Ranma 1-2 Manga «Linux PREMIUM»

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.

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.

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 Cradle Will Fall

"Herb? What'd I do this time? I haven't even had breakfast," Ranma said, dodging a swipe from Akane's table leg.

"Me?!" Ranma squawked.

Not with the usual fiery entrance of a rival, but with a shimmering, pastel-colored vortex. From it tumbled three figures: a wizened old woman no taller than a loaf of bread, swaddled in ancient, dusty silks; a massive, fur-clad man with a boar-tusk necklace, weeping openly; and a baby. The baby was floating on a silk cushion, drooling with an air of imperial authority. ranma 1-2 manga

"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.

And Ranma, despite everything, found himself smiling back.

Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt." Baby Puchi, now in his own body, chose

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.

For one long second, silence.

"The Matriarch is heading for the knife drawer!" Kasumi called out cheerfully. The morning at the Tendo Dojo was, by

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

Then the wall exploded.