Concerning the thread that's been recently posted about how the good guys
all seem to get stronger, then beat the bad guys, someone said that Might
makes Victory.  With respect to the author, that's not always the case...



				Might and Right



He'd trained in the most esoteric and dangerous martial art forms around.
He'd defeated the decendants of dragons, evil spirits, and those who could
destroy mountains with a casual flick of the wrist.  It was without doubt
that Ranma was Mighty.

But a simple question from a young looking girl had made all of that seem
irrelevant.  Even though he had the potential to summon the winds to
strike his opponent, and could fire a blast of destructive energy from his
fingertips, these facts were *all* irrelevant.  The only important thing
at the moment was the burning question:  Was he Right? 

He spent much time in contemplation, while his questioner had patiently
awaited her answer.  With the thoughts of his past victories, the
principles he feverently defended, and the problems that had come about
from their defense all running though his mind, it was difficult to
achieve that inner state of peace required to understand his true
thoughts.  Yet he had learned Dicipline from his training, and with great
effort, he was able to put these thoughts aside, and find his Answer.  Was
he Right?  It was with conviction that he believed so.  Nothing else was
possible. 

"42."

"Satome Ranma, is 42 your answer to everything?!  It's obvious that you
don't have the slightest clue what's being taught here."  the girl berated
him.  "Now, class, when we take the limit..."

With a soft sigh, he turned back to his Mathmatics textbook.  All the
Might at his disposal had not been enough.


Miao!


-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...