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Kara's base was silent that night. The lights were dim, the Inners were away on missions, and Amado was buried in his endless reports. It was the perfect moment.
Code slipped into an underground training room. The metallic floor was covered in old marks, remnants of previous experiments. He closed the door slowly… and for the first time since waking up, he was completely alone.
He inhaled deeply.
It's time to find out what I am now.
He positioned himself at the center of the room and opened his hand. He gathered his chakra, guiding it toward the pit of his stomach—the place where the White Karma pulsed like a strange, living heart.
He felt a tingling… then a burn.
The Karma responded.
And then—
Fuum…
A dark pattern spread slowly from his abdomen across his chest, rising up to his neck and running down his arms. Unlike a black Karma, his had empty points, incomplete lines… yet the energy it released was brutal.
Code clenched his teeth.
Power surged inside him like a storm.
His muscles tightened, his breathing thickened, and his vision sharpened with an almost supernatural clarity. He could feel even the vibration of the metal beneath his feet. It was as if his body were being reconstructed from the inside out.
So this is what the original Code felt when he awakened Karma for the first time.
He took a step.
The floor trembled.
He punched the air.
The sound exploded, crashing against the walls.
"Incredible…" he whispered.
But something was still missing.
The ability that intrigued him the most—
The Claw Marks.
He focused.
Activated the ability.
Suddenly, white and black lines began opening on his skin like tiny portals, dimensional holes forming on his back, arms, and legs. They looked like wounds… but they didn't bleed.
They were doors.
"So this is…" he touched one carefully, "…the power of the Ōtsutsuki God."
A vision flashed through his mind like lightning.
Shibai Ōtsutsuki…
The being who ascended.
Who transcended body, death, and matter.
Who left his power scattered across the world in the form of DNA-based ninjutsu…
The original Code had worshipped him like a god.
But this Code saw him differently:
If Shibai reached an impossible level… why can't I?
He opened one of the marks.
Space twisted.
Instantly, another mark appeared several meters away.
And like a teleportation, his hand emerged from that distant opening, striking a metal column with monstrous strength.
CLANG!
The column bent as if it were aluminum.
Code let out a quiet laugh.
Not one of madness—
but of pure satisfaction.
I can move parts of my body through space itself…
No hand signs.
No effort.
Just by linking points I create myself…
He reacted all the marks at once.
Dozens of spatial fractures lit up across his body.
Training became frantic:
Punches appearing from impossible directions.
Kicks emerging meters away.
Movements so fast the base couldn't register sound before impact.
The Karma flared.
The marks pulsed like dying stars.
And his strength kept rising.
Then, in an instant, Code felt danger—
the risk of losing control.
He shut everything off at once.
Silence shattered like glass.
He breathed heavily, leaning against the wall. His heartbeat raced but stayed steady. His muscles burned.
"If I keep showing this…" he muttered, "…I'll end up with limiters stuck in my neck."
That terrified him more than anything.
More than Jigen.
More than Kara.
More even than the Ōtsutsuki.
Amado's limiters.
The seal that could destroy everything he was capable of becoming.
I must be careful.
I must progress slowly… until no one can stop me, even if they discover my true power.
He stood up.
Opened his hands.
Examined them calmly.
"Shibai ascended…" he smirked, "…and I'll follow his path. But in my own way."
He turned off the room's lights.
And left without leaving a trace.