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Stendhal's Advice

Stain walked past Izuku, saying "You lack power, but you tracked my movements. It really is a joy to see such young real heroes…" he walked to Ida and added, "Unlike these others."

Suddenly, he jumped back and stabbed into the concrete wall of the alley.

Bullet appeared at the end of the alley, holding Ida, Izuku, and the other Pro, Native.

Bullet dropped them to the ground and turned to Stain, looking at him.

Stain's eyes sparkled, "Ahh… You." Bullet took out two swords, saying "King of Gravity, take two, run. Nameless handle Stain!" Izuku looked up and said "Bul- Nameless, you! Lick blood, paralyzed!"

Bullet nodded and flicked his swords to the side, standing in front of the three, looking at Stain before charging at him. Stain grinned and Bullet slashed down with one katana, slashing up with the other!

Stain flipped his sword and blocked both with a dagger in his other hand. He looked at Bullet and licked his lips, "You kill?" Bullet replied "You kill fake Hero. Mask agree Fake hero bad, but Fake hero sometime save, not right kill. Kill Fake Hero, villain!"

Stain chuckled and tilted his head, commenting "I always thought you'd be a Vigilante, Bullet." Bullet frowned deeply as he bounced Stain back, attacking him in a flurry of sword strikes.

Stain jumped over him, slashing at his back but Bullet jumped to the alley walls before lunging off the wall and attacking Stain from the side!

Stain spun and slashed out, blocking the sword with his own while throwing the knife at Bullet's head.

Bullet tilted to the side, a long gash appeared on his cheek as the knife embedded itself into the wall. Bullet pressed on Stain before a nail appeared in his lips. He spat it at Stain, who chuckled with bright eyes, blocking with another knife.

Bullet jumped back and put the swords away, taking out a dagger and pistol.

He shot back at Stain and fired a shot at his head only for Stain to lean back and charge at Bullet, low to the ground, rolling on the floor and jumped off with his arms crossed, two daggers in his hands, he laughed "Bullet… Knuckleduster only uses guns for long range!"

Bullet snorted and twisted over the knife slashes, stabbing into Stain's shoulder.

Stain rolled to the ground as 3 shots hot where he just was. The gun in Bullet's hand clicked and he threw it at Stain before pulling on another knife, charging at him.

Stain ignored the gun, slashing out to his sides, clashing with the two in Bullet's hands.

Bullet looked at him and said "Stendhal not villain before. What happen?" as he dropped the knives and shot forward, punching Stendhal in the stomach. Stendhal backed off a few steps, saying slowly "Knuckleduster himself."

Bullet paused and looked at him as Stendhal laughed, "He call me fraud! Understand? Mad slasher, not Vigilante." Bullet frowned slightly, "Maybe mishear…" Stendhal laughed and shook his head, "No. Knuckleduster real hero, yes. But still say."

Bullet looked conflicted, this was his personal hero… He pushed someone to villainy? Bullet didn't know what to say, he froze up. Stendhal sighed and attacked him, "Wake up, Bullet!" Bullet jumped back, getting nicked on his neck, a little cut left a drop of blood out.

Stendhal held the knife but didn't lick it, explaining "Fake Heroes more sin than villain, you know? Only fame and popularity." Bullet took out two more knives, nodding "Know. Uwabami worst." Stendhal chuckled and nodded, "Right. But people love! Why?"

Stendhal lunged at him, slashing out with his knives as Bullet blocked with his own, sparks colliding. Stendhal continued his offensive while talking, "I watch Festival. Proud! Bullet go from trash alley to big school. Deserve! Heard about USJ villain deaths, very proud! Still real hero!"

Stendhal shot forward and stomped on Bullet's chest, sending him smashing into the alley wall.

Bullet landed on the ground and put a knife away, holding a three point stance with his other knife in reverse grip, saying "But you not real hero do this! Fake hero, yes. But kill any hero, not okay! Vigilante not villain! Bullet sad. See Stendhal long time ago, think really cool! Real hero! Now just villain, don't understand why."

He grit his teeth and added "Knuckleduster what say? Still real hero…" Stendhal licked his lips, explaining "No sad. Listen carefully. Knuckleduster come, very nice. Not say mean thing, teach instead."

Bullet looked up at him as Stendhal continued, knowing about Bullet's deficiencies, "Say Stendhal not real vigilante, hide behind mask, think someone else but just crazy. I disagree this, but he continue that people who hide behind mask no resolve to justice. I enlightened! Very true! Now see clear! Fake heroes worse than villains because no resolve!"

Stendhal looked at Bullet and went on, "People cheer Uwabami, but when need save, she where? Film commercial! Just example, more like too!" Bullet let out a breath, asking "Bullet too?" Stendhal looked at him for a moment before laughing, "Bullet jump to save anyone from anything, ready to die. Wear mask no resolve? Joke! Listen, I teach you."

He looked at Bullet, saying very seriously, "Listen to Knuckleduster, good. Favorite Hero, also good. But not follow words as fact! Or become puppet at end. Bullet is Bullet, Bullet not Knuckleduster, understand?"

Bullet fell silent before looking down, "Thank you, Stendhal." Stendhal smiled and nodded, "You real hero. Watch all TV about you recent. Everyone hate, but you no care! Still save! This is real hero!"

He spread his arms and grinned, "Me villain if have to! Come be hero! Fight death!" Bullet snorted and charged at Stendhal, throwing out his cloth, shooting past Stendhal and latching onto a pipe.

Bullet pulled himself at Stendhal and twisted as he cut Bullet's cloth, charging at him with his knives! Bullet used the momentum to twist his body in a strange angle, slipping over the knives, stabbing at Stendhal.

Stendhal and Bullet didn't talk anymore but continued fighting.

Stendhal and Bullet were somewhat similar. Both of them were 'abandoned' in a sense. Stendhal, or Chizome, by society entirely and Bullet by almost everyone. They both had to fight to survive, honing their skills in real life and death combat.

In both their eyes, this wasn't exactly Hero vs Villain, but a street rat death match!

Whoever wins, lives, whoever loses, dies!

As a result, they stopped talking after testing each other… Now was the real fight!

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