Nabiki smiled. "A 21st-century diaper change." The plan was forged in desperation. Ranma would have to learn the lost art of Oshiri no Kamae —the Diaper-Changing Stance—a technique so humiliating that the Jusenkyo Amazon elders had buried it beneath a scroll labeled "Only for the Truly Doomed."
Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt."
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 1-2 manga
Then the wall exploded.
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. Nabiki smiled
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
Ranma, in his male form, approached the cushion fortress. The baby hissed.
