Musutafu, Japan; 8:43 AM

The wait for the new world to start up was no more than three minutes.

As the loading screen progressed, even the folders and files disappeared around the boy. Only white was left, and blue and black squares appeared and disappeared in milliseconds, storing, resetting, and reading their own information in quick, efficient work.

At some point, reality expanded, changed shape and became a world where it flashed black to give way to masses of white basic shapes, and then came the colors, textures, actions, and so many things that formed beings and existences and everything in just a few seconds and—

With a snap, the sound of life comes back to his ears, and it's as if they never left.

He takes a deep breath, more surprised than scared.

Laughter, voices, footsteps and more footsteps against a cemented floor. Someone trips and falls beside him, and drops something heavy that makes a crash as it hits the ground.

He's still looking at the world around him.

A child trips and falls beside him.

This world is so much more colorful and... alive.

With his thoughts still slow, he takes his first step, and from there, he walks aimlessly through that unknown world.

• • •

Some time has passed. How much? The boy couldn't say for sure.

If he were to judge from his simple and erroneous point of view, he would say that little time had passed, for his feet did not ache from the walk, and not even a portion of his curiosity to look around had been sated.

But now, if I were to judge by the sky, we could say that many hours had passed, because the blue became darker, deeper, and the stars were already seen behind the few clouds that still had a pink color on the horizon.

It is much easier, however, to believe the first version. He couldn't even pay attention to his aching feet or growling stomach, his body silently protesting, disappointed in him, but how could they blame him? This world is too interesting.

Look around, look at the crowd!

Everyone is so different, there are people who don't even look human, but they are.

The place looks almost alien to someone who has lived a lifetime in a small town far from the rest of the world; it's bright and vibrant and colorful even at night, with neon signs and televisions playing a fashion interview in one of the windows.

Everything looked so magical...

And when he looks up, all the stars in the universe seem to be there, ready to be admired. It's not like his old world, where they were few and almost without shine, as if they were tired or about to disappear into the darkness. It's not like the last couple of years in his old world, where the sky got more and more cloudy, until the last few months it looked totally gray, about to consume all the colors in the world.

No, it's completely different, and it warms his heart.

As he watched, a woman with bat wings flew up and nearly dropped a shopping bag on top of him.

It wasn't as charming a situation as the stars, but he won't complain.

"Hey! It's forbidden to use quirks without a license here!" Someone yells in the distance.

Quirks, that was the main difference between his old world and the present one.

He thinks sadly how nice it would be to have some individuality. And then he wonders, with glee, if he could get one with the System's help.

• • •

The stone lion appears to be relaxed, lying in its not very spacious place, with its body around the fountain that splashes crystal clear water in all directions. It was beautiful, and against the stillness of the empty square, it looked sad and lonely.

The boy sits on the bench facing the fountain, the only sound of water being heard after his own footsteps have stopped.

The control panel appears before him, semi-transparent and slightly glowing, the bluish cast instead of white, not hurting his eyes by the contrast of the dark night.

The time is in the lower-left corner, with small white numbers, it is 9:07 pm, and the pleasant temperature is dropping every day as it is early autumn. The character files, having been reset hours ago, are still trying to take their places and organize themselves, information going up and down in terms of importance, calculations, corrections and programming by reading the story of the world and trying to eliminate any errors caused by great unplanned acts, and thus leave the story functional and correct.

The boy is easy to find, his file is inside the main characters folder, and the security of the System surrounds his being and seems to look him up and down. It is, without a doubt, the biggest error found in this initialization, he's not into the story, he doesn't have any lines programmed into the script, God, he's not even compatible with the other files in this world, and his small 1MB file fights valiantly to keep he tight, without drastic bugs and avoiding incompatibility errors as much as possible.

It would be easy to exclude the problem, but his file screams in return, "Administrator Privilege", and the System understands.

It's not just a file, it's the new owner of the System itself and all that it represents.

And knowing this, the entire System goes to work to reorganize the file so that it becomes better compatible, the programming lines changing and preparing to receive and maintain any difference caused in the script, so that the actions are not lost in time and everything continues as if the contact with the new character had never existed.

The System works and works, and in the meantime, it delivers the part that was left free for the administrator to use, leaving all its efforts out of the boy's eyes so that it doesn't lose concentration: "Welcome to the Control Panel!"

The shadow walks forward only a little, something thin and long stretching from the side of its bent body to reach the wall where it still hides, the new member showing to be the missing arm of its form. The smaller shadow bends close to the ground, its arms already made, even if defective.

As in the other worlds, there were sketches of art, long videos and images where the story was shown, in addition to scenes never officially released to the public. Among these, characters separated by family names rested near the bottom, at the top of the list of named folders, "Uchiha", which caught his attention, as he was pretty sure he'd heard it once, back in his previous life, in some distant conversation his classmates had between them.

The boy waves to the shadows, and they, eyes twisting into something smiling, wave back, the larger creature's hand being without properly grown fingers.

Indra, Madara, Sasuke, Izuna... so many names followed by Uchihas, each with their own folder, each with its own wealth of information, images, powers and story... below him, "Sharingan", and the boy lets out an enchanted sigh as those red eyes seem to see into his soul.

The shadows seem to melt, merging with the ground.

The boy decides that he will read the information about all this later.

With barely contained glee, he selects and copies the files, returning to the current world and pasting his folders. From there, grueling work: Open the files, copy important stuff, go back and open your file, paste and wait a while, then go back and delete the copy of the character you had brought with you.

Now do this for everyone on the list, again and again, don't forget any steps!

"Do you want to replace this file?"

•"Yes"• "No"

Do it again and again, be careful not to get tired... but a woman appears and breaks the vicious cycle with a worried voice:

"Everything is fine?" She was tall and wore a strange costume, a long cape that covered most of her body, only her shoes showing, with her feet as thin as the ends of a pencil. She leans forward, her hand on the boy's shoulder, and the exaggeratedly large blue bow on her head makes an impossible move not to fall forward. "Do you need help?"

"Oh," he snaps out of his distracted state, turning off the control panel, "no, thank you, I'm actually really fine! This is one of the most amazing days of my life!"

He told it with sincere enthusiasm, catching a brief flash of one of the woman's eyebrows rising from behind a small slit in her smooth, long, dark fringe.

"Hm, if you say so; but don't stay too late in a place like this, there are bad guys out there and that's a risky area."

"Alright, I'll go now then. Thank you so much for worrying about me, have a good night!" And with that, he rises from his seat and runs back to the supposed safety that the streets lined with shiny shops and still crowded with people should offer.

Behind him, there's a low click of the tongue, followed by a whisper, "What a strange boy."

Probably the woman will never know that said boy heard her.

Dodging people, the boy is still smiling, his happiness unshakable. Tomorrow will be a wonderful day just like this one, he can feel this certainty coming from the bottom of his heart!

"Someone is asking for admin privileges, allow?"

"Access Denied Successfully!"

This new life is just lovely, ah!

• • •

Two forgotten files remain silent in their places. The system catches up with them, and a series of compatibility errors follow, along with improvised programming.

When they seem stable enough to not interact with the world and cause irreversible errors, the System initializes them and goes to the next job, a small warning appearing before the eyes of the characters that, until then, were asleep inside their respective files:

"Sasuke Uchiha and Madara Uchiha, welcome to Boku no Hero Academia"

• • •

The boy looked directly at the man who was breaking a car window with a crowbar.

"... Hey! Kid! What are you looking at?!", he turns and runs before the thief decides to chase him, fleeing this not-so-safe part of town.

Apart from this small incident, things were still good!

His body weighs and aches terribly, and the tiredness seems to come from the inside out, gripping all of his limbs, squeezing his head and screaming against his ears to let him know he's at his limit, so, please, stop.

Hunger made him sick, but even if he knew of his condition, what could he do? Without money, it was impossible to buy something to eat and...

"... Hm?", a person stands face to face with him.

He was thin, very thin, also very short for his age. Messy, careless brown hair reaching down to his shoulders, his skin a mess of pale and brown, leaving brief doubts as to what the main color was.

It was his own image, reflected in a large mirror in front of a beauty shop.

His good mood gets a violent shake.

He tries, without much success, to focus on the tiredness that seems about to drag him to the filthy floor of the streets and forget about the image in the mirror. He tries, with great effort, to forget that that image is himself.

It doesn't quite work, even when he hide his hands behind his back.

"You look like a dalmatian with those spots on your skin," a young, mocking voice whispers against his ear, and he almost manages to name her, it was a girl, she was...she was in sixth grade, wasn't she? "Your hair looks awful, and oh God, those bags under your eyes…how do you manage to look at yourself in the mirror?"

This was the point, he couldn't.

They were covered in a thick towel in his room, facing the wall, so he would never need to see any of this in his own room.

Other voices blend into that one, agreeing and giving their own opinions, and then there are shadows and delusions telling him supposed horrible truths while Mom calls him a devil, and that old, tearing urge to rip his own face off with his nails comes back and it hurts so bad and—

"W-what's that!?" A loud voice interrupts all his thoughts. And the strange boy who appeared suddenly throws something sharp in the direction of the nearby bike.

There is no sound of impact.

The whispers cease.

He also throws something, but again there is no impact sound.

The smaller boy, who was wearing a blue blouse, started to look around, his entire body tense as if ready for battle.

The other, the adult, was much more flashy, wearing samurai armor with red plates and having long, thick hair. And his eyes, oh... his eyes glowed red.

"Who are you?!" Asked the boy in the blue shirt, taking another surprised jump when he noticed the man-samurai beside him, correcting himself while letting the two of them in his line of sight: "Who are you two!?"

In return, the man took... a guitar? A weapon that was shaped like a guitar, the boy foolishly corrects himself, no longer able to think about his own reflection in the face of such a confusing and interesting scene.

Looks cool.

"Oh", the one in red armor lowers his weapon a little, "two children?"

"What? Who are you calling a kid?!" The boy approaches silently, trying to touch the arm of the stranger with the blue shirt. His hand, as expected, passes as if the other is a ghost. "What t-"

"Oh, hallucinations... how strange, they didn't have so many colors before...", he muttered, more to himself than to the other two present there, who were looking at him strangely.

"You", the first one, with samurai armor, points to the one in the blue shirt after analyzing the place where he was, "explain yourself".

"Which?" The boy looked very offended, but without warning, his tense body seemed to freeze, trapped under the weight of some power.

"Oh, I see, it's introductions, correct?" The silly boy asks smiling, not bothering to notice the tension of the situation and the intent to kill.

After all, hallucinations are a part of his life, and there's nothing to fear from them other than cruel words, right?

... Right?

If only it were that simple...

He, however, ignores all the bad feelings, and puts his brightest smile on his face as he introduces himself to the two in front of him:

"It's a pleasure to meet you two! My name is Ren!"