Chapter #8At least one amazon lives up to the name by: Chaos Magnet   It had been a week since Ranma and his father had acquired their curses, and the young man was determined to make his father feel every bit of his displeasure since. There had been more than a few times when his fist had gone a little south of the belt when he found an opening, and Genma had spent a fair amount of time on his knees and clutching his jewels because of that. Still, they managed to continue on their trip thanks to the help of the guide they had picked up in Jusenkyo, and were now on their way to the next point of interest on their journey. The father and son were in their uncursed bodies when they drew near the destination, both glad that it had proven to be a dry day so far with no rain or random puddles.
"We are coming up on the village of the Juketsuzoku, a tribe of warrior women who have dedicated themselves to combat and crafting the greatest fighters. Sirs should take great care when in village." The Jusenkyo guide looked at his customers with a stern and serious expression.
"I'm sure we'll be fine," Genma grunted with heedlessly to the man.
"Yeah, we can deal with whatever happens with them," Ranma stated confidently.
"Sirs not understand seriousness of situation. Joketsuzoku have big pride and do not take insults likely. They not like any women you see before, and are quick to anger. You would not be first outsiders that suffer horrible fate for earning their wrath!"
Even after the guide's explicit warnings, father and son didn't seem to fully appreciate just fine a line they would have to walk. Against his better instincts, he led the pair into the village proper and towards the gathered throng of people at the center of the settlement.
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The log shook from the impact of her opponent's strike, sending splintered chunks of wood and bark flying through the air. Shampoo nimbly dodged back from the attack and allowed her armor of muscles to tank the wooden projectiles with no damage. She gave the smaller amazon a cocky smile before shooting a fist out to land a blow in the woman's solar plexus, driving the air from her lungs.
"You have come a long way since last year, but it won't be enough to beat me," Shampoo declared and followed up with a knee kick that sent the smaller girl sliding back to the other end of the suspended trunk. She was the epitome of her people's years of selective breeding, training, and experimentation in the martial arts. There wasn't a woman in the village who could hold a candle to her in either physique or technique.
Her winded foe managed to unleash one final attack, going for an all or nothing leaping kick in an attempt to surpise Shampoo and through her off balance. The tactic proved to be flawed, and the heir of Cologne's family ducked beneath the onslaught. As her opponent passed overhead, Shampoo rapidly rose up and took hold of her with her powerful hands. She lifted the hapless woman above her in an all too easy gorilla press, pausing for a brief moment to show off to the crowd before sending the combatant flying off the log and out of bounds.
"Shampoo is the winner!" the judge of the tournament declared loudly, raising the bulky arm of the champion to the cheers and applause of the watching crowd. Shampoo swelled with pride, happy to prove that she was indeed the best the village had to offer. Now she could claim her prize with pride, as she was able to honor her great-grandmother's teachings and training in front of everyone. She hopped off the log as gracefully as a feather in a breeze and turned to see her prize.
The feast which was meant to be hers to partition out as she saw fit had been decimated, with nearly half the dishes already picked over and eaten. Sitting at the banquet table was a pair of men who were occupied with shoveling obscene mouthfuls of food into their faces.
"What do you think you're doing with my prize?!" she angrily demanded as she stomped up to them, each of her footfalls leaving a conspicuous crater in the earth.
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Ranma and his father paid little attention to the gathered men and women as they entered the village. The only thing they noted of them was that some of them seemed to actively participate in bodybuilding, but their stomachs prevented them from seeing much else. They had woken up that morning at dawn to a lean breakfast of some bacon scraps and a small bowl of rice apiece. It had been their only meal so far that day, and had been walking nearly nonstop for seven hours. The little bit of time they didn't spend hiking they had engaged in a spar that lasted for a half hour. They felt starved at this point, and when the beguiling smell of a fresh cooked meal wafted into their noses they were inevitably drawn towards the spread.
If the guide hadn't been distracted by the final fight of the tournament he might have been able to stop the disaster that would unfold. After the deciding move of the match, he turned to address his customers on how amazing the fighters had been and saw that they had done something horrific.
"What are sirs doing?! That is prize feast for champion of tournament!" he screamed as he tried to get to them and maybe slip away before shit hit the fan, but it was too late.
The champion swiftly made her way to the table and immediately got their attention by lifting the whole table into the air with a single arm while demanding to know what they were doing.
Ranma stared up at the figure that had taken their food from them, and his jaw fell open. The sight of the absolute powerhouse of a woman that now held the table far over her head had stunned him into silence. Her legs were each thicker than an oak tree, with a muscle definition that could not be achieved through normal means. Well cut abs led his eyes along like a cobblestone street to striated pectorals, each with a large breast that sat atop the muscle. Then there were her arms, each of which seemed almost as big around as his father's stomach. It all made for a terrifying visage when combined with the furious anger that burned in her eyes.
"Sirs make huge, HUGE mistake!" the guide exclaimed in his broken Japanese, frantically shaking the father and son by the shoulders. "This grand prize for annual fighting tournament, and you ate it in front of champion! This VERY bad!"
His pops dropped the tray of food that he had managed to hang onto, finally noticing their predicament. The crowd had drawn into a tight circle around them, and the musclebound purplehaired young lady was angrily ranting at the two of them in Chinese. Neither of them could understand what was being said, so looked to their guide for answers.
"She say 'You two eat my prize! How dare you disrespect village champion like this!' You two insult her by eating prize!"
The father and son exchanged a look and the same thought ran through their mind. If this feast belonged to the strongest fighter in the village, then they would just need to bet them in a fight to claim it as theirs.
"Tell her I'll fight her for the buffet. If I win, there shouldn't be a problem, right?" Ranma said as he rose up to his feet. He had confidence in his chances of winning. Those muscles had to slow her down and make it hard to move, so he could just dodge around until she wore out.
"Please rethink this! Joketsuzoku have laws that very strict. If you lose, they make you slave until debt is repaid. This feast greatest prize village gives, so it will take long time to..."
"I just have to win, then. No problem. Tell her I challenge her for it!"
The guide did as asked with great reluctance, and the muscular girl nodded her acceptance. She beckoned them to follow her, leading the three to a ring that had been marked in the ground. It was about twice as large as a sumo ring, and the guide would be the one to explain the rules.
"Rules of fight is it goes until one is made unable to continue. First person to be unable to get up or get knocked out is loser."
They were simple rules, and ones he had fought under before, so Ranma's confidence didn't falter in the slightest. He just had to stick to the plan. His opponent took her place at the marked starting point and he joined her at his. A much smaller amazon stood between them and, after checking to see that both were ready, raised her hand to start the fight.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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