"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.
"Yeah, yeah. Just get that cursed baby out of here before—"
Some curses, he decided, were better left uncursed. Especially the ones with diapers. ranma 1-2 manga
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 Matriarch is heading for the knife drawer!" Kasumi called out cheerfully. "It's a hundred-and-four-year-old tyrant in a diaper
The second attempt involved Akane. Her "terrifying" cooking. Baby Kima sniffed the burnt offering, looked Akane dead in the eye, and signed a complex critique using baby sign language that somehow conveyed "too much ash, not enough spite." Akane burst into tears of frustration.
"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." Then, with a flick of its chubby wrist,
"Yes," said Akane, smiling sweetly. "Think of it, Ranma. You, the great martial artist, defeated by a baby."