After a long moment of blankness, Baby Harry's awareness finally snapped back.
…Huh?
"Hey, Harry. Are you okay?"
A worried voice echoed directly inside his mind.
"Yeah, brother. I'm okay."
"…I've been calling you for the last five minutes. You didn't respond at all. What happened?"
Baby Harry hesitated, his thoughts still messy.
"I think… I just saw all your memories."
The Smoke Harry went silent for a second.
Memory transfer?
So it's that kind of cheat…
"I get it," Smoke Harry said calmly. "I've read novels like that where the protagonist can share his memories, experiences, and even abilities, with his other self."
There was a hint of expectation in his tone.
"So? Did you gain anything? An ability? A superpower?"
Baby Harry focused inward.
He scanned his body carefully.
Strength.
Something strange.
Anything at all.
…Nothing.
"I think our cheat is limited to memory transfer," he thought clearly.
"I didn't gain any abilities," he said.
"And I didn't turn into smoke either, like you are"
"…Try again," the Smoke Harry urged.
Baby Harry tried again and again, but no result
"Let me experience it as well. You say it now." Smoke Harry's words echoed in Baby Harry's mind
"…Synchronise."
Baby Harry didn't resist.
Inside his mind, he spoke a single word—
"Synchronise."
In the next instant, everything he had on his mind flooded toward the voice.
Every memory.
Every experience since his rebirth.
The Smoke Harry received it all at once.
———
A brief silence followed.
"…Why the hell are you reborn as a human baby while I'm smoke?"
The Smoke Harry snapped in frustration.
Baby Harry instinctively defended himself, throwing out ego-boosting words for Smoke Harry one after another.
Minutes passed.
"…Tch. Fine," the voice finally said, calming down.
"I think I know where we might be."
"What? Where?" Baby Harry asked.
"We might be in an anime world."
"Haha, sure," Baby Harry thought.
"I've read novels too, but not every protagonist ends up in an anime."
"Just listen," Smoke Harry cut in.
"When I was looking through your memories, something flashed by at insane speed. You didn't notice—it happened while you were crying and overthinking."
A pause.
"That person looked… familiar."
Baby Harry's heart skipped.
"…Like a character from Naruto."
His thoughts froze.
Shit.
Only one word echoed in his mind.
Because he remembered now.
Orochimaru.
The moment that name surfaced, the air around him turned heavy.
Something moved behind him.
A snake slithered out from the shadows, its body twisting and stretching—slowly reshaping into a human form.
Orochimaru appeared right in front of him.
His neck extended unnaturally close.
A long, wet, forked tongue slid out and brushed against Baby Harry's cheek.
Harry froze.
Piss leaked down his tiny legs as his vision blurred red
"The child of Uchiha… hiss…"
Orochimaru's voice was filled with twisted delight.
"You will be my new vessel…"
"Fuck," the Smoke Harry muttered grimly.
"You are heavenly screwed."
———
Before Baby Harry could understand anything else, he felt himself lifted.
…Hands?
"Brother, what should I do?" Baby Harry cried desperately.
"I don't want to die right after I reincarnate…"
Just try yelling 'Bankai!' at the top of your lungs—I'm sure it'll unlock your hidden prowess!
"But, Brother, I can't speak yet"
Orochimaru glanced at the crying infant.
"How undignified, my hand got wet" Orichimaru looked at his hand, which was holding the baby
His eyes gleamed.
With a single look—
Darkness swallowed Baby Harry's consciousness.