I will note that 'weapons appearing from nowhere' appears precisely nowhere in Naruto that I'm familiar with; it's entirely a Ranmaverse thing. So it becomes a 'family technique' of certain clans (I have zero plans to involve the Chinese Amazons, as they are primarily in Ranma for slapstick potential, which is not going to be a major part of this story.)
(Team Eleven, Chapter One, Segment Two)
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"You've ... been here... watching us... the WHOLE TIME? You stood by and watched Uzumaki GROPE me? YOU PERVERT!" Exactly where she got the giant mallet from, Utena had no clue, it was apparently a Tendo clan special ninjutsu... and it either took Weinu-sensei completely by surprise, or had an element that rooted him to the spot while she brought it down on his head. "OZUCHI NO JUTSU!"
... Or maybe it didn't take him by surprise at all, thought Utena as she watched the result, Not that we should have expected it to. He is a jounin, after all. She stood still as Akane's target vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced by the desk chair Weinu-sensei had been sitting in. Kawarimi, of course. So, what now?
'Now what' turned out to be a straightforward punch to Tendo's gut, doubling the girl over as her face turned purple and she gasped for breath. "Don't attack your sensei. Unless you're ordered to." The ever-impulsive Misao, already moving to protect her teammate, was stopped in mid-step by a glare from Weinu, and she stumbled back to land on one of the desks.
"All of you shut up. I know who you are. You know who I am. There's no point in wasting time with introductions, you've wasted enough already. Training ground fourteen, five AM."
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"Just what were you THINKING, Tendo, flipping out on him like that?" Utena growled, glaring at the girl over the grill of the hibachi restaurant's table. A few booths away, Sarutobi Asuma and the Ino-Shika-Cho trio were finishing up their own meal (or rather, Asuma, Ino, and Shikamaru were sitting and chatting while Chouji kept eating).
Akane spread a few slices of marinated chicken over the grill and glared right back while she waited for them to cook. "I wasn't thinking. I was pissed off at him for his little game and at myself for not noticing it earlier."
"So why the whole 'pervert' thing?" Misao asked, reaching in to steal a piece from the grill. "It's not like Uzumaki even laid a hand anywhere, y'know, ..." She waggled her hand in lieu of naming anything specific.
"That's not the point," Akane interjected, "And give that back." She lashed out with her chopsticks to snatch back the chicken, but Misao dodged nimbly and stuffed the meat into her mouth. "Pig."
Utena drummed her fingers on the table as she waited for her order of shrimp. "So you're saying you were just frustrated at the wait and your own failure, and you decided to take it out by attacking our teacher? The one guy who can decide whether or not we ever get to do more than D-class trash cleanup missions?"
Akane grumbled, reddened, and looked away, Utena's shrimp arrived, and Misao took the opportunity of the distraction to steal the rest of the chicken. "You're paying for that, you know," Akane grumbled as she turned back to see the last of it disappearing into the pigtailed kunoichi's chipmunk-cheeks. "Pig," she repeated, and laid her head on the table to rest for a bit. Then jumped back as a flare-up from Utena's shrimp almost set her hair on fire.
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(End chapter one, segment two.)--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
(Team Eleven, Chapter One, Segment Two)
* * * * * *
"You've ... been here... watching us... the WHOLE TIME? You stood by and watched Uzumaki GROPE me? YOU PERVERT!" Exactly where she got the giant mallet from, Utena had no clue, it was apparently a Tendo clan special ninjutsu... and it either took Weinu-sensei completely by surprise, or had an element that rooted him to the spot while she brought it down on his head. "OZUCHI NO JUTSU!"
... Or maybe it didn't take him by surprise at all, thought Utena as she watched the result, Not that we should have expected it to. He is a jounin, after all. She stood still as Akane's target vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced by the desk chair Weinu-sensei had been sitting in. Kawarimi, of course. So, what now?
'Now what' turned out to be a straightforward punch to Tendo's gut, doubling the girl over as her face turned purple and she gasped for breath. "Don't attack your sensei. Unless you're ordered to." The ever-impulsive Misao, already moving to protect her teammate, was stopped in mid-step by a glare from Weinu, and she stumbled back to land on one of the desks.
"All of you shut up. I know who you are. You know who I am. There's no point in wasting time with introductions, you've wasted enough already. Training ground fourteen, five AM."
* * * * * *
"Just what were you THINKING, Tendo, flipping out on him like that?" Utena growled, glaring at the girl over the grill of the hibachi restaurant's table. A few booths away, Sarutobi Asuma and the Ino-Shika-Cho trio were finishing up their own meal (or rather, Asuma, Ino, and Shikamaru were sitting and chatting while Chouji kept eating).
Akane spread a few slices of marinated chicken over the grill and glared right back while she waited for them to cook. "I wasn't thinking. I was pissed off at him for his little game and at myself for not noticing it earlier."
"So why the whole 'pervert' thing?" Misao asked, reaching in to steal a piece from the grill. "It's not like Uzumaki even laid a hand anywhere, y'know, ..." She waggled her hand in lieu of naming anything specific.
"That's not the point," Akane interjected, "And give that back." She lashed out with her chopsticks to snatch back the chicken, but Misao dodged nimbly and stuffed the meat into her mouth. "Pig."
Utena drummed her fingers on the table as she waited for her order of shrimp. "So you're saying you were just frustrated at the wait and your own failure, and you decided to take it out by attacking our teacher? The one guy who can decide whether or not we ever get to do more than D-class trash cleanup missions?"
Akane grumbled, reddened, and looked away, Utena's shrimp arrived, and Misao took the opportunity of the distraction to steal the rest of the chicken. "You're paying for that, you know," Akane grumbled as she turned back to see the last of it disappearing into the pigtailed kunoichi's chipmunk-cheeks. "Pig," she repeated, and laid her head on the table to rest for a bit. Then jumped back as a flare-up from Utena's shrimp almost set her hair on fire.
* * * * * *
(End chapter one, segment two.)--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.