Chapter 2: Building Tension
The Tendo Dojo was a stark contrast to the serene and secluded cellar where Ranma had spent the previous night. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sweaty bodies, the constant thwack of wooden swords and grunting of effort. Akane, clad in her favorite red headband and gi, watched Ranma spar with her father, Genma, from the edge of the room. She could still feel the lingering warmth of their last encounter, the memory of his body pressed against hers, his breath hot on her ear. She shook her head, to dispel the thoughts, and focused on the task at hand. Fixing the worn training uniform that she had on, she made her way towards the sparring area.
As Akane approached, she could see Ranma's form moving with fluid grace, her female forms muscles