A few days after the last chapter. In Crimson's mind

Media isn't a bad thing. It informs people of the world around them. Of course, sometimes the media is a bit too political. Thankfully, this is not one of those times. Unfortunately, I'm not in the best of positions at the moment

Hosu, Japan

"Man, you gotta give these construction workers some credit. With all the villains attacks going on, they're repairing all the damages quickly." I say, walking through the streets. Thankfully, my parents aren't too hard on me for my "career". Usually, one of them "captures" me and the worst I get is a Stern talking to. The other times..... well, My mom isn't the Number 4 hero for nothing. Gotta watch out for Stain at the moment, he seems to have a very strong grudge against my mom and Endeavor specifically. As I arrive at my mom's hero agency, I see one of her scientists leaving the building.

"Hi there, Crimson!" She says, smiling as she notices me. "Hi, 21." I respond. "Have you seen my mom today? I wanted to see if she would be able to come home for dinner tonight." I ask. "Yeah! She went out to stop a bank robbery. It's a few blocks down to the west. It seems like a couple of thugs who got cocky." She says. "Thanks!" I say before running in the direction of the robbery while flipping up my hood and pulling my new mask, meant to replace my bandanna and goggles, out of my bag. It's time to surprise my mom with a work visit.

^the mask

A few minutes later

On top of a building across the street from the bank being robbed, I look at the situation. My mom, Scathach Blitzkrieg, aka Phantom Blade is standing outside the bank while a thug that looks like a lion man roars at her. She glares harshly at the thug past the mask in her lower face, her red eyes gleaming in the light. "Tis is your last chance. Release teh hostages and turn yourself in, or else I'll have to act." She says sternly, her celtic brogue making it slightly more interesting. The lion man rips a door off the bank and throws it at her. I shift the ground in front of my mother to rise up and block the flying glass door. The glass shatters and my mom quickly leaps over the wall I made and draws her weapon of choice, a crimson red spear completely wrapped in cloth. She dats towards the villain at a blinding speed, dodging thrown objects and readying her spear for a thrust aimed at the thug's left arm. Suddenly, a gunshot rings out and the thug recoils as blood spurts from his right hand, a bullet going through the glass behind the thug and shattering.

^Imagine the spear being wrapped

I look around for the sniper and notice nothing. My mom stabs the arm of the thug and swings behind him before placing him in a tight headlock, keeping him from breathing. I shift the ground down there to rise up and knock the wind out of the thug, the combination of that and the submission hold relieves the thug of consciousness. I boost myself across the street and land on top of the bank. Drawing one of my knives, I leap down, stabbing my knife down at my mom who still hasn't seemed to notice me.

She spins around and blocks the strike with her spear. "Did you really think that I wouldn't notice a sneak attack?" She asks, growling. I don't respond and back up a couple of steps before charging forward, my knife poised to slash at her again. She dodges the swipe by leaning back and hits me in the stomach with the blunt end of the spear , causing me to grunt before she kicks my right leg to the side in an attempt to cripple me. I smile behind my mask. I'm glad she doesn't recognize me. Now she won't hold back! I have my body follow the way my leg goes from the kick and flip backwards to dodge a horizontal slash from her spear. "Who are you? You weren't here before. So I can only guess that you're just seeking attention" she says as she readies her stance again, ready to utilize her "Ultimate move". She darts forward at a speed nearly incomprehensible to an untrained person. Thankfully, she trained me, so I can follow. My blade comes up as she thrusts her spear, which has started glowing, at my leg. My knife redirects the tragectory of her attack, allowing it to travel right above my shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the wave that results from her attack takes me off my guard. A slash appears on the shoulder of my jacket as a large torrent of wind from the force of the attack pushes all the bystanders back a few yards. I can't move.......T-This power. It's not even her quirk and this is how strong she is. I can't win. She's too powerful. The fear in my eyes is apparent, the light of the sun at the right angle to see my irises. Mom's eyes widen in realization before she "captures" me, pinning my arms behind my back a walking into a shadow before disappearing.

The Blitzkrieg household

We appear in the living room over our home. My mom quickly rips off my mask, revealing my nervous face. "Um, hi Mom?" I say, rubbing the back of my head. I receive a slap across the face as tears come to my mom's eyes. "YOU IDIOT!" She yells. "I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! DO YOU KNOW THE EMOTIONAL BURDEN TAHT WOULD CAUSE TO ME!" "I'm sorry, I saw an opening to test my skills, and I had to take it." I respond sheepishly, looking down in shame. Next thing I know, she's hugging me, and leading me towards the couch. "At least I know that I've got a long way to go before I can fight you evenly." I say jokingly. She chuckles and I rest my head on her shoulder. "So, where's dad?" I ask. As if to awnswer my question, the front door opens and my father walks in. "So, how're my two favorite people in the world?" He asks, his deep southern accent showing. "Hi Dad, I was almost killed by mom again." I say. He lets out a heart laugh and adjusts his BAMF belt buckle. "Well, that's what you get for attacking yer ma." He says, chuckling. How about you, Scathach? How've things been for you?" He asks, tipping his cowboy hat to her."Things have been........stressful recently. Ever since the USJ incident, criminal activity has risen, the low level crooks are getting bolder and bolder each day." She responds. "Honey, you know that I can get you a Hero's license, right?" She continues. "Nah, I prefer the life of a roamer. It kind of reminds me of those spaghetti westerns from the late 1900's." My dad responds. "Whatever you say, Mccree." My mom says sarcastically.