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!"
Herb bowed low. "Ranma Saotome. The Musk Dynasty owes you a debt."
Then the wall exploded.
"Yeah, yeah. Just get that cursed baby out of here before—"
"And the ritual is incomplete," Herb snarled. "To reverse it, the vessel of the Matriarch's mind—that baby—must be truly terrified by the person she respects most. Then the fear triggers the reversal. She respects only two things: the Musk Royal Scepter and… you, Ranma Saotome." ranma 1-2 manga
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.
"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. Then, from the pile of powder, a sound
"Alright, you old coot," Ranma said. "You've never seen this move. Kaze no Oshiri! "