《Absolute Divinity (JJBA)》Omake 4: Early Victory for the Heavens(?)
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Omake 4: Early Victory for the Heavens(?)
Original Idea from: HappyFox (SB)
There are many things that still confuses me when I think about JoJo’s logic, but this one was seriously making me look like a mumbling moron.
It all started while I was training with Muddiburi, the Tibetan monk having left for a moment to recover some fallen branches to explain how I could turn anything in a weapon with Hamon if I needed to fight against dark creatures and being.
Alone in that section of the forest, I started to boringly muse randomly over what I could try to experiment with Hamon now that I was without supervision.
Boredom was a terrible driving force for making steps toward new techniques, and I was certainly not going to stay idle for the time being.
I picked one of the branches that the tall man had left nearby and I tried to play around with it with some of the energy from the Ripple.
Bright-red roses grew in its surface, blossoming prettily on it as I glanced at them with quiet curiosity and constant pondering over what I should try to do next.
I picked another branch, this time looking at it thoroughly before contemplating what to try out now.
What if I tried to replicate the Arrow with the Spin?
I blinked, the thought coming in my mind like a blurt, a silly brain fart that shouldn’t even be thought about for how flimsy and silly it was as an idea.
While I was perfectly aware what the Arrow did and what form it had, I wasn’t aware of the complete functionality it had over the process to create Stands.
People can get killed by it if those lacked the willpower to sustain a Stand, and that was incredibly bad considering that it was rare in this period for people capable of surviving the tricky operation of giving out the embodiment of their fighting souls.
Yet the curiosity to try out and see if I can create something that at least looked as cool at the real thing was more than enough to get me to try and replicate its appearance with this tree’s branch.
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The steel ball was already spinning at an acceptable pace, the energy ready to be set to be used for this little experiment.
The plan was as simple as usual, the modification of the prime object starting quite slowly but steadily as the body of the arrow attained its slim nature while the tip started to grow into the design I was accustomed with.
The golden design expanded beautifully and soon… it was done.
I blinked in surprise at how gorgeous the little thing looked to be. I had gone by thought, inspiring myself with some of the details I wasn’t sure about and it just looked so perfect.
I glanced all over the tip, endeared by the precise curves, the refined design of the meteor-born material and how strangely it felt to hold.
I blinked again, this time surprise turning in confusion as I tightly kept the object from falling off from my hold, and my orange eyes widened when my hand started to twitch at the stubborn resistance it was meeting against the newly-created Arrow.
I pushed more strength into it, putting more effort in keeping it from falling- no, moving out of my grasp.
The weight suddenly shifted away from going to the ground and right… t-towards me?
My free hand reached out to grasp into my tense hold, to increase my attempts to keep the object at bay.
At first I was confused over the sudden phenomenon, but slowly enough a cold realization had started to settle in my mind that I might have gone a little more than just make a perfectly harmless replica of the dangerous Stand-making tool.
I tried my best to keep it from moving out of my hold but the more I struggled against it, the more my hands started to sweat at the pressure they were put against and… it slipped out.
It was a sudden action, so sudden that I felt the sharp pain erupting in my chest at the Arrow plunging deeply in my chest only mere moments after it happened.
My eyes went wide in fright and hurt, a yelp burned down as I felt my lungs aching atrociously at the horrible and intense sensation paralyzing them.
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“N-No-” I fell on on my knees, my legs wobbling at the unexpected mortal injury already draining of my energy. “I-I can’t just-”
I needed to move quickly, before my brain truly went in shock for what had just happened.
I was already bleeding a lot, the wound having grazed some important organs and leaving me with little space to maneuver around.
The first thing I did was to use the Spin to neutralize the Arrow’s energy from continuing to delve deeper in my chest, the steel ball pressing on the body of the projectile and denting into the wood in the process.
I felt another sharp round of pain explode in my chest and I felt my heartbeat growing more erratic the more I continued to shatter the tool.
Desperation is a terrible driving force considering that it makes people do some crazy things that most of the time can result in utter fails… and deaths.
I didn’t plan to die here, not now that I was just starting with my ambitions.
I crouched even more as I pushed more strength to the spin, intensifying its activity despite my knowledge that it could explode without some proper stability and attention given to the process.
But in that moment of distress, what truly mattered was survived.
My body tensed, my Hamon quivered in a moment of instinctual scare as it flooded through my body and tried to heal the damage that I was suffering…
But just as I started to lose consciousness over the futility of removing the stubborn Arrow out of my chest, something odd happened.
First a loud word, then a sharp pain of something sturdy slamming through my back.
MUDA!
Tears formed, I felt a new wave of pain, but instead of finding death out of that sudden shocking blow, I actually felt instantly better.
The Arrow shattered against the unknown attack, and the hole it had created was closed up while the inner damage was fixed instantly.
I blinked, my tears still staining my cheeks as I slowly turned around in a moment of adrenaline-driven panic and… I saw it floating above me and staring down with a calm look.
The humanoid looked bulky, his muscles easy to see on his figure were as massive as those I knew from 「The World」 and 「Star Platinum」.
I was awed, I was confused, and I felt… complete.
The sense of shock intensified as it tilted its head in what I could feel to be curiosity, mystification over the sudden emergence of the Stand before me.
But before I could have given more thoughts about it, I noticed footsteps approaching my proximity.
“I’m back,” Muddiburri announced as he dropped several dozens of branches by the nearby ground, his stare turning back at me and… he froze as he looked up to notice the figure behind me.
“Dio-”
“It’s not an issue,” I blurted, my brain failing to shape up any composure after what I had to deal with. “It’s not dangerous.”
He blinked, his eyes narrowing back at me. “What is that?”
I gulped nervously at the serious tone in his voice, feeling some pressure erupting from him and… I nodded.
“T-That’s my- my Stand,” I muttered nervously. “A-And it’s-”
“How did you unlock it?” He ignored my explanation, taking a few steps towards me. “Your knowledge is-” He stopped talking himself, his frown softening and he looked down at the bloodstain still present to the ground. “What happened?”
“C-Can’t you just read it on my mind?” I shot back, stuttering a little as I was almost there to regain my bearings.
“Not anymore.”
These two words tensed me up immensely. I glanced back at the Stand behind me, the white-colored being staring back at me with a frown and I gulped again.
“I-I think that is going to be a long explanation-”
“We have plenty of time left,” The Tibetan Monk interjected curtly. “I suppose we will skip this training session for this.”
His words didn’t put me at ease and… I nodded.
How was I supposed to tell him that I, Dio, have somehow unlocked the absurd and not-canon 「The World Over Heaven」?!
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