[He pulls a sword out of one of his men's sheaths.] This is getting tiresome. I have a duty to perform and this proceedings have ended the fun of it all.
[He's noticeably annoyed to see Ranma the way she is in the bathroom. He moves to grab onto her hair, dragging her out to the bedroom even as she yelps in pain.]
[He forcibly pushes the sword on top of Fuu's shoulder. He isn't checking which way the blade is pointed. Hopefully its the blunt side, although that might end up nicking the neck. Otherwise...]
[He glares down at Fuu, pure hatred boiling off of him.]
Nay. That would be you.
[He kicks Ranma's side. Do you want to lose your guard on your very first day, girl? Pathetic.
[Ranma's frozen in fear and horror. Its way too much to take in all at once. And all she can feel is that she's the one holding the sword that's hurting Fuu.]
I... um... d-do you, Lady Hououji... swear... to me?
[ She takes a breath and summons all her strength to push Genma’s hand from the sword. She won’t let him be a part of this, won’t speak unless it’s gone.
Then she looks to Ranma. ]
I swear my sword, my soul and my life to you, Lady Ranma. What you go, I shall go. Where you stay I will stay. Until my heart’s last beat, I will stay by your side and protect you from harm. [ until this point, Genma would be familiar with the oath. It’s the same one her father swore. But she adds, with a glance at him: ] No matter who from.
[The sensation of being pushed out seems to light up an even deeper fire in Genma's eyes. But the idea of order and the feeling of being obeyed seems to soothe his temper, to the point he clearly misses the implications in Fuu's words.
For Ranma, deeper meanings definitely aren't coming to the surface. Her hands are shaking pretty dramatically as she desperately tries to keep a grip on things.</small]
Y-yes, yes I accept it! Its done! W-we can stop?
It’s all right, my lady. [ Fuu pushes the blade up just a bit—and wind tousles their hair, and despite the blood, Ranma will find clear, unbroken skin. ] It’s done.
[Ranma regards Fuu with a mixture of hard to decipher emotions. This... isn't right. None of this is. Violence has always been a thing in the distance she could admire, but none of this is how it should be.
She should reach out. To try and steady Fuu's hands. But her body is frozen solid where it is.]
Sir... Kaze was always doing what he could for everyone...
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[He's noticeably annoyed to see Ranma the way she is in the bathroom. He moves to grab onto her hair, dragging her out to the bedroom even as she yelps in pain.]
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But Fuu has a promise to keep. Her hand is already on her sword. ]
Unhand her.
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Cease this petulance. If we must do it here, we'll do it here.
[He spins the blade around in his hands.] If you would kneel. So you can be formally sworn in.
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[ Fuu is moving to Ranma’s side to make sure she’s all right. ]
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[Ranma automatically leans in towards Fuu, even if it's followed by a reflexive attempt to pull back as well.]
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Are you all right? Are you hurt?
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[Genma groans.]
Someone needs to put this blade on this woman's shoulder before I die of irritation.
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Hurry up. Swear her into service.
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Get out.
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[He forcibly pushes the sword on top of Fuu's shoulder. He isn't checking which way the blade is pointed. Hopefully its the blunt side, although that might end up nicking the neck. Otherwise...]
I'm speaking.
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Damn it hurts and without the oath she doesn’t have the magic. ]
You’re dishonoring your house, Lord Saotome.
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Nay. That would be you.
[He kicks Ranma's side. Do you want to lose your guard on your very first day, girl? Pathetic.
[Ranma's frozen in fear and horror. Its way too much to take in all at once. And all she can feel is that she's the one holding the sword that's hurting Fuu.]
I... um... d-do you, Lady Hououji... swear... to me?
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Then she looks to Ranma. ]
I swear my sword, my soul and my life to you, Lady Ranma. What you go, I shall go. Where you stay I will stay. Until my heart’s last beat, I will stay by your side and protect you from harm. [ until this point, Genma would be familiar with the oath. It’s the same one her father swore. But she adds, with a glance at him: ] No matter who from.
Do you accept my oath, my lady?
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For Ranma, deeper meanings definitely aren't coming to the surface. Her hands are shaking pretty dramatically as she desperately tries to keep a grip on things.</small] Y-yes, yes I accept it! Its done! W-we can stop?
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Genma clasps his hands on his daughter's shoulders.]
Capital. See the appeal now, girl? You can break this one all you like... and its like it never happened.
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… Did you hurt my father like this?
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We'll see how you measure up.
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I have nothing to prove to you.
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But he snorts and his men imitate the noise. He'll start to take his leave.]
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Her eyes are filled with tears and her hands shake. ]
He’s horrible! My father had to work for that man? He died for him?!
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She should reach out. To try and steady Fuu's hands. But her body is frozen solid where it is.]
Sir... Kaze was always doing what he could for everyone...
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