"It's a hundred-and-four-year-old tyrant in a diaper! That's different!" The first attempt was a disaster. Ranma, transformed into his girl form (a stray splash from the pond), loomed over baby Kima, making his best "fierce face." The baby yawned. Then, with a flick of its chubby wrist, it executed a pressure-point strike on Ranma's shin. Ranma collapsed, howling. The baby began to crawl—no, slither —toward the kitchen.
The final confrontation took place at sunset. Baby Kima had constructed a fortress out of dojo cushions, armed with chopsticks and a jar of wasabi. The Matriarch's ancient body (with baby Puchi's mind inside) was gumming a ceremonial sword in the corner, cooing.
The Cradle Will Fall
As Ranma gagged and Akane burst out laughing—the first genuine laugh he'd heard from her all week—the baby grinned a gummy, innocent grin.
Baby Puchi, now in his own body, chose that moment to demonstrate his new, un-cursed personality. He projectile-vomited a perfect arc of formula directly into Ranma's open mouth. ranma 1-2 manga
When a stray Amazon ritual curse swaps the minds of a newborn baby and the elderly Matriarch of the Musk Dynasty, Ranma must master the forbidden "Art of Diaper-Changing Combat" to prevent a marriage proposal that would doom him to fatherhood before breakfast. The morning at the Tendo Dojo was, by their standards, peaceful. Akane was chasing Ranma with a table leg. Ranma was bouncing off the koi pond, laughing. Kasumi was humming while preparing tea. Nabiki was already planning how to monetize the inevitable explosion.
Some curses, he decided, were better left uncursed. Especially the ones with diapers. "It's a hundred-and-four-year-old tyrant in a diaper
Then the wall exploded.