The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the city of Morioh. Jotaro Kujo stood atop a tall building, surveying the streets below, as a sudden chill ran down his spine. His Stand, Star Platinum, clutched his shoulder, sensing an unseen danger. “Jotaro, there’s something amiss,” it urged telepathically. “Keep your guard up.”
‘What could it be?’ Jotaro thought, squinting into the distance as two figures approached him from behind. They emerged from the urban landscape, cloaked in darkness, their faces obscured. Jotaro turned sharply. “Who are you? State your business!”
The taller figure stepped forward, a smirk visible beneath their hood. “Ah, Jotaro Kujo, famed Stand user. You’ve made quite a name for yourself. But today, I’m here to take the memories you’ve cherished most.”
Jotaro’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so? You think I’ll just let you waltz in and take what’s mine?”
The attacker laughed, the sound echoing eerily. “Oh, it’s far beyond your control now. Not even your precious time will protect you from the shadow of Oblivion!” At that moment, a swirling mass appeared in the air, distorting the very fabric of reality. Jotaro felt a pull at his mind, years of memories flashing before his eyes.
“Star Platinum!” Jotaro shouted, instinctively raising his Stand. “Time Stop!” In an instant, the world froze, the spiraling chaos suspended in mid-air. He surveyed the situation; Oblivion was manifesting as a grotesque entity, reaching for him.
‘We can’t let it in, Jotaro. It seeks to erase the essence of who you are!’ Star Platinum urged, solid and resolute.
With a flick of his wrist, Jotaro resumed time, launching a powerful fist toward Oblivion. “Ora ora ora!” he yelled, his punches shattering the suspended darkness. For a moment, everything seemed to collapse around it.
However, Oblivion regrouped, still grinning. “You’re strong, but you can’t defeat what you can’t truly fight. I feed on doubt and fear, and your past is rife with both!”
“I won’t allow you to control my fate!” Jotaro retorted, planting his feet firmly on the ground. Memories of his friendships, battles, and even losses flooded his thoughts—a flow of strength.
As Oblivion advanced again, Jotaro felt a surge of determination. “I fight for my friends! For my family! And for everyone who matters!”
He unleashed a devastating Star Platinum barrage, each punch laden with the weight of those memories. “I am not defined by my doubts! I rise above!”
Oblivion wailed, its form flickering as Jotaro’s resolve solidified. The entity began to fracture under the onslaught, its smug demeanor fading. “No! You can’t—”
With one final strike, Jotaro landed a devastating blow. “This is my identity—no one can claim it from me!” The surrounding chaos exploded into shards of light, enveloping him in warmth and clarity.
When the dust settled, the city stood as vibrant as ever. Jotaro leaned against the building, breathing heavily. Even as danger receded, profound thought materialized. “Memories can be lost, buried, but they can also be revived. I will always carry the lessons I’ve learned,” he whispered, a newfound strength coursing through him.
Star Platinum reappeared beside him, looking proud.
“You did well, Jotaro. Your heart has never faltered.”
With a smirk forming on his face, Jotaro nodded. “Yeah, and next time, I’ll be even stronger.”