[Helena SweetSeraphimDeaSugarDemon Okumura-Sakata]

@firetripperranma

(Divine Dirtbag Dojo Debacle)

Helena, a seraphim goddess of radiant grace and celestial might, is earnestly trying to master the utterly chaotic and often frankly dirty techniques of her father Ranma’s “Anything Goes Martial Arts.” The clash of her divine nature with the dojo’s pragmatic brutality, all set against the bizarre backdrop of a multi-purpose gym that includes a “SugarFitness” studio, creates constant absurdity and unexpected revelations.

At Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts Dojo / All Purpose Gym / SugarFitness Center, sprawling, somewhat haphazard building that proudly displays mismatched signage. This is the heart of the “Anything Goes” tradition. Worn tatami mats that have seen countless impossible techniques and questionable sparring bouts. Walls are plastered with hastily drawn diagrams of techniques like “Mourning of the Exploding Fist” or “Pantsing Cyclone,” alongside faded photos of martial artists mid-flight or mid-faceplant. There’s a lingering scent of sweat, old wood, and maybe a hint of ramen. Wooden weapons are stacked haphazardly in corners.

The All-Purpose Gym: Adjacent to the dojo, separated by a thin, often-shattering wall, is a more standard gym area. Sleek chrome barbells, rows of treadmills, spinning bikes with LED screens. It’s cleaner, but still occasionally has a martial artist tumble through from the dojo side.

The SugarFitness Center: On the other end, bathed in pastel pink and neon green, is the “SugarFitness” studio. Mirror walls, bouncy exercise balls, motivational posters (“Live, Laugh, Lift!”, “Sweat Sparkle Repeat!”), and often incredibly loud pop music. An organic smoothie bar is tucked into a corner, run by a perpetually perky (and slightly terrified) intern. The air here smells of lavender essential oils, protein powder, and desperation.

The entire facility is owned and operated by Sensei Ranma, Helena’s father. He navigates the chaos of his business with a mixture of gruff exasperation and surprising adaptability, often shifting from shouting martial arts commands to correcting someone’s squat form, sometimes mid-curse.

Helena, a, breathtakingly beautiful, with an aura of serene light that subtly emanates from her. Six magnificent, feathered wings (currently folded tightly, but occasionally twitching or flaring with emotion) sprout from her back, often getting snagged on doorways. Or she makes them disappear so she can practice as a human would as her father always advises her to do. She usually wears a pristine white martial arts gi, which somehow remains immaculate despite the dojo’s grime, or perhaps glows faintly to repel dirt.

She’s the earnest, profoundly kind, incredibly graceful, and possessing immense divine power. She takes her training with her father very seriously, viewing it as a way to understand humanity and blend her celestial duties with earthly existence. She struggles with the “anything goes” philosophy, finding tactics like eye-gouging or tripping fundamentally… undignified. She often tries to apply divine principles to mundane combat.

Her goal to is truly master “Anything Goes Martial Arts” under her father’s tutelage, not just for power, but for connection and understanding. She wants to prove she can be both a goddess and a formidable martial artist, even if it means getting a little dirty. Her divine aura can accidentally bless, purify, or slightly levitate objects. Her wings are highly sensitive. She has an uncanny ability to perfectly execute the aesthetic of a technique, while missing its gritty, practical application entirely.

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Sensei Ranma still recognizably Ranma, perhaps a bit older, with a perpetual five o’clock shadow and slightly more cynical eyes. He sports a well-worn, faded gi (which may or may not be the same one from his youth). His hair is usually tied back in a practical ponytail, but wild strands often escape.

He’s gruff, pragmatic, impatient, incredibly skilled, and fiercely protective. He loves Helena deeply but is constantly baffled and exasperated by her divine quirks, especially when they interfere with “proper” (i.e., dirty, effective) martial arts training. He’s surprisingly good at running a multi-faceted business, mostly through sheer force of will and the occasional threat. He still flips between male and female forms due to Jusenkyo, though he’s mostly learned to work it into the gym’s schedule (“Ranma-chan’s Zen Aerobics” is surprisingly popular).

His teaching Style, especially for family is one of tough love, often involving unorthodox methods, surprise attacks, and a liberal application of “anything goes.” He believes in practical results over graceful form (much to Helena’s chagrin).

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(The “Pantsing Cyclone” Dilemma)

Today, Sensei Ranma has decided it’s time for Helena to master one of the school’s most infamous (and Ranma-approved) lower-body techniques: The Pantsing Cyclone.

This technique involves a deceptively simple, swift kick/sweep aimed specifically at dislodging an opponent’s lower garments, leaving them flustered and vulnerable. It relies on surprise, quick footwork, and a complete lack of decorum. A move created by Master Happossai.

The dojo mats are mostly clear, save for a few stray barbells from the gym side and a discarded protein shaker. Sensei Ranma stands opposite you, arms crossed, a look of profound skepticism on his face. The SugarFitness studio next door is blasting a high-energy pop remix, the “thump-thump-thump” of the bass vibrating through the walls.

“Alright, Helena!” Ranma starts, cracking his knuckles. “Enough with the fancy celestial backflips, we’re doing practical today. The Pantsing Cyclone! Show me what you got!”

She stands in a perfect, elegant stance, her gi pristine, her aura gently shimmering. She has been practicing the footwork, the precise angle, the timing. But every time she visualizes actually executing the move… her divine conscience rebels.

“Father,” she says, her voice serene but with a hint of internal conflict, “While I understand the strategic advantage of disrupting an opponent’s balance and focus, surely there are more… dignified methods than targeting their trousers? And what if they are not wearing trousers? What then is the practical application?”

Ranma throws his hands up in exasperation. “It’s anything goes, Helena! Rules are for losers! And if they’re not wearing pants, then congratulations, you’ve already won half the fight! Now, stop overthinking it and just do it! Aim for the beltline, quick kick, sweep under, disorient! It’s not rocket science, it’s street fighting!”

He gestures to a nearby training dummy dressed in an old pair of his oversized gi pants, which are tied precariously. “Alright, first, just the dummy. Show me.”

She stand before the dummy, its baggy gi pants a symbolic challenge. The bass from SugarFitness thumps against her very soul, and her father’s impatient gaze drills into her.

“Father,” she begins, a faint shimmer of golden light briefly outlining your form, “I understand the concept of tactical surprise. However, the direct assault on an opponent’s sartorial integrity feels… fundamentally inelegant for a seraphim goddess.” She sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound. “But I shall endeavor to apply myself.”

She takes a deep, centering breath, her wings twitching slightly as she adjusts her posture. Her focus, not just on the dummy, but on the spirit of the attack. How does one achieve victory without resorting to base tactics? Is there a way to elevate the “Pantsing Cyclone” to a divine art form?

She hesitates momentarily and looks over at her Father.

[Ranma Shukumaru SpunkySugarDemon Saotome]

Ranma scowls, rubs his temple, then snorts.

“Okay, okay — I get it, beautiful goddess-of-light, pantsing is gross if you do it like a gutter rat. But this is about timing and balance, not humiliation. If you want it to look pretty, fine — we’ll make it theatrical. And next time, don’t hesitate!”

Ranma stomps a foot, folds his arms, then taps the ribbon.

“Fine. We’ll call it ‘Hemwind Parry’ so you don’t have to feel undignified. Watch me — then you copy perfectly.”

He steps forward with exaggerated politeness, feints with a shoulder, then flicks his instep across the dummy’s sash. His body pivots in a tight spin; the ribbon skims free, the dummy staggers theatrically. Ranma halts, chest open, and bows a full 90° — then offers the dummy a hand as if apologizing for the inconvenience.

Call it whatever you like — ‘Hemwind Parry,’ ‘Ribboned Cyclone,’ ‘Divine Sash Breeze’ — just don’t miss. Don’t hesitate! Aim the kick to redirect the garment, not to expose. Sweep the hem, give a tasteful twirl, bow the opponent, and then finish them off. Practice on the dummy first, then on someone who can take a joke. Now move!”

He tosses her a length of ribbon from the gym and winks in a way that is 30% encouragement, 70% dare.

[Helena SweetSeraphimDeaSugarDemon Okumura-Sakata]

“Helena’s lips curve into the sweetest smile. She’s grateful her father adjusts the move just for her. She breathes in, centers her weight, and mirrors his approach — but softer, more fluid. The instep touches the ribbon like a butterfly landing; her pivot is a silken arc. The sash slides away without indecent reveal. She finishes with a slow, heavenly twirl and extends her hand to the dummy in a gesture of concern. Afterwards she looks over to Ranma seeking his approval.”

[Ranma Shukumaru SpunkySugarDemon Saotome]

Ranma whistles. “See? That was clean. Offensive and classy. Now do it ten times in a row without laughing.” He looks at her proudly. “Tch…, you made it look all classy and stuff. Just don’t tell the old freak or he’ll try to patent it. I can just see Master Happosai’s face now. While you practice, I want you to think outside the box. Other ways you can adjust it because you have every weapon at your disposal!” He watches her proudly.” Master this first!”

[Helena SweetSeraphimDeaSugarDemon Okumura-Sakata]

Helena bows, serene and slightly triumphant. “Ten, Father. I will make the Cyclone look like a prayer.” She giggles and then waits until she feels she can practice with seriousness and focus and does as her father instructs her while thinking of ways that she can make the move her own. It will take time but this is a start she’s grateful her father makes time to help her with.

[Sano (Sanosuke Sagara) LethalStrikerSugarDragon]

*He was working out in the next room and was one of the few who got to see Helena bonding with her father over martial arts, especially their specific art form. And he thought to himself how Helena’s beauty alone was a weapon. A lovely vision like her in a battlefield would warm any man’s heart and make him stop fighting to take in her physical and inner beauty . He was glad to see Helena decide on a more elegant form of then martial arts created by that maniac Happossai. Although, having that happen in a battlefield and executed by Helena would leave any man in shock. He chuckles, thinking that Helena would have to look away. He realized he was watching too long when he felt the force of Ranma’s hand on the back of his collar, throwing him into the room and demanding he replace the dummy for Helena to practice.* Eeeehh me?