Chapter 24 – The Sound Beneath the Surface
The day had grown long, and the clinic air smelled of disinfected herbs, hot poultices, and faint coppery traces of blood. Hajime washed his hands slowly, his mind drifting as he dried them on a clean cloth. The latest patient, a merchant with a dislocated shoulder, muttered thanks as he staggered out the door, arm freshly bandaged and tight in a sling.
Hajime nodded politely, offered a short farewell, then reached for his notebook to record the case.
"Dislocation of the left humerus… chakra irritation minimal… full range of motion expected in two weeks…"
A cough came from behind him, an older man, already seated, with a bruised ankle and a noisy attitude.
"Oi, kid," the man grumbled as Hajime approached. "You hear? Big news from the west. The Chūnin Exams're back on. Konoha's hosting 'em. A week from now, give or take."
Hajime's brush paused midstroke.
The man continued, oblivious. "Traders says konoha and sand Village will participate together, and other Ninja's villages, and too nobles and daimyo as well. Gonna be a big show this time."
"Is that so?" Hajime asked quietly, finishing the note and kneeling beside the man's leg.
He began examining the ankle, but his focus was already elsewhere.
The Chūnin Exams.
Konoha.
A week from now.
He knew the event. The tournament. The showcase of young ninja talent. But more importantly… the plan that came with it.
Orochimaru.
The Konoha Crush.
He remembered enough from his past life to know the outline: Orochimaru, a former Leaf shinobi turned rogue, would attack during the Chūnin Exams using his own hidden village and a manipulated Sand alliance. The Hidden Leaf would survive, barely. The Third Hokage would fall. Orochimaru's arms would be sealed. Chaos and fire would mark the end of the event.
But to Hajime, the significance was simpler.
Tsunade would be called back to Konoha.
She would become Hokage.
And with her rise… Hajime would be able to walk into the Hidden Leaf Village beside her. Not as an outsider. Not as a wandering Shinobi.
But as her student.
And once inside… everything would change.
After finishing the patient's care and offering final words of advice, Hajime quietly excused himself and returned to his quarters in the back of the clinic.
He locked the door.
Sat cross-legged on the woven mat.
And let the silence close around him like a curtain.
This was it.
The pieces were moving.
The opportunity was coming.
Everything he had worked toward, from his first steps in this world to weeks of medical study under Tsunade and Shizune, had led to this moment.
And yet…
He wasn't ready.
Not fully.
He looked at his hands. Calloused now. Sharper. Steadier. They'd held scalpels, applied chakra threads, closed wounds, and balanced delicate chakra flows across injured nerves. They were the hands of a healer-in-training.
But to take the next step, to truly wield strength in this world, he knew what had to come next.
The gene-seed.
It still pulsed faintly in the back of his mind, not in sound or feeling, but as a presence, sealed in that hidden vault of his soul, quietly waiting. Silver and inert, cradled in wards of psychic intuition he didn't understand but had accepted.
He didn't know where it had truly come from.
He didn't know why it waited so patiently inside him.
But he believed one thing with absolute certainty:
It would make him stronger.
Maybe not right away. Maybe not without pain or risk. But stronger nonetheless.
Stronger than any chakra training.
Stronger than any bloodline.
Stronger than the fragile path of a mere medic.
With the strength granted by the gene-seed, he could endure anything. Protect himself. Finish what he started. Save lives. Survive.
His training had given him knowledge.
But the gene-seed… that would give him power.
Still, he hesitated.
He had studied the human body now. Learned its systems. Its delicate balance. Implanting a foreign structure, especially one so strange, so unlike anything native to this world, could be fatal if done poorly. One wrong cut, one misplaced chakra pulse, and he might shred his own heart. Or worse.
But if he waited too long… he might never get another quiet moment to try.
Cause after the Konoha Crush, Orochimaru will come Tsunade with his arm sealed wanting to treat his injury
Even though from the memories of his past life, knows Orochimaru won't hurt Tsunade, but he can't just trust his memories of an fiction, when this is reality.
He felt unsafe.
He clenched his fist.
The idea of Failure haunted him. Not for the sake of Dying, but because failure meant wasting the gift. Losing the chance to become what this world had never seen. Not a shinobi. Not a warrior. Something else. Something armored in will.
He stood slowly and crossed the room to the old wooden chest where his equipment was kept, scrolls, salves, surgical blades, chakra-threaded wire, antiseptics.
It was almost time.
"I'm not ready," he whispered. "But I won't ever feel ready. So I'll act anyway."
No fanfare. No reckless emotion. Just clarity.
In one week, the world would change.
And Hajime would not be left behind.
End of Chapter 24 – The Sound Beneath the Surface