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.
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 . ranma 1-2 manga
Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt." Baby Puchi, now in his own body, chose
"What's unknown to a 104-year-old martial arts ghost-baby?" Ranma asked. The baby’s eyes widened
"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.
Some curses, he decided, were better left uncursed. Especially the ones with diapers.
The third attempt, Ranma got desperate. He tried the old "octopus in the bath" trick. Baby Kima summoned a swarm of garden koi to form a living raft, floated past the octopus, and used a wet diaper as a slingshot to fire a marble directly into Ranma's forehead.