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.
"Me?!" Ranma squawked.
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
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."
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. The third attempt, Ranma got desperate
Ranma stared at the infant. The infant stared back with ancient, calculating eyes. Then it burped up a glob of purple slime that sizzled on the dojo floor.
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Then, from the pile of powder, a sound emerged: not a war cry, not a curse. A tiny, high-pitched, utterly helpless sneeze. "K'TCHOO!"
"Alright, you old coot," Ranma said. "You've never seen this move. Kaze no Oshiri! " Nabiki smiled
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.
"You defeated me. You out-cooked the Matriarch's legendary dragon-noodle chef. She keeps a wax effigy of you in her meditation chamber. You must frighten that baby into screaming."