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Haruto steadied his breathing, feeling the chill of the metallic shell enveloping him. The incubator was a crude, fragile thing, but it was his—he'd crafted it with his own hands, weaving together every sliver of knowledge he had. It was the last vestige of safety he could cling to before plunging into the total void, shutting down his senses one by one. No light, no sound, no smell or taste, not even touch. The ultimate isolation.
He glanced at the flickering seals he'd inscribed with such precision, each one a vital component in keeping his body functioning while he drifted in that oblivion. Six months—that was all he had before the seals wore thin, before the device drained itself. Outside, the world had plunged into chaos, war's relentless march sweeping everything in its path. Only four months had passed since it erupted, and already it felt like a lifetime. Even Shizune was gone, called away to serve as a medical-nin on the frontlines. She had been his last connection to the world, the final thread tethering him to humanity. Now, he was alone. Just him and his machine.
Haruto's gaze lingered on the incubator, a strange mix of pride and urgency tightening in his chest. The machine represented everything he was—a fusion of the raw medical basics he remembered from a past life, the medical-nin expertise he'd honed in this one, and the intricate craft of fuinjutsu. Each seal, each thread of chakra that pulsed within, was a testament to his skill. He had designed it to take over his body's functions: muscle stimulation, nutrient flow, fluid regulation. The seals pulsed faintly, a quiet heartbeat, ticking down each precious second he had within this makeshift sanctuary.
He adjusted his position in the device, feeling the seals flicker to life, activating with a quiet hum. He felt a surge within him, familiar yet electrifying. Basic reward time, he thought, a hint of excitement surfacing through his controlled calm. He flicked through his options.
Stamina. The choice was obvious. He'd been pushing his endurance with each tier, every upgrade inching him closer to the impossible. This would be his fifth stamina boost since hitting Tier 2. He held his breath as the final confirmation glowed on his HUD.
Tier 3 stamina attained.
A grin broke across his face. Hell yeah. The words echoed in his mind, a thrill igniting as the energy coursed through him. This wasn't just an upgrade. It was transcendence.
Haruto's fingers twitched as he prepared to test his limits. He launched himself into a grueling sequence, each rep a testament to his newfound endurance. Where a Tier 2 would falter, he only felt his strength build, as if fatigue was a concept his body no longer recognized. He pushed harder, each movement flowing seamlessly, his muscles surging with unrelenting force.
But he wasn't satisfied. Eager to understand the full depth of his power, he took out a small blade, the cool steel pressing against his skin. In one swift motion, he drew a line across his forearm, deep enough to normally require stitches. He watched, breath held, as the wound began to close, skin knitting itself back together in under an hour. The sight filled him with awe, but he was only beginning to explore this new ability.
Driven by curiosity, he took the experiment further. He carefully sliced off the tip of his finger, preserving the small piece. Blood welled up briefly, but then his body's remarkable resilience snapped into action, stopping the flow as he activated his medical-nin techniques. With chakra-guided precision, he reattached the tip, feeling the tissue bind, the skin seal, until it was as if the injury had never happened. No scar, no lingering pain—just flawless reattachment.
He couldn't regenerate lost limbs or mend the impossible like legends he'd heard about, but Tier 3 stamina made him almost untouchable. Any cut, any wound would mend in record time, and exhaustion itself felt like a distant memory. The possibilities spun in his mind, a rush of excitement he hadn't felt in years. Grinning, he ran back to the incubator, mind racing with plans and improvements.
Over the next month, he worked relentlessly, tweaking and adjusting his routines. Originally, he'd set the body-enhancement treatments to run twice daily, cautious of overtaxing himself. But Tier 3 stamina meant that limit no longer applied. Now, he could withstand six treatments a day, his body ready for more, his limits stretching far beyond what he had thought possible.
The adjustments took another month passed in a blur. Each session carved away his previous limits, refining him into something new. The war outside had raged for five months now, but he barely noticed. All he knew was that when he finally emerged even if the system didn't reward him for removing all his sense… the body enhancement treatments alone would be worth it…
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