Being an inspiration isn't what I was looking for in life. I'd be happy just leaving any kind of impact on the world. It's better to die in infamy than to live a life of obscurity. Unfortunately, I happened to inspire a few people around my age to become villains, or at least vigilantes or anti-heros.

Name: Crimson Blitzkrieg
Quirk: Matter Manipulation
Power: B
Speed: C
Technique: A
Intelligence: B
Cooperativeness: C

A week after the last chapter

As I sit in the bar area of the League's base, I stare at the people who seem to be looking at me. I didn't bring my mask today, but I play with my sword breaker, tossing it into the air and catching it repeatedly. The people are a petite blonde around my age with her hair in twin buns, and a mask leading to tanks on her back with pipes that lead to a syringe.

There's also a man wearing a full bodysuit colored black and grey with white where they eyes are. He's also wearing red bracelets

There's a lizard with a bandanna and a bunch if swords strapped together

And a few others are there. One looks like a mental patient at a dentist's appointment, one looks like a buff blond guy with a robotic eye, a birthday magician in a mask, a tranny, a kid in a gas mask, and the most interesting, a man with black hair, and lots of burned skin held to his face by metal rings. "So, you're the ones inspired by Stain." I say, deadpanning. A few of them nod. I look at the lizard and stand up. "You, Godzilla, stand up. Fight me with that sword." I say, emotionlessly. "What? You think that you'll win?" He asks. "Did I ask for your opinion? Get your ass up now before I kill you." I growl as I form a spear from the stool.

"You think that weapon can win a fight?" I ask as he grips his weapon and stands up. As I get into fighting position, he readies the sword as if it's a katana. I smirk and without warning, I charge him. He dodges his head to the right as I thrust the spear forward, nicking his neck, and he jumps back to try and gain distance from me, but I press my attack. I continue moving forward, slashing and thrusting with my spear, and he barely dodges or blocks my attacks, and the number of rips on his clothes increase. "Woah! That guy's really fast!" I hear the girl say with exitement. "Damn! I bet he could keep up with most pros!" The guy in black says. The emo just keeps watching intently. "You'll never beat me at this rate." I say as he goes for a slash, which I redirect into the ground with the butt of the spear, leaving him his a prime position to be stabbed. I thrust the weapon forward, and stop just short of his throat. "You're too careless, and your weapon is highly impractical. You'd be speed blitzed by several of the kids in UA. Sit down you useless lizard. Does anyone else want to test their skills?" I ask coldly.

The girl good off the table they're all situated at and takes a knife out of one of the boxes on her thighs. She still hasn't stopped smiling, as if she's not taking this seriously. I change my spear into a Crusader shield and grab another stool, shifting it into a shortsword. "Alright, let's do this." I say coldly before raising my shield in front of me. "Come on, why don't you use your quirk?" She asks cheerfully. "If I do while fighting with a sword and shield, you will most definitely die." I awnser. She shrugs and smirks before charging forward, leaning forward to reduce drag. I push forward for a shield bash, just to feel something push off of my shield. It turns out she jumped into the shield and flipped backwards while pushing off. I charge forward this time, going for a thrust with my sword, which she dodges, and dances away. I follow, going for stabs, slashes and shield bashes, but she keeps dodging. I morph my shield into another sword and continue slashing and stabbing. After a solid minute of this, and several broken tables/stools, I use my quirk to morph the floor around her foot as she lands after dodging an upwards slash. I spin follow through with the swing.

As I turn, I raise my other sword to he throat, just to notice her leaned up close to me, and a knife right at my neck. "Seems this one is a draw." I say before walking over to one of the not destroyed stools and sit down. "What? No more challenges?" I hear the Emo say. "Nah, I'll wait until tomorrow, then I'll learn your names, as well as kick your ass." I respond. He scoffs just as Hand Fetish walks in. "Hello there new recruits." He says, before getting cut off by the Emo. "Cut the crap, I'm not anyone's lackey." He growls. I raise my eyebrow as a smirk works its way onto my face. I form an invisible wall with the air, to block any potential flames from hitting me. Ooh! The emo wants to fight Hand Fetish! Someone get the popcorn!" I yell. Once I turn to the others, I ask a simple question. "So, what're your names, you mentally unstable criminals?" I ask while forming my mash from a plate, and flipping up my hood. "Hey! You're the guy that killed Stain!" Lizard man yells in surprise and anger. "Yeah, and apparently there's a bunch of teens in America running around in similar masks, calling themselves the Leigon." The tranny says. "I'm Himiko Toga." The girl says, drawing a knife while eyeing the tension between Emo and Hand Fetish. "Magne." The tranny says. "I'm Spinner! The one who will carry out Stain's dream!" The lizard yells. "I'm Twice!" The guy in black and gray says exitedly. "And I am Mr. Compress." The shitty magician awnsers. "Muscular." The buff blonde says. "Mustard." The kid in a gas mask responds. A short silence flows through the room.

"Like the gas or the condiment?" Twice and I ask simultaneously. "Jinx, double jinx! Stop copying me! Shut the fuck up!" Twice and I yell simultaneously. With a scream of frustration, I punch a hole in a wall. Toga and Dabi charge at Hand Fetish(I refuse to call him by his name!) And vice versa. Before anyone can land a blow, Kurogiri steps in. "Enough." He says, as he uses warp gates to redirect everyone's attacks. "There will be no bloodshed in my bar." He says sternly