"You're something else, you know that brat?"
"I could say the same about you."
The pair of them, Daiki and Anko were currently seated in a private booth at the back of a small dango shop.
A favourite of the snake users.
Anko sat directly across from the teen, lounging across the soft upholstery. The booth was large enough to sit four people, on either side of the table within, large enough that the purple haired woman could lean back comfortable, one leg crossed beneath her while the other was up fully so she could lean on it with one arm was well.
Her other hand…was currently occupied.
With multiple sticks of dango.
Honestly, it was a very unladylike position, and would let anyone that looked get a full view up her skirt if they wanted.
Not that Anko seemed to care.
Daiki wasn't one to turn a free show down, well, he was off it was some ugly motherfucker.
The purple haired woman cracked her neck with a slight jerk of her head and a small hiss, "You don't hold back at all, even when it comes to chicks you want to fuck, huh?" Anko asked, "That was nasty, if I wasn't as limber as I am that could have done some real bad damage."
She was talking about how he ended the fight. It wasn't anything special or anything, he just grabbed her by the neck and throttled her before lifting her up by it and slamming her into the ground.
Anko wasn't Orochimaru's former apprentice for nothing though and only ended up with a stiff and sore neck, where as most others would have probably gotten whiplash at least.
Daiki pulled his gaze up from the depths of her short skirt and shrugged as he met her eyes, "What can I say? I'm a big believer in true gender equality," he smirked, "Besides, I would have healed you if you got hurt bad anyway."
"The fuck is gender equality?" she raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging, "Actually, never mind, knowing you it'll be something stupid, hah, gender equality, that's almost funny."
It probably was to her.
'You can't hit her, she's a girl.'
If someone said that, they'd get laughed the shit out of, at best in this world. At worst the woman they tried to protect in that case would stab them in the back.
Because…you know, kunoichi.
Anko herself was probably stronger than a good ninety percent of the population of this world, possible more.
Honestly, putting the banter aside, the fight with Anko, really was something else. He'd fought her in his base form for the vast majority of the fight.
And he'd been the one at a disadvantage.
Even with his stupidly huge and ever growing endurance, a mere three hours apparently wasn't enough to tire out the former apprentice of a Sannin.
If Anko hadn't prodded him into using his Heavenly Star Seal so she could get a good up close look at it, he would have quite likely lost that spar.
Anko was faster than him, more experienced and just flat out more skilled than he was currently.
Not to mention, one of her main forte's in a fight, was one of the few things he had trouble dealing with.
Many poisons actually.
She could literally breath out various different poisons from acidic, to paralysing and just flat out toxins. Apparently, she had been exposed to many, many poisons when she was the apprentice of Orochimaru, even some he'd flat out created and gained an immunity to them.
Allowing her to incorporate them into her Poison Mist jutsu.
Man, that thing was nasty.
With his Shinkugan, he was able to learn how she manipulated her chakra to create the poison mist and with training, get the jutsu down himself.
But it would be a double edged sword as long as he wasn't immune to the poisons he created like she was.
Definitely something to look into.
'…You're going to poison yourself with dozens of different types of poisons, over and over again aren't you?' Isobu asked, voice deadpan.
'The grind cannot be denied.' Daiki replied.
And that was all. He would neither confirm nor deny that question.
But yes he most likely was probably going to do something along those lines, though he'd definitely need some help with it.
"So," Anko broke him from his thoughts and looked him dead in the eye, "Beyond the real nasty stuff that would hurt me using, I showed you pretty much what that slimy bastard taught me."
She didn't summon Manda for instance, which she could do. But then, he didn't exactly hold that against her. Manda was a pain in the ass. Strong as all fuck, gargantuan and honestly, really cool looking.
But, personable and a team player, he was not.
God he was so lucky his chameleon summoners were such chill peeps.
"I'll need to watch out for that freaky substitution." Daiki mused. At one point, he'd broken out the lightning armour for a test during the fight and took Anko by surprise.
He gave her a hell of a beating in the process and thought he had ended the fight then and there.
Only for her to literally shed her own skin.
He hadn't known she could do that.
Orochimaru's very on variation of the substitution jutsu that he thought only Sasuke and Kabuto had learned in the original timeline.
But apparently Anko knew it as well and it was one of the techniques that went a long way to making Orochimaru as slippery as he was.
And it didn't need something to switch with to be used.
"Probably not, while it isn't massively chakra draining, it costs quite a bit more than your standard substitution," Anko pointed out, she seemingly remembered quite well that the fragment of Orochimaru in her seal had a massively lot less chakra then the original, "So, what do you think?" she asked, getting to the main meat of the discussion right away.