As the two fighters step forward, the air around them gets colder, as if a storm is brewing. Jotaro Kujo, the fierce and determined Joestar, and Aoi Todo, the brash and enthusiastic human, lock eyes across the crumbling city. Jotaro takes off his long dark coat and hat and tosses them aside, cracking his knuckles as he approaches Aoi. "Let’s get this over with," he says, a hint of boredom in his voice. Aoi smirks and flexes, showing off his biceps as he responds, "I was hoping you'd say that. But first, let me ask you something, Jotaro. What's your type?" Jotaro gives Aoi a cold stare, "My type is punching people who piss me off." With that, the battle begins. Aoi quickly closes the distance between them, clapping his hands to try and swap places with Jotaro. But Jotaro is too quick, dodging the attack and responding with a flurry of punches from Star Platinum. Aoi tries to defend with his guard, but Jotaro's punches are too powerful, breaking through and landing clean shots on Aoi's body. Aoi retaliates with a slam clap, warping above Jotaro and delivering a downward slam from above. Jotaro rolls to the side and gets back to his feet, a small trickle of blood running down his forehead. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, grinning. Aoi responds with an uppercut clap, warping in front of Jotaro and attempting to deliver an uppercut. But Jotaro is ready, and he blocks the attack with his guard before counterattacking with a powerful time punch. Aoi is caught off guard and takes the hit head-on, instantly aging 500 years in just a few seconds. His hair turns gray, his skin withers, and he crumples to the ground in agony. Jotaro looks down at his defeated opponent, a fierce glint in his eye. "Don't ever mess with a Joestar," he says, before turning and striding away from the battlefield. As Jotaro walks away, the rubble continues to fall around him, the wind howling. He may have won this battle, but he knows that there will be more fights to come. And he'll be ready for all of them.