Ranma 1-2 Manga <720p - 480p>

"Yeah, yeah. Just get that cursed baby out of here before—"

Ranma, in his male form, approached the cushion fortress. The baby hissed.

The vortex reopened. Light flashed. When it cleared, the baby was cooing normally, and the old woman blinked with the wisdom of her true age. The reversal was complete. ranma 1-2 manga

"What's unknown to a 104-year-old martial arts ghost-baby?" Ranma asked.

"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. "Yeah, yeah

Then came the Talc of Tranquility. Ranma produced a giant shaker of baby powder. With a final, dramatic flourish, he dumped the entire thing over the baby’s head. The infant Matriarch, ancient mind in a tiny body, was suddenly buried in a white, fragrant, fluffy avalanche.

"RANMA SAOTOME!" bellowed the fur-clad man, whom Ranma recognized with a groan as Herb, the prince of the Musk Dynasty. "You will answer for this!" The vortex reopened

Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt."

He lunged. The Unfastening Gale—a sharp, spiraling chop—snapped the diaper tapes. The baby shrieked—not in fear, but in indignation. The Wipe of a Thousand Leaves followed, a blur of motion so fast it created a small, localized tornado of clean linen. The baby’s eyes widened. This was wrong . This was new .

The old woman on the ground cackled. "Foolish boy. This is not about you. It is about her ." She pointed a gnarled finger at the floating baby. "That is the Great Matriarch Jusenkyo, Kima of the Seven Spices. And I am…" the baby burbled, and a surprisingly deep voice echoed from its tiny mouth, "…now merely Mousse's unfortunate great-aunt, twice removed."