as well as Genma, who was dozing leaning against a tree trunk, were naked. And when his gaze fell on Genma, he also noticed the old, arched figure of Collogne, who was leaning on her staff behind him. People didn't seem bothered by their nudity. Shampoo had obviously just clung to her - as she would like - fiancé, who was trying to fend off her.
Simon watched the scene spellbound. In front of him by the fire sat five manga characters - made of flesh and blood.He could see every detail. The strong muscles on Mousse's shoulders and chest, the shimmering silver glasses from Genma, shampoos on delicate skin, yes even ... Tomas blushed. But it was precisely this naturalness and the fact that all these characters looked completely normal and not like manga characters but like young Asians, gave him the certainty that they were real.
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Simon spun around and looked at an annoyed face. Two dark eyes glared at him from beneath the black pony, which was held back by a yellow and black hair band.
"Oh ... hello Ryoga," stammered Simon. He wasn't sure what to do. There was no doubt about it. Everything was real, so this was really ryoga, too. And then he probably had his temperament too and wouldn't take it very well that Simon was standing here. What ... what were they all doing here anyway? Simon's head spun. Ryoga's lower jaw ground aggressively."Aijaa ... nota oto sina ... Honored Guest, what are you doing here?"
The voice of the Jusenkyo leader, who suddenly appeared behind the young martial artist, apparently brought him to his senses. He let go. Only now did Simon notice that Ryoga was dressed and that he was carrying a package of clothes under his other arm. And behind the jusenkyo guide appeared a girl with a black bob haircut, dressed in long dungarees and a yellow T-shirt. Akane.
"Dear guest, what are you doing here?"
The jusenkyo guide had pushed past Ryoga. He looked at him suspiciously, although there was still a trace of friendliness in his gaze.
"You ... you speak German?" Was all Simon could manage.
"All languages!" Said the Chinese harshly! "So - what you are doing here in the middle of the night. You have seen very secret gathering - you will justify yourself!"
And he took his arm and led him into the circle of the fire. Ryoga and Akane followed them and Simon now looked into five pairs of half astonished, half angry eyes that stared at him.He cleared his throat.
"Um ... Nihao ...!", He said with a weak grin and raised his right hand.
++++ TO BE CONTINUED ++++
Dream dancer:
* saves the text and on Ranma. de uploads *
Simon:
*speechless*
What? You ... you don't write any more?
Dream dancer:
* shrugging *
Nope ... not today ...
Simon:
Yes but ... but ... but ... I ... I ... I ...
Dream dancer:
* shuts down the computer *
Get down to business ...
Simon:
* pack the dream dancer on the collar *
I'm up to my neck in the shit and stand there stupid ...
You can't just stop writing now ...
Dream dancer:
* slip out of the t-shirt and quickly run to the door *
* Say quickly in the door lock *
You are the main character in my story. You will often stand up to your neck in the shit ...
Get used to it ...
* close the door quickly so that the thrown shoe ricochets off it *
* go down the stairs and address your readers *
My dear,I don't know how many read my story and whether you like it. But I would like to know. Just write me a short
tell me what you like and what I should improve. Not only does it motivate me to continue writing quickly, it doesn't just improve
the next chapters, no, I also really enjoy reading your clerks. So ... why are you treating me to this
little joy not easy ... then I also have something to read ...
See you soon
Your dream dancer