Shou's books and Serious looks.

The next day Sirius transmuted himself a huge duffel bag from the last remnants of black cloth and personally went to the city, namely back to the mall. Of course, he vowed not to return to the damn store, but on his first trip, he bought only the essentials. And now he needs fabric for clothes, tech that he cannot create himself, and a bunch of books on various topics.

After a quick purchase of a wide variety of fabrics - which took up his entire bag so the Alchemist made a second one on the spot - Sirius went into the first store that showcased phones.

He created a passport for himself using the knowledge gained from his body in advance, so if he is was asked to present some kind of ID, he should be fine. Of course, if anyone checks his name in the databases, he's fucked.

Finally, Sirius bought himself a wi-fi router, a laptop, a phone, and a pair of headphones. He was interested in their wireless version, but he was sure he would fuck up somehow. The only problem was the lack of SIM cards, but he planned to get them through not entirely legal methods. His inner Wizard screamed bloody murder because of unfamiliar technologies, and he had never used something like that while existing with the Buttergems. If you live like a slave, you don't need luxuries. So even in this life, he couldn't get his hands on any normal phones until now.

The bookstore was the last on the agenda and the teenager left it a little disappointed. He knew that he wouldn't find everything in the books but still expected to see at least some big event that he could associate with the disappearance of Wizards and Alchemists from the face of the Earth.

Sirius sighed heavily and decided to take a walk through the streets of Musutafu. If he's lucky then everything will be fine, if not. Well, he'll have to break a couple of skulls. The bags on his shoulders didn't weigh anything because he created a shadow exoskeleton on his body that took all the weight on itself.

Black tried to enjoy the cool spring breeze as he did at Hogwarts, but it was far too cold. Therefore, he quietly cursed and wrapped himself in his cloak, the design of which he had stolen from the elder Elric. The cloak was red with a black symbol of Flamels on the back, giving Sirius the idea that Wizards and Alchemists didn't exist that far apart from each other timewise.

The Flamel family has existed for about a thousand years, they were present even at the creation of Hogwarts. So it wouldn't be a mistake to say that they had many relatives. But the elder Elric didn't have to be related to Flamel, he could just see the symbol of his family in the book and find it cool. Well, Black will never know.

Without noticing it, the young Alchemist found himself in a narrow alley with many small shops. Sirius had to blink a couple of times to return to reality and his senses were immediately overwhelmed. The smell of food and tea leaves, the sounds of music that seemed to come from all directions, the warmth of the lamp to which Sirius got too close, he felt it all.

Dozens of people walked along the narrow street, so it was a perfect spot for pickpockets. Black immediately transmuted his bags so that they couldn't be opened, one can never be safe enough. Finally, he decided to look at the shops around.

In a shop that seemed to sell every kind of tea in the world, Sirius bought a dozen different bags, he is still an Englishman at the end of the day. The old lady behind the counter even gave him a bag of dried mint for free.

Black memorized the ramen shop for the future and moved on, he wasn't hungry now. The next store sold musical instruments and Sirius bought a violin there. He knew how to play it from the memories of Selim Bradley, he also knew how to play the piano, but right now he had no desire to drag the fucking piano along with him. The alchemist smiled at the young girl behind the counter but passed by, not even noticing her blush.

Next up was an old electronics store. Sirius had no idea where the man with various instruments instead of fingers got hold of the cassette player. After some thought, the teenager decided to buy it - along with a couple of dozen random cassettes - and continue his exploration of the alley.

And then his gaze rested on a shop at the end of the street.

Unlike the others, this was not a covered street shop, but an old bookstore. Sirius slowly opened the heavy door to the building, keeping an eye on the ceiling. He didn't want to take a dip in the spider shower again.

A bell rang from the far wall, and Sirius's head snapped in that direction. An old man with small round glasses sat behind the counter, reading a newspaper. His horned gray-haired head was flipped over on top of his enormous body - Sirius was certain the man was at least two meters tall - which was covered by a dirty brown coat. The old man sat as if he was hunched over, but for some reason, the teenager suspected that this was not the case.

He did not even look up and pointed with his furry hand to the TV behind him. Not understanding anything, Black looked at the screen.

{Welcome to Shou's books. I'm Shou and I'm mute, so I can only communicate through sign language or this TV. Please, handle the books with care.}

'He didn't write it. . . The old man doesn't seem to be the polite type.'

Sirius sighed and began to read. Most of the books here were no different from the ones he saw in the mall. But sometimes he found an old copy that caught his attention.

Unfortunately, even among the old tomes, it was difficult to find something interesting, so the teenager brought only two books to the checkout: "The world's history until 2100." and "Baking for morons." He liked the writing style of the second book too much to leave it for someone else.

Sirius put the books on the table and Shou just glanced at them. He pressed a couple of buttons and a price appeared on the TV behind him. Surprisingly, it was much lower than Sirius expected, but you won't hear him complaining.

"Can you put aside the Pre-Quirk era history books for me if some come up?"

Shou nodded and continued reading. Black left the store after he paid for the books.

The old man only looked at his client when he turned around. He didn't like talking to people - he had enough talking in his long life - so usually he didn't even bother to remember their faces. But now, when he looked up, he saw something he never expected.

The same red coat he saw. . . how many years ago? His memory was not as sharp as before, one of the disadvantages of becoming a Chimera. Another disadvantage was his inability to speak and his weak body which used to be full of strength. But in return, his life was much longer than that of an ordinary person, even slightly longer than that of the Wizards.

'Although it all depends on their magical talents. An interesting part of the human race, it is a pity that there is not a single Wizard left in the world to experiment.'

Once a guy in the same red cloak destroyed his life and research. But then his new employers found him. They helped improve his body and even saved him after the explosion in the fifth laboratory. He worked, worked, worked, and worked. Until one day it was all over. And in a few days - or a few years? - he left this place.

He shook his head and went back to his newspaper. Only time will tell if this world would see a real Alchemist in action again. He needs to leave the country if it does. . .

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Sirius continued his walk until sunset and headed home in the dark. Of course, it was then that some idiots decided to rob him right under the surveillance camera The young Wizard was already automatically searching for nearby cameras and other sensors on the street, Aurors were trained to see such things.

Why these bastards decided to try to rob him right here and now, Sirius did not know, but that didn't stop him from cursing.

If he just got caught on cameras, he would not care, but now he is surrounded by Villains. Police will want to ask him a couple of questions and check his new documents, and with that came the interrogations and most likely the Orphanage.

While Sirius was looking for ways to get out of this situation, one of the robbers began to speak.

"Well? Kid, you're surrounded by four of the most dangerous people in the area. So give us your bags and you can go, otherwise, you'll have a few more holes in your body than you need."

Sneered one of the idiots and Sirius shook his hand. There were strange silver pipes on his wrists, so Black could safely assume it was his Quirk.

"One of the 'Four most dangerous people in the area' can be replaced with a gun? Higher Powers, I mean, look at you! Your arms look like melted ice cream, what kind of Quirk allows you to do that?!" The Villain wanted to say something, but Sirius did not stay on him for long. "You, fire-hair, can you do anything else? Like at all? And you, twat face. . ."

Sirius looked closely at the last member of the gang. He seemed somewhat familiar to him.

'Oh, right. He beat my body up while I was just a Quirkless boy.'

"I'm so going to break your legs," Sirius said, looking at the idiot seriously.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! As if you could, runt! What can you even do?" The leader of the gang asked with a sneer.

Unmoved by the Villain's comment, Sirius stretched a thin shadow wire underground and was already close to the camera.

"Damn, I have a feeling that I live in the world of clichés. What are you, clones? Meh, who cares."

Sirius' shadows crushed the camera and tied the four bastards from head to toe. They didn't even have time to raise a finger in their defense, everything happened too quickly. In just three seconds, they were trapped with no chance of escape, their mouths were gagged so they couldn't even scream.

The young Alchemist carefully laid his bags on the ground and placed the Villains on their knees against the wall as if to be shot. Sirius straightened up and folded his arms behind his back like a general in the army.

"Have you heard about The Law of Equivalent Exchange? "To obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." I found out about it not so long ago, but fuck, I needed something like that much earlier."

All the things from Villains' pockets fell to the ground and they could only look at it with wide eyes. They thought they had found a walking moneybag - considering how many things he bought - but in reality, they ran into a landmine.

"In other words, gentle-scum, I'm going to do the same to you as you did to me. Not the most accurate interpretation, but I don't care." Shadows began to shrink around their bodies and the bandits began to scream silently. "You know, I hope that you go to the police. I want to look at their faces when you tell them that a child crippled you."

The bones in the legs of the gang leader snapped like twigs and the Villains stared in horror at the green-eyed child. Shouldn't children dream of becoming Heroes?!

Sirius walked slowly from the gang leader towards the end of his impromptu line. He walked past the second Villain and the bones in his legs turned to dust. A couple more steps and the third goon shared the same fate. The Homunculus stopped in front of the last Villain and looked him straight in the eye.

"I won't tell you to stop or find a normal job. People like you never change. So take my last piece of advice." Sirius leaned over to his ear. "Try to stay alive."

Shadows twisted and turned his body, breaking the Villain's bones. Of course, much of Sirius's decision to cripple them lay in his experience as an Auror. If you can make sure that criminals could never move again, they cannot harm anyone. Exceptions were so rare that he could count them on the toes of Alastor Moody's wooden leg. There were none.

Black turned around and let the unconscious Villains fall to the ground, not worrying that he would hurt them even more. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

"Today was far too annoying for my taste."

Sirius took the player out of his bag and inserted the first cassette he could find in his hand. After a couple of seconds, there was a loud grinding in his ears that made him jerk and drop the headphones to the ground.

"What the hell?!"

He took the cassette out of the player and looked at the title.

{3 hours of grinding metal. ~Golden Album!}

". . ." Sirius stared at the writing. "Now I understand why no one bought anything from him."

Sirius sighed heavily and put everything back into his bag. He didn't want to check every tape near the place where he just crippled four people - and possibly killed one. So he walked briskly in a random direction.

He made sure that his face was never visible to cameras, but even Black wasn't perfect. So he decided to confuse the police - they would definitely look for the child who was attacked by four Villains - and disappear from their radar.

Sirius used his shadows to hide his face, leaving only his eyes visible. Then he took off his cloak and made himself a black turncoat using a piece of cloth from his bag. He walked a couple of blocks closer to his house and hid all his belongings inside the floor.

"I should've done this before. . ." He muttered, transforming into his thirteen-year-old form.

After his quick transformation, Sirius headed to Tokyo, the most populous place in Japan. Yes, he was already hidden from the cameras, but he couldn't return to his home just like that. So now runty Sirius took a couple of hours to get to Tokyo and another hour to hide - stroll - on the streets of Japan's capital.

At the very beginning of his walk, Sirius merged with the crowd and spent time profitably - stealing even more money and jewelry. Although with every second it became more uncomfortable for him to be surrounded by so many people. He constantly waited for an attack from someone in the crowd, although he knew that it would never come.

After the war with Voldemort, where even the most ordinary-looking Muggle could turn out to be a Death Eater. And yes, low-rank Death Eaters worked under the cover of the Muggles they hated so much.

Or was Sirius' paranoia born because of his memories? He didn't technically live his past life or the life of Selim Bradley, so he had no reason to be paranoid.

'Well, old habits die hard. It's a useful habit, although annoying. I can accidentally hurt someone if they bump into me.'

He was knocked out of his thoughts - literally - by a semi-invisible girl who bumped into him. And wasn't that ironic? To be honest, Sirius was surprised by the level of her stealth. She fell to the ground and people had to go around her so as not to trample her to death.

"Owie. . ."

Sirius lifted the girl to her feet with his shadows, making her yelp in surprise. She was wearing a red sweater with a cat face on it and black jeans. She also had a knitted hat, most likely put on so that no one accidentally hit her in the head, and white gloves.

'Maybe I need gloves too. . .'

Her slightly unkempt wavy brown hair fell to her shoulders, slightly longer than Sirius's. She had a small nose and thin lips, and her dark chocolate eyes reminded him of Hermione. The young Alchemist couldn't tell if her skin was pale or simply too translucent. Most likely, the ultraviolet rays just pass through it, so it was a combination of two effects.

"I'm sorry to knock you off your feet, I wasn't looking where I was going." He looked at her for a couple of seconds. "But "owie" seriously?"

Sirius thought her cheeks were flushed, but he couldn't be sure. She scratched the back of her head from embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy to not notice me. Not the first time this has happened. . ."

Toru Hagakure was a girl of the same age as Sirius, and no, she's not 400 years old. From birth, she was invisible, a very scary Quirk if used by someone with bad intentions.

"I don't see how someone couldn't notice you. Have a good day, brown eyes." Sirius smiled softly, but his smile was visible only in his eyes.

Toru just stared at the back of a teenager with a shadow instead of his face - well, or the shadow was just covering his face, with different Quirks today it was impossible to know for sure. Dozens of people passed by her, but the girl did not seem to notice them. Hagaukre has never seen her own face, neither in the mirror nor in the photos. So the teen's words shocked her. Her hand slowly moved up to the corner of her eye.

"Brown. . ?"