Chapter 14 – Mind Over Mist
"Victory is earned not through strength alone, but by mastering the battlefield within the mind."
The mist had deepened.
Even as blood from Haku's wound trickled onto the floorboards, the warehouse was nearly drowned in a fog so thick that sight became meaningless. Only the sound of breath, the creak of shifting weight, and the hum of tension filled the air.
Hajime stood still, kunai lowered slightly now, not out of mercy, but calculation.
Haku's right hand bled heavily, his forearm marked with a deep gash. The Earth Release: Foot-Grip Bind had damaged his stance and timing. Hajime knew he had only moments before Haku adapted.
"You're clever," Haku said, his voice tight with pain. "But you've only bought seconds."
Hajime exhaled slowly, letting his breath blend into the mist.
"I only need one."
Then he moved.
Hajime dashed sideways, vanishing briefly into the thickened fog. Haku launched a senbon blindly, but Hajime wasn't heading toward him, he was circling.
He didn't need another jutsu. He needed precision. And timing.
As he circled behind Haku, he remembered every lesson learned from observation, experimentation, and the merciless repetition of solo training.
Every technique had a counter. Every rhythm could be broken.
Haku's breathing pattern had shifted, a momentary hitch in his exhale.
Pain.
And hesitation.
Just enough.
With one last silent step, Hajime threw his hand forward.
Earth Release: Earthen Embrace Coffin!
The ground beneath Haku surged up, not as a spike or a trap, but a full-bodied sheath of hardened stone. It wrapped around his legs, waist, arms, and chest, slamming closed like a sarcophagus with only his head exposed. A brutal squeeze, dense and unmoving, pinning every limb.
The mist froze.
Even Haku's breath halted.
He struggled, attempted to shift his shoulders, but the chakra-hardened earth was immovable.
"No hand seals. No movement. No suicide," Hajime said coldly, stepping into view.
Haku's eyes narrowed behind the mask. "You won't kill me?"
"I didn't say that." Hajime walked slowly forward. "But I need you more than I need you dead."
He formed a hand seal. A flow of chakra passed into the containment structure, subtly disrupting the natural chakra flow around Haku's body. It wasn't a perfect suppression, Hajime didn't have sealing skills, but it was enough to create constant chakra resistance and make any fine control unstable.
Haku flinched, barely.
"Zabuza," Hajime murmured. "He's everything to you. If I kill you, I gain nothing. But if I take you… he'll come. Won't he?"
Haku's silence was the only answer Hajime needed.
Hajime stepped backward, and with a pulse of chakra into the floor, reopened the hidden tunnel that snaked beneath the warehouse. Dirt peeled back smoothly, revealing the reinforced earthen corridor he had used to infiltrate the area.
Without wasting a second, he hefted Haku, still sealed in stone, onto a sliding stone sled he had fashioned earlier. Then he ran.
The tunnel trembled with the weight of his pace and the drag of chakra-infused stone. Every turn, every shift in incline, he navigated with instinct and memory. Time felt brittle. He couldn't stay long.
As he neared the end of the tunnel, he spotted Koji, unconscious but breathing, curled just beside the tunnel mouth. Relief and panic clashed in Hajime's chest. He crouched, quickly checking the boy's vitals.
"Still alive… just exhausted."
He scooped Koji up gently, cradling the small body against his chest. With one arm he pulled the stone sled forward again, dragging Haku along.
Minutes later, he emerged from the hidden entrance deep in the woods, his body slick with sweat.
He caught up with the rescued children first, ushering them gently toward the camouflaged forest path leading to safety. Hajime gave curt instructions, masked by calm.
"Run to the old trail. Follow the flags I set. Don't look back."
They nodded, some crying, but obeyed.
Only once they were gone did he turn back to the tunnel and, straining with effort, drag the stone-encased Haku and carry the unconscious Koji toward his underground base.
Back in the underground base...
The stone walls of Hajime's chamber glowed with soft lantern-light. Dust settled as the containment jutsu reformed in a stone alcove, Haku bound tightly inside, now unconscious from chakra exhaustion.
Koji lay on a cot in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, breathing slow and steady.
Hajime paced once, twice, then stopped.
He looked down at his hands, shaking, not from fear, but from adrenaline.
He had just captured Haku.
Alone.
Not through brute force. Not through killing intent.
But through strategy. Words. Timing.
His breathing steadied. He turned to the sealed alcove.
Zabuza would come. He knew that now.
But Hajime had the leverage.
And more importantly, he had time.
End of Chapter 14: Mind Over Mist