--- 【 ▸i. Jonathan Joestar had no idea how long he had been traversing these roads. Moonlight shone through the leaves that encompassed the looming trees ahead, creating small streams of light that sprinkled the paths. Ahead of him was a field of grass that housed a considerable amount of small greenery and flowers- a place for small bugs, mammals and alike to fester in the midst of the plant life. The fresh nightly breeze flew past him, cooling down his skin as the sweat that beaded on his forehead seemed to dissipate along with the evening winds. The night was cool and diverting, the breeze leaving a pleasantly chill sensation at his skin. Recently the days had been long and trying. Jonathan had been working several odd jobs around the communities he passed in order to provide for himself necessities he had been given since birth and continuing his archeological studies on the side. He had been rather busy despite not holding down a solid occupation as the livelihood he had once had was now abandoned along with Dio’s discarded humanity. He had no one else to accompany him- not even the love of his life who he had lost long ago. By night, however, he continued with his training, just as William Zeppeli would have wanted. But the night proved to be disadvantageous for hamon users. Without the presence of the sun’s rays, hamon couldn’t conduct as strongly as it could otherwise. However Jonathan learned how to overcome this limitation through challenging himself. It had grown to be quite difficult to hone his hamon without his master’s support. Ever since his passing, Jonathan hadn’t once come across a hamon master that could give him proper training- however that didn’t stop Jonathan. Due to extensive training, his hamon had grown strengthened and evolved into something he couldn't have ever imagined- a new form of hamon that not even Zeppeli had told him about during their time together. 】
--- 【 ▸ii. The Joestar walked onto the grass covered fields that surrounded him, the dew that carried on due to previous rainfall feeling nice and giving him more confidence in his training. Once he walked far enough, he set down his things, the sword of the late Black Knight Bruford attached to his back and ready for wielding. As he was about to start, however, he noticed something- no, someone- in the distance. Jonathan’s blue orbs widened slightly in surprise. A person? In these fields? What on earth could someone be doing here? He blinked a few times to ensure that this wasn’t part of any delusion he was having however the figure stayed where they were. In fact, their presence was only made more clear. Out of curiosity, Jonathan slowly started to make his way towards the other, slightly cautious but eager to assist them if they were in need. However, the closer he got, the more off-putting the other’s appearance had became. Clearly he wasn’t from around here- he couldn’t think of another person with such garments. For starters, he was usually muscular, which was only made more clear by the revealing and, dare he say, indecent clothing he wore, revealing his bare legs- the clothing made it very apparent to highlight his crotch area, too. His hair was fairly long for a man and his skin was quite dark as well though, at the same time, it left an oddly pale sheen. He wore a dark vest with sashes that bore two hearts and the initials VI, which only added to the bizarre nature of his clothing. Jonathan would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least slightly wary. 】
--- 【 ▸iii. Who was this man? Why was he here? Jonathan could only guess. However he wasn't going to accomplish anything just standing here in the middle of the grass. Jojo blinked as he walked up the other, a confused yet concerned expression gracing his gaze. 】
