1-2 Manga - Ranma

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 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. ranma 1-2 manga

And then, a wail. Not of pain. Of pure, existential, I-have-never-been-so-humiliated-in-ten-centuries terror. He lunged

"What's unknown to a 104-year-old martial arts ghost-baby?" Ranma asked. The Wipe of a Thousand Leaves followed, a

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!"

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.