Somewhere nearby, a phone camera lowered shakily.
The video had already been uploaded.
Silver slipped through the shadows and returned home unnoticed.
No alarms.
No pursuit.
He lay down in bed, mask already gone, body shrinking back into that of a child.
Exhaustion hit him all at once.
"So… this is how it begins," he whispered.
Darkness took him.
Morning.
Sunlight.
Silver opened his eyes.
"…Today," he murmured, "six years ago was the day I reincarnated."
Ten years old.
The canon was six years away.
Plenty of time.
He sat up—
And froze.
[System Notification]
[First Popularity Threshold Reached]
[Reward Granted: Akatsuki Member – Deidara]
Silver blinked.
"…Already?"
The air rippled.
Somewhere else—
A man with messy blond hair bolted upright in his bed.
"…the hell is happening?!"
Memories slammed into his mind.
Explosions. Clay. Art. Loyalty.
And another set of memories—this world. This body.
"Wait—leader—?!"
The man vanished.
Silver looked up calmly as space twisted.
A man appeared in front of him, yellow hair tied back, eyes wide with shock.
"…You," the man whispered. "You're my leader?"
Silver smiled.
"Yes."
The man swallowed.
"Then… what do I do?"
"You have two sets of memories," Silver said casually. "One from that world. One from this."
He tilted his head.
"By the way—what's your name here?"
"…Kiiroi Kami."
"Good."
Silver turned away.
"From tomorrow, you hunt villains. Don't leave them alive."
Kiiroi stiffened. "…Understood let the world know my art haha."
"One more thing."
Silver tossed him a yellow mask.
"Wear it. Don't get noticed."
Space warped again.
Kiiroi vanished—reappearing in a small apartment.
I don't think the first one who I got is deidara.
Silence returned.
Silver lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Akatsuki had taken its first breath.
And the shadows were finally moving.