Tourney Arc

[Anonymous]

"I can take care of that." Olguin said with a smile.

One hour later....

"Alright Mister Store Owner, I'd like everything on this list." Olguin stated, holding out an incredibly long list to a shocked middle aged man.

"What?" He blinked, taking out the silver coin he had in his possession, he added. "I can pay."

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, the store owner passed out.

"Oh bother..."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Olg helped with this. ^_^

Miyuki stood in the little store, eyeing the children's clothes dubiously.

"What's wrong Michan?" Olguin worriedly asked, giving one last look to the fallen store owner before turning all his attention to Miyuki.

"This...is embarassing..." She mumbled.

"I know, but we can't have you wearing THAT all the time." He whispered back.
The THAT in question was Miyuki's old tunic, which had undergone a series of tears and mends. It was now sleeveless, and spotted a 'stylish' belt made out of duck tape. Even with the tape holding it up, the make shift 'dress' was still a horror to withhold.

"Do you WANT to go around like that?" He rhetorically asked. Miyuki lifted up her arm, looking folornly at the ugly little kimono they'd made with her battle tunic. She sighed sadly.

"No, I know, you're right. What should I get?"

"Dunno...it should be something that you're comfortable in, though."

Miyuki nodded solemnly and walked to peer at the odd selection of clothing.

*************
One intervention of a helpful salesgirl later, Miyuki was returned to Olguin, wearing a shimmering blue chinese pants and shoes in children's style, and a cheongsam styled shirt of the same color with a silvery hightlights in the threads.

To top it off, The sales girl had retrieved a small silk jacket with a silver phoenix embroidered on the back.

The sales girl beamed down at the discomfited Miyuki. Miyuki, for her part, hung her head as they walked back toward Olguin, her cheeks hot, and her eyes seemingly ready to fill with tears at any moment...

[Anonymous]

OOC: Bean helped. ^^0

Olguin kneeled down in front of Miyuki and stared straight into her eyes.

"Remember what I told you, Michan."

Miyuki didn't even bother to speak, she simply nodded sadly.

"I can't even begin to understand what it's like for you, but you have to keep believing we'll fix this."

Miyuki looked up and gave him a feeble smile. "Hai, I know..."

"C'mon, don't be that way." Olguin wagged a finger at her.

"I can't help it!" She blurted suddenly, looking at Olguin intensely "What if we can't fix it?" Tears began to trickle down her cheeks again, her frustration evident.

"Then I'll still stay with you." He calmly replied, "I would never leave you, and you know that." His voice gained a sharp edge at the end.

Miyuki nodded, a protest on her lips...but she blushed hotly and closed her mouth before she said anything more. "I know...and thank you...I was worried I would be all alone when this first happened...."

"I left you behind once, and I don't want to repeat that experience." Olguin uncomfortably shrugged, "Now...time for us to finish buying all our gear." Faintly smiling, he added. "Probably get you a sword now."

Miyuki grimaced, temporarily out of he funk. "An ordinary sword might be the same thing as me old one...

"Hmm...well...all in due course." With that, he lead Miyuki deeper into the store.

Another hour later....

Olguin cheerfully walked down the streets, holding Miyuki's hand as he lead the way back to the Arena.

His new outfit consisted of a gray sleeveless shirt with a black vest over it, and black pants.

Time for a change, after all.

The Arena loomed before them...

[Dracos]

Various red banners hung from the outer arena walls proclaiming the semifinals that would be held today.

The crowd was remarkably cheerful as various vendors worked the stands, swiftly selling their products.

In the middle of the Arena a beautiful cherry oak tree grove stood.  Somehow it had been grown overnight to provide the first battle arena of the day.

Fearless Leader
Find your seats and I'll begin the game

[Anonymous]

Picking Miyuki up, Olguin made his way into the Arena proper.

"Aww...isn't that just the cutest picture." One woman told her friend.

"Indeed, isn't it sweet that he's taking care of his daughter?" The second said, "Albeit, I could think of better places to take one's child to."

"Well...maybe he's a martial artist, I hear they're slightly 'off'." The first woman responded, waving her hand slightly at the last word.

Olguin nobly ignored the two witches as he took his seat, placing Miyuki on the seat immediately to the right of his.

[Bean Bandit]

Miyuki's eyebrow was twitching rapidly, and an faint amythest battle aura surrounded the little girl.

On the plus side, the depression that had been nearly all consuming for the entire morning was momentarily displaced.

On the other hand, Miyuki was nearly irate with frustrated embarrassment...

[Dracos]

"WEEEEEEEEELCOME TO THE GSC WORLD TOURNAMENT SEMIFINALS!"
"Today only the creme de le creme of the battlers remain.  Expert fighters who've demonstrated speed, strength, endurance,  skill and sometimes just the desire to win beyond all doubt."
"The rise on  the broken and battered bodies of those who came before, their merit proved by the fallen spirits of  their opponents."
"So Bob, who are our first battlers of the day."
"Well Dave, The master of his style and a brutal fighter throughout the competition, Kenryu will be stepping forth, continuing in his attempt to follow in his father's footsteps."
"And his opponent Bob?"
"His opponent is from Japan and a master of both armed and unarmed combat.  Genryu represents the relatively secretive school of the Anything Goes Martial Arts.  It will be a close fight between these titans."
"They're coming out onto the field now folks, get ready for quite a show."

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin winced as he spotted the battle aura. Once again, he cursed himself.

'Miyuki is a cute girl, but a violent little maniac.' He thought, a bemused expression crossing his face as he remembered how prone she was to getting annoyed back when they were children.

"Michan...please don't hurt those women." He quietly pleaded.

[Dracos]

Kenryu stepped out unto the grass field from the south gate.  His red gi was immaculantly cleaned.  His face clean shoven and his black hair sharply cut.

Walking to the middle of the field he awaited his opponent.

"Go lil' kenryu! BEAT HIM DOWN!"  an annoying female voice cried from the stands.  Turning he sweatdropped....auntie Sakura had actually made it.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Coming in from the north gate, Genryu walked towards his latest opponent.

His immaculate white silk shirt shone from underneath within the confines of his dark blue vest, his dark blue silk pants softly scrapped across the ankle high grass.

Blue gray eyes locked on black as the heir to Ranma and Akane's legacy made his way to the middle of the arena, his intense gaze even spotting the faintest hint of brown in Kenryu's eyes.

Reaching out with his senses, he faintly smiled as he picked up his brother's aura in the stands.

Well, he certainly was going to disappoint his family.

Bowing to his opponent, he took up a basic Anything Goes stance.

Any moment now...

[Dracos]

OOC: WAAAAAAAH

IC:

Kenryu bowed and entered his stance, the beginnings of the flaming dragon...

"Battler's ready?  BEGIN!"

His feet lashed out, the base of his mother's school.... lightning swift as he attempted to take the lead.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

OOC: Kenryu vs Genryu! Fight! *puts on Liberi Fatali*

Suddenly ducking below the kick, Genryu cried out.

"AMAGURIKEN!"

Fists blurring, the Anything Goes heir unless a barrage of punches at Kenryu.

[Dracos]

Fists blurred against kenryu's feet... the fastest move of two superlative martial arts school's meeting in a eddy of violence...both martial artists being pulled in....fist to foot..blow after blow countered as they blurred to their utmost speeds.  Neither gaining the upper hand..

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Sweat broke out on Genryu's brow as he kept up the insane speeds of the Amaguriken for a insane amount of time.

He had to end this stalemate...

Gritting his teeth, he poured even more energy into his attack, his arms screaming in agony as he pressed the attack.

Smiling slightly, Genryu heard the telltale sign of the air between them being forced apart by their attacks.

Almost...

NOW!

Suddenly hearing the whooshing sound of air being sucked in, Genryu felt himself thrown back by a sonic boom.

[Dracos]

OOC: Fight Fight FIGHT!


IC:

The wind roared in as both fighters were pushed back...

Kenryu flipped in the wind, a hand down as he summersaulted away, cherry blossoms following the vacuum of his path.  Landing firmly he began rotating his hands in the pattern of his father's most famous technique, blue light following the lightning fast motions.

Fearless Leader