The moon hung heavy over Konoha, casting silver shadows across the rooftops. Sasuke moved with fluid purpose through the narrow streets—his footsteps silent, his chakra hidden. The village slept, but his mind was on fire.
Tonight, he wasn't training with dummies.
Tonight, he would test his Corp ability in its purest form—deliberate touch, complete copy, full evolution.
And the one he trusted to test this with... was waiting.
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Anko Mitarashi leaned against the stone wall of a secluded training ground on the outskirts, dressed in her usual fishnet top and tan trench coat, one leg bent up casually behind her. She'd sent him a message earlier that day:
> "Meet me at Training Ground 17. Don't be late, or I'll bite."
He arrived precisely on time.
"You're a punctual little fox," she teased, flipping a senbon in her fingers as he approached.
"I came to learn," Sasuke replied evenly, standing before her, his dark eyes already analyzing her chakra flow.
"Oh, you'll learn something alright," she grinned, stepping closer. "But first—what's with that creepy calm you always wear? You're like a porcelain doll with a death stare."
"I'm observant. Not emotional."
"Mm-hmm. I bet deep down you're all cuddles and warm baths."
"…No comment."
She chuckled, then flipped the senbon toward him. He caught it easily, but winced as it nicked his palm.
She raised an eyebrow. "You alright there, killer?"
Sasuke's mind, however, wasn't focused on the cut. It was on the tiny smear of her blood left on the blade.
Corp: Engage. Sample Acquired.
He could already feel the data surging through him—the wild chakra coils of Anko Mitarashi, steeped in survival instincts, enhanced reflexes, and a deep emotional core hardened by betrayal. Her Orochimaru-scarred chakra signature tasted like venom, but it was powerful.
And adaptable.
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"Now," Anko said, stretching her arms overhead, her trench coat shifting to reveal more of her curvaceous figure beneath, "let's spar."
"I didn't come here for basic training," Sasuke answered honestly. "I came to test something new. With you."
She blinked, then gave a sly grin. "You flirting with me, brat?"
"…Not yet."
"Ohoho, careful. I bite harder than you can handle."
He stepped forward and held up his hand, palm open. "Touch my chakra with yours. Just once."
Anko tilted her head in suspicion. "That's a weird request."
"No tricks. Just a connection."
After a pause, she reached out. Her hand met his—and the instant their chakra met, his body surged.
Corp: Advanced Sync – Full Chakra Signature Analyzed.
He staggered slightly as her traits sank deep into him. Not just physical strength. Serpent movement. Whip-like reaction speed. Poison resistance. Tactical unpredictability.
Anko's eyes narrowed. "...What was that?"
Sasuke's eyes glowed briefly—not just Sharingan, but something deeper. Lines of chakra ran down his arms, mimicking Anko's motion style. His muscles tensed, loosened, coiled.
He moved behind her in a blink.
"What the—?!" She spun to block, but he'd already predicted it.
He caught her wrist gently.
"I copied your reflex pathways. Modified them. Faster now."
She stared, stunned.
Sasuke released her hand and stepped back.
"You're… evolving?" she asked, stunned. "That was my style, my damn tempo. But cleaner. Sharper."
He nodded. "It's not copying. It's Corp. I take the foundation of someone's power, rewrite it into mine—and improve it."
"And you used me as a subject."
"You volunteered," he smirked faintly.
Anko chuckled. "Little bastard. I should throw you into a snake pit."
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She took a step closer, lowering her voice.
"So... if you touch chakra, skin, or blood… you can take what's mine?"
"I already have."
"Cheeky."
She stepped right into his personal space. He didn't flinch.
"You should know," she whispered, "there are some things about me not even my enemies can handle. Are you ready for that kind of chaos, Sasuke?"
"I don't fear chaos. I was born from it."
Their eyes locked—hers wild and sharp, his calm and dangerous.
Anko grinned. "Alright, Corp-boy. Let's raise the stakes."
In a blur, she pushed him back and straddled him to the ground, pinning his arms.
He didn't resist.
Her chakra pulsed against his, her body pressing close. Every breath they shared exchanged energy—raw, unfiltered.
Corp: Trait Surge – Instinctive Combat Adaptation Enhanced. Emotional Imprint Stored.
His mind raced. His ability didn't just take strength now—it evolved emotional resonance too. He could feel her inner world: scars, seduction, strength… and the flicker of loneliness she masked with humor.
"You feel it, don't you?" she whispered, her lips inches from his. "My poison. My madness. My survival."
He nodded.
"And you're not afraid?"
He looked directly into her eyes. "No. I respect it."
She stared for a long moment… then smiled and rolled off him.
"Damn, kid," she muttered, lying beside him in the grass. "You might be the most dangerous person I've ever met."
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Later, as the stars drifted above, Sasuke stood alone, watching the moon.
He flexed his hand—chakra threads forming like serpents, movement precise yet unpredictable. His own new technique: Viper Weave.
Born from her. Refined by him.
This was only the beginning.
Corp wasn't just a tool.
It was evolution incarnate.
And he… was its master.