Silver slipped.
Not on blood.
Not on rain.
On a toy.
A small plastic hero figurine skidded across the wooden floor as his foot caught it, and his balance vanished. His body tilted—
—and the world lurched.
Silver jolted awake.
His eyes snapped open as he gasped, small hands clutching at soft bedsheets.
"…Hah… hah…"
Silver froze.
This room was… big.
All might Posters on the wall. A low bookshelf filled with manga. A toy box near the bed. A desk cluttered with notebooks and action figures.
"…My room?"
He slowly raised his hands.
Small.
Chubby.
Childlike.
"…What?"
He slid off the bed, feet touching the floor—and nearly lost his balance again. His legs were short. His body light.
A mirror stood near the wardrobe.
Silver stepped toward it.
A child stared back at him.
Messy black hair. Soft face. Big eyes.
"…I'm a kid."
Not just any kid.
"I'm… four?"
Memories settled into place, smooth and natural, like they had always been there.
This world.
This body.
This family.
"I wasn't an orphan…"
Silver swallowed.
He had parents.
A mother who scolded him for staying up late reading manga.
A father who worked long hours and watched hero news every night.
They were alive.
Real.
"…Good."
He sat down on the bed, letting the realization sink in.
So that accident—
"My bike…"
His chest tightened.
"I lost it five years ago."
Yet it had appeared right in front of him. Perfect. Untouched.
"…So that was the trigger."
Death.
Reincarnation.
System activation.
He exhaled slowly.
"Isekai logic checks out."
In his previous life he is big fan of big 3.
Naruto.
One Piece.
Bleach.
The Big Three.
A weak laugh escaped him.
"Figures."
He'd grown up loving them. Ninjas, pirates, soul reapers—worlds where power cool as faaaaa.
Then his eyes shifted.
My Hero Academia.
"…Right."
He'd watched it recently—back in his old life.
"Super cool world," Silver admitted quietly. "Heroes, quirks, society built on powers…"
But his smile twisted.
"I never liked the spotlight."
His mind drifted to another story.
eminence in shadow.
Cid Kagenou.
A man who acted like a background character—
while pulling the strings from the dark.
"That's the ideal."
A side character.
A nobody.
"…But secretly a villain."
Silver leaned back onto the bed.
"This is the MHA timeline…"
He searched his memories.
"All Might is still active."
"No Deku yet."
"UA entrance exam is years away."
"…Perfect."
Four years old.
Plenty of time.
His eyelids grew heavy.
"For now… sleep."
Darkness gently pulled him under.
"Silver."
A deep voice.
"Silver, wake up."
His eyes fluttered open.
A tall man stood at the doorway, adjusting his tie. Black hair. Tired eyes. A familiar presence.
"…Dad?"
The man smiled.
"Morning. Get ready—we're going to the hospital."
Silver blinked.
"…Hospital?"
His father nodded.
"Today's your quirk checkup."
The words hit like lightning.
Quirk.
Silver sat up instantly.
"…Today?"
"Yes," his father said calmly. "You're four now. It's time."
Silver's heart pounded.
"So this is when it happens…"
The hospital was bright. Clean. Busy with families and children.
Silver sat on the examination bed, legs swinging slightly as a doctor adjusted some equipment.
"Alright," the doctor said kindly, glancing at the monitor. "Let's see what you've got."
A brief hum.
A soft flash.
The doctor's eyes widened.
"…Interesting."
Silver's father leaned forward. "Doctor?"
The doctor smiled.
"Your son has a quirk."
His father's face lit up. "Really?!"
"Yes," the doctor continued. "It's a rare type."
He glanced at Silver.
"An absorption-based quirk."
Silver stayed silent, face innocent.
The doctor explained, "It allows him to absorb and release the physical manifestations of other quirks. Energy, constructs, emitted forces—anything tangible."
Silver's father stared in awe.
"…That's amazing."
Silver looked down at his small hands.
Preta Path.
So it existed.
Even here.
"…Interesting," Silver thought.
No flashy eyes.
No obvious signs.
Just power.
Hidden.
And as his father thanked the doctor, Silver smiled softly.
"Looks like the shadows start early."