Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Memoirs of being in the Saddle ❯ Memoirs of being in the Saddle ( Prologue )
Expect a long burn here.
If you expect things to be over in three paragraphs or less, well, you may wish to look elsewhere.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2018 | Pages: 1 | Words: 190 | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Work In Progress
I write this as an exercise of catharsis.
I was one of those people who lived in Nerima and wasn't a martial artist nor related to one in some way.
That made me pretty unusual in those parts.
I also had no tragic back-story, no curse, no magical items, hadn't had a debt to claim by Genma, nor was a fiancée by any other means.
That made me frankly kind of weird.
Yes, I had a Dojo in my yard, but in this old neighborhood, it wasn't that uncommon with the larger lots. Mine hadn't been used since I bought the place ten years ago and it stored gardening equipment, old books, and camera equipment I picked up on the cheap from where I worked.
A shed's a shed to me.
And most importantly of all, I was not shockingly stupid. That made me bonafide unique.
I did have one thing in common with folks in Nerima, extremely common in fact, but I'll get to that later.