A shimr of white light cracked through space and gently folded inward.
In a heartbeat, Haji and Sakura reappeared inside the Hokage Tower, just outside Tsunade's office. There were no marks, no summoning seals, just Haji's unique thod of teleportation, born from his mastery of the Flying Thunder God's principles, fused with his psychic perception. As long as he could sense the destination, he could go there.
Sakura adjusted herself as they landed, still not quite used to Haji's thod of travel. Haji, towering in his massive power armor, nodded calmly. Tsunade's chakra signature was just beyond the door.
He walked ahead, opening it with a quiet push.
Inside, Tsunade looked up from her desk. Her golden eyes softened slightly as they landed on him.
"You're back," she said simply.
Haji gave a nod. "Naruto and the others should have made it back safely earlier than us." as he remove his helt, hissing as it ca out.
Sakura stepped beside him, offering a tired smile. "We stayed behind for a bit. As Haji needed to do sothing."
Tsunade took a second to scan them both. They looked fine. Dusty, a little sun-worn, but no injuries. With her shoulders relaxing, she exhaled lightly.
"Good," she said, returning to her papers. "You're always welco back."
Haji's silver eyes held hers for a mont. "If you need , I'll be in the lab."
"Of course," Tsunade replied, tone warm but casual.
With that, he turned and walked out.
Beneath the Hokage Tower, deep below even the foundation, Haji descended into his domain.
His lab.
But calling it a lab, didn't do it justice
It was more than a scientific facility, it is his sanctuary.
It was a cathedral of war and discipline, forged through psychic effort and willpower. A hidden fortress-temple carved into the earth, where only Haji could enter. Its defenses were layered with psychic locks, ntal seals, and invisible fields that would dissolve intruders without ever sounding an alarm.
The light within ca from embbed chakra crystals, above the obsidian floors etched on the walls and ceiling, with patterns. Every part of this space reflected purpose, precision, and silence.
Along one wall, five containnt pods stood silent. Once, they had housed the organs Haji had grown and implanted into himself. Now, their chambers were shut, their task complete. His body was fully transford, every vital organ implanted, except for those he had deed unnecessary.
On the other side of the room stood two stands for his armors. His current one, gleaming, powerful, shaped after the Grey Knights and Primaris designs, towered tall. And beside it, his first armor: pristine, untouched by ti, restored by his psychic control, on it's stand. Both stood like statues of war.
He raised his arm, and slowly, piece by piece, his current armor ca apart.
Chestplate. Shoulders. Greaves. Gauntlets.
Each part floated off, guided by invisible psychic tethers, and gently lowered onto the stand. Soon, he stood alone, no longer clad in warplate, but still formidable. His black hair was tousled slightly from the helm, and his silver eyes glead faintly in the cool lab light.
Despite his armored form being removed, he still stood at 2.5 ters tall, a figure reshaped through implants and discipline. He moved without sound toward his central desk.
Here, on the massive chakra-glass table, sat scrolls, designs, sealed files, weapons, and inventions. Civilian dicine tools, chakra filter designs, improved seal batteries, food ration replicators, and dozens more.
But what drew his gaze was not a scroll or tool.
It was mory.
Haji placed both hands on the edge of the desk, lowering his head slightly.
He rembered his past life, a world without chakra or ninja. A world where the Naruto story was fiction. But here, it was all real. The danger. The stakes. And he knew what was coming.
Akatsuki had begun moving.
Obito, behind a mask, was planning sothing monstrous, the Moon's Eye plan hidden in shadows.
Zetsu, both black and white, twisted the world's history, pulling strings toward Kaguya's return.
Other villages still eyed Konoha, suspicious and greedy.
On the moon, the Otsutsuki moved in silence.
And beyond the stars, he rembered even greater threats. The alien bloodline of gods. The ones who devoured chakra-rich and life worlds like this one. The ones Kaguya fled from.
Haji's breath slowed. His eyes narrowed.
He couldn't leave yet.
Not until this world was ready.
He could travel the multiverse now, he had confird that while ditating in the Warp. This world's version of that energy was untainted, raw and clean. With enough power gathered in one or two hours, he could open a hole through the dinsional barrier. He had already glimpsed echoes of other worlds, strange cities, titanic monsters, caped warriors, and moonlit horrors.
But he wouldn't leave. Not yet.
Sakura. Shizune. Tsunade. Ino. And all the people he cared about.
This place mattered to him now. It was no longer just a story, it was a world he had beco part of.
And that ant protecting it, before choosing to leave it.
He glanced across the wall of weapons. His bolters, powered by psychic energy. His chainsword, made from chakra tal and responsive to elental infusion. His halberd, resting upright, quiet.
He moved to the command altar, gently tracing his fingers across the table.
A flick of his thoughts unlocked the security sequences.
Energy lines lit across the ceiling like veins of light, pulsing softly.
The lab breathed with quiet power.
Soon, he will solve all dangers in this world, in the fastest speed.
He turned, his black hair shifting slightly under the faint breeze of the ventilation system.
The crystals embbeded above glowed steady.
He wasn't done yet.
End of Chapter 111
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