"Ten. Years. Old." The Crimson Lord thought at his elevated chair, looking at his apprentices in shock, disbelief and a splash of pity. "Yes, Matsuta-sama.", one of them confirmed. "The Council and especially Ms. Violet asked us to relay their request, that you let the so-called hero BrightSaver2013...best you."

Union of Superpowered Beings knew him as Crimson Lord. Already regarded as a mostly harmless local villain from the past, now even the villain society wanted to make Jack Matsuta a mockery. "Well... Since Ms. Violet asks, we don't have much of a choice, do we?" His apprentices nodded in terror, Crimson Lord nodded back in anxiety. "We would sooner take on entirety of the Union than to draw ire of Ms. Violet, Matsuta-sama." One of the apprentices said. Matsuta formulated a plan and gave orders to his time displaced clan of assassins.

"Contact Mira to rent her robot army, modify the weapons to reduce their strength, paint my helmet in bright red and enclose it. Contact my accountant to finance a new secret dojo. Contact our PR to rebrand us, for the eternal shame in this is already unbearable for me. I will arrange other matters."

After orders were given, Crimson Lord gestured everyone to leave him alone. Then he opened a drawer near a library of books and pulled out a black, analog phone that looked like it was from 1940s. He called a Temporal Manipulator. "Mr. Silver Watch, I request another localized space-time displacement."