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Cold, Ranma?

No, I'm not cold.

How pitiful.

Though we are in training...

you must Iead a wanderer's Iife with me.

Ranma...

Daddy...

How this takes me back, Ranma.

Now that we've moved in with the Tendo family...

we no longer live like this, you and I.

You were brave when you were little.

Whatcha gettin' at, Pop?

The storm has kept us here for two days.

The only food left to us is this single cup of instant ramen!

One cup!

Don't you have the tiniest feeling of duty to your father?!

Nope.

Then--

I hope you've prepared yourself, Ranma?!

Don't regret this later, worthless old man!

You could've left out "worthless"!

Yummy.

Hey--

Ranma!

Did something happen when you trained in the mountains?

He looks like he's lost in thought.

Hey.

'Smatter, Pop?

I've been thinking.

Ranma! Prepare for practice!

I want to make sure of something!

All right, Ranma. This is a real fight.

Forget I'm your father! No holding back!

Remember that!

Begin!

Here I come, Ranma!

Take this!

And this!

And this!

Get serious!

Match!

Stop!

'Smatter, Pop? Your timin's off today.

Now it's all clear.

I've grown WEAKER THAN RANMA!

My!

Thinking back, in all those years--

That time!

And that time!

And that time! That time...! Even that time...!

I'd never lost to Ranma!

The perfect dad. Not!

If Ranma ever finds out, I'm dead.

Must appear calm. Calm--

The shock must have been terrible.

He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.

Don't worry, Pop.

You swiped my rice cake when I was five.

And my cracker when I was seven.

And my rice ball when I was twelve.

Yes! Even my pork bun the other year!!

But I don't...

hate you one bit!!

He remembers every incident.

How deep his resentment must be.

Training?

Right.

Tendo, I've gotten too soft. Beaten by my own son...!

It's only natural for a son to surpass his father.

But I can't let myself be beaten by Ranma yet.

In order to train him to be a top martial artist...

I must always be an impenetrable wall to him.

Your resolve is admirable. I shall help, Saotome.

This is why I've grown weak!

No fair! You always cheat, cheater!

"Hmmm... Ummm..."

"What to do. What to do."

"Ouch"

Hey!

Practice a little, Pop! I'll spar with ya!

I want ya to be an impenetrable wall always.

"Oh, you're such a good son"

That felt great!

Maybe you shouldn't come down so hard on him, Ranma.

Now's as good a time as any.

But what if your dad trains and gets stronger?

Right! I better finish him off now!

He's here?

P-Pop!

That position--!

The Saotome School's pose of submission...

Carp on Cutting Board!

Indicating to the opponent that he's resigned to any punishment!

I know what you're thinking.

You want to take this opportunity to finish me off.

I'd be happy to die at my son's hands.

Come. No need to hesitate.

Why take it so seriously, Pop? You only lost a few times.

I'm still no match for you.

Ranma...!

Tryin' ta get me in my sleep...?

You're trying to finish me off!

Dirty Pop...! Couldn't sleep all night.

Pop...!

"Don't look for me. ...Genma Saotome."

Ranma! What's this...?!

Didn't he run away because he was scared of Ranma?

How strange. Father's gone, too.

Saotome, what kind of training is that?

Huh? What kind of training?

Huh, Saotome? What kind of training?

Tell me, Saotome.

"Ah!"

Mr. Saotome...?

"I..."

"I asked you not to look for me..."

"I didn't want to be found..."

I wasn't really looking for you.

So this is what's goin' on?

Trainin' for the circus, Panda Pop?

"Grr..."

- Ranma! - Ranma!

"Feh"

"Spying on me like this..."

"You must really be -"

Talk like a human being.

You must really be afraid of me!

What?

It's come to this. I'll say this once and for all.

Ranma! We're no longer father and son!

What?!

Mr. Saotome!

Saotome! Why carry it so far--?!

Please don't interfere.

We're fighting man-to-man for our pride!

I cast away my soft parental attachment!

We fight in one week! Got that?!

That sounds interestin'.

Prepare to die, strange kid!

You're the one who'll die, strange man!

I'd like to see your father's face!

I'd like ta see your kid's face!

A man's world is harsh.

"Lame" is more like it.

Why should you leave, too?

Are you really going to fight him?

I gotta prepare.

Pop's seriously trainin' to beat me.

Impossible. How can a father and son be enemies?

"I got you! Nyah nyah! - Genma"

Jerk Pop!

Awful!

Mr. Saotome really is serious about this.

"Oh, you're such a good son... "

Mr. Saotome...?

Akane...

So Ranma left to train, too?

Don't you want to make up with him?

Did he say that?

No, but--

Akane, as I said this morning...

this is a man-to-man battle for our pride.

It's not our usual silly fight.

But it all actually began with a fight over food.

Maybe Ranma did take your cup ramen...

but when Ranma was little...

you stole his rice cake, his cracker, his rice ball...

his stew, his takoyaki, and his grilled ka-bob, right?

Aren't you even now?

That's not it, Akane!

At last...

At last the time has come...

for Ranma to leave the nest of my protection.

It's a happy, yet sad feeling.

The sunset's so red.

It's nice to be alone once in a while.

Pop and me were together ever since I was a kid.

What's wrong, Ranma?

Daddy?

What is it, Ranma?

You're so warm.

Daddy...

Dirty Pop! I even dream about 'im!

Blanket...? It was real...?!

Pop...! He was really here?

"Yum!"

That dirty--!!

You! Look out!

That was close.

Falling rocks are numerous in this area.

You have to be careful.

Look...!

YOU threw those rocks, dirty Pop!

"Dirty Pop"?!

Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else.

My name? Well, for now, call me--

"Shijuro Matsubayashi ...is my name."

Don't ya ever quit?

Whaddya WANT?! The fight's in another week!

"Farewell"

"Bye!"

Messin' up my trainin'...!

Boo.

Isn't your father lonely, after all?

How'd you find me?

We asked Saotome.

He said you were sure to come here.

I know what Mr. Saotome said.

But he's actually starved for your attention.

My rotten Pop?

Though he said you were no longer his son...

you still are. A father could never hate his son.

A panda! Let's go see! It's a real one!

So weird!

He's been playing with that tire all this time.

Wat kind of training is it, anyway?

Though he said you were no Ionger his son...

you still are. A father could never hate his son.

Old man...!

Why not take off that dorky mask?!

Don't you know...

I want to spare you a beating by your father?!

Didja forget your razor when you left the house?

You'll regret ever making me remove my mask!

What?

This will be a complete-knockout, no-holds-barred match.

Begin!

What's wrong, Old Man?! Finished so soon?!

Now my mind is clear. Now I, Genma Saotome...

can beat you to the ground without reservation.

The fighting spirit long dormant within me...

is now re-awakened!

Wha--?!

Pop! He's gigantic!

Saotome! You're gigantic!

Its fury is devastating!

Quit tryin' ta bluff us!

Final attack, the Cradle from Hell.

Wha--?!

You dodged it?

What was that?

Right when it was comin at me, I felt a chill!

The Cradle From Hell...!

Mr. Saotome must have developed it from his training!

Ranma...!

He's cornered!

What's wrong? There's no going back.

I don't know why...

but my intuition tells me not to take him on!

Until I know how the Cradle From Hell works...

I can't attack him!

Looks like we're in for a long match.

That wasn't funny...!

Journeying far...

to the province of Suruga.

Three hours...

And they haven't moved a muscle.

They appear impervious to everyhing!

But in truth, their fighting spirits are engaged in combat!

Though silent, this battle is fierce!

Both combatants are stretched to the point of exhaustion!

The spectator dare not look away!

Liar!

You're kidding!

No wonder you didn't move! You were sleepin'!

I was dreaming.

I dreamt of the happy days when you were little.

The memories of my dear little boy...

nearly made me forget about the battle.

Ranma...!

Thanks for waking me up!!

Rats! The Cradle From Hell!

It's too late.

It's...!

The Cradle From Hell!

That is the form of a panda playing with a tire!!

But what kind of power does it have?!

- Nuzzle, nuzzle. It scratches. - Yucch! That's creepy!

Here's Daddy's cheek nuzzle.

It's driving the opponent crazy!

It's just harassment!

Leggo...!

No wonder I felt a chill!

OI' weirdo! But I've got the advantage!

Come, my boy.

No! Not that look--!

That's sickening!

Quit it, stupid!

- I'll carry you. C'mere, son. - No-o-o!!

Looks like we're in for a long match.

After all that hype--! This is so lame--!

This is what you call "mortal combat," isn't it?

Let's turn in.

Since you hate this so much, in the next life...

and in the life after that, I'll come back and use this move on you!

I ain't fightin' with you no more.