Manga — Ranma 1-2

"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."

And Ranma, despite everything, found himself smiling back.

Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt." ranma 1-2 manga

Herb explained, his voice trembling with rage. A renegade Amazon from a forgotten village, attempting to create a "generational rebalancing curse," had stolen the ancient Suiyoubi no Kyouken —the Wednesday Cradle—a cursed artifact. When activated, it swaps the minds of the eldest and youngest members of a bloodline. The Matriarch Kima (age 104) now inhabited the body of her great-great-grand-nephew, a drooling infant named Puchi. And the baby's mind? It was currently running the Musk Dynasty's military strategy from the Matriarch's frail, ancient frame.

"RANMA SAOTOME!" bellowed the fur-clad man, whom Ranma recognized with a groan as Herb, the prince of the Musk Dynasty. "You will answer for this!" "You defeated me

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

Some curses, he decided, were better left uncursed. Especially the ones with diapers. You must frighten that baby into screaming

"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.