The afternoon sun hung low over Konoha's training fields, casting long shadows on the cracked earth. Heat shimred in the air, and birds circled lazily overhead. But within the open clearing, the atmosphere was anything but calm.
With a loud boom, the ground splintered beneath Sakura Haruno's fist, a small crater forming where she struck. Dust exploded outward, and chunks of soil flew through the air.
Haji stood just a few ters back, arms at his sides, expression calm. He hadn't moved much, just enough to let the strike miss by inches.
"You're leaning too far into the punch," he said, his voice even.
Sakura growled, panting lightly. "You could at least try to dodge like a normal person."
"I am dodging."
"No, you're shifting!"
Haji's lips twitched slightly. "Then hit better."
At thirteen, Sakura had improved imnsely, especially since Tsunade had passed more of her training to Haji. Her chakra control had grown sharper, her dical knowledge deeper, but it was her strength that had truly changed. The special taijutsu Tsunade taught, using refined chakra control to amplify physical attacks, had turned her small fra into a compact missile of power.
Still, Haji hadn't so much as flinched.
"You're too still," she said, trying to catch her breath. "Are you sure this is sparring and not bullying?"
"You asked to train."
"I didn't ask to punch air!"
"Then stop missing."
She rushed forward again, gritting her teeth. Her next punch ca faster, tighter, aid for his ribs this ti. But Haji pivoted his hips subtly, letting her arm slide past him. He placed two fingers against her back and tapped.
"Off balance."
"Argh!"
She stumbled forward and caught herself. Spinning on her heel, she tried to sweep his legs. He stepped over it, effortless.
"You're 2.2 ters tall," she muttered. "Your legs are like trees!"
"You're still shorter."
"I'm thirteen!"
Sakura's head barely reached his lower chest. She was tall for her age, but next to him, she felt like a kid sparring with a statue. A frustratingly unbreakable one.
Before she could charge again, a familiar voice rang out from behind.
"Haji~!"
Sakura turned, recognizing the confident tone imdiately.
Ino Yamanaka approached, hair tied up, wearing her usual violet attire from missions. She waved with one hand and held sothing in the other, a cloth-wrapped bento box.
"Training again?" Ino asked cheerfully. "You two sure spend a lot of ti out here."
"Helps burn off steam," Haji said.
Sakura crossed her arms. "More like I do all the work while he just breathes."
Ino stopped in front of Haji and offered the lunchbox. "Well, maybe this will give you so energy to finally fight back. I made it special."
Before Haji could reach for it, Sakura pulled sothing from her own bag, a different bento box, one she had kept wrapped carefully.
"I brought lunch, too," she said casually, not looking at Ino. "For after training."
Ino raised an eyebrow. "That so?"
"Yep. Full of protein and electrolytes. Training fuel."
"Mine has seasoned at rolls and dessert."
Sakura tensed. "That's not healthy!"
"It's delicious."
They both turned to Haji.
He looked at the two bento boxes. Then, without hesitation, said, "I'll eat both."
Ino blinked. "Both?"
"I'm still growing."
Sakura squinted. "You already tower over Tsunade-sama."
"I need the nutrients."
As if to prove it, he pulled out his own food container, a thick, heavy-looking lunch bar wrapped in wax paper. When he unwrapped it, it let out a low tallic clink against the bench beside him.
"What in the world…?" Ino murmured.
"Calcium bar," Haji said simply.
"You chew that?" Sakura asked skeptically.
"Yes."
Ino leaned closer. "Is that… tal?"
"It's edible."
Both girls stared as he casually bit off a piece. It cracked audibly in his mouth like biting through porcelain. He chewed it like a granola bar.
"That can't taste good," Sakura said.
"It doesn't."
Sakura sat down with a sigh. "You're impossible."
"You're improving," he replied between bites.
She rolled her eyes. "Stop saying that like a catchphrase."
Ino settled beside him as well, laying out her bento beside Sakura's. "Well, you've got options now, Haji. Two lunchboxes and a calcium brick."
He nodded. "Acceptable arrangent."
They ate together under the shade of a tree, the sounds of the training field replaced by birdsong and the rustling wind. Despite their earlier bickering, Sakura and Ino didn't argue again. They both watched as Haji calmly and efficiently worked through both of their als, thanking them only with small nods and quiet, "Good."
It was rare to see him speak much, but both girls had co to read his silences.
Ino leaned back and looked up at the sky. "You're not so bad when you're not being a training tyrant."
Haji drank from his canteen. "I'm consistent."
Sakura chuckled softly. "Yeah. And impossible."
He didn't deny it.
Later that evening, long after the girls had gone ho and the field was quiet again, Haji returned to the sublevels beneath the Hokage Tower. His private lab welcod him with the soft hum of filtered air and the soft glow from embedded light crystals.
In the center of the room, a reinforced containnt pod pulsed faintly. Suspended inside was the next of his organs, the Haemastan.
It was subtle in appearance, shaped like a hardened gland wrapped in vascular webbing. But its function was critical. Once implanted into one of the body's major blood vessels, the aorta, the inferior vena cava, or the femoral artery, it would bind directly to the flow of life itself.
Unlike the earlier organs, this wasn't ant to enhance strength or speed. The Haemastan would instead alter the composition of his blood, allowing it to carry oxygen and nutrients more efficiently, resist fatigue toxins, and regulate clotting under extre trauma. It was quiet work. Unseen. But vital.
Haji had chosen the abdominal aorta as the implantation site, a thick arterial highway just beneath the diaphragm and between both hearts. Anchored there, the Haemastan would be able to monitor and influence blood distribution across the entire body. Once active, it would beco a hidden failsafe against shock, blood loss, and environntal strain.
He had already made the necessary preparations. Over the past weeks, his internal structure had adapted. His ribs had thickened and now overlapped like natural armor, forming a dense barrier around his thorax. The bone density wasn't decorative, it was functional, shaped to withstand trauma that would rupture a lesser body.
Haji examined the containnt pod one last ti.
The nutrient flow was steady. The chemical suspension was stabilized. All readings were green.
He didn't smile.
He didn't speak.
But within his silver eyes, there was focus.
Absolute focus.
Only Tsunade knew what he planned next. She had reviewed the blueprints and diagrams with him in silence. Said nothing when he showed her the incision paths. Didn't flinch when he detailed the anchoring procedure.
No dical team. No assistants. No chakra.
Just his own hands.
His own will.
As always.
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