"It was the 'Second JoJo.'"
Imu was naturally surprised that Joseph Joestar had been chosen as the fourth member of the Star Council.
From Joseph's account, the point in time he occupied was precisely the day after he had defeated Santana.
His feelings about this were somewhat complicated.
Kars, the Stone Mask, the Pillar Men, and the Aja Red Stone were all quite valuable.
The problem was that Third JoJo, Jotaro Kujo's "story," was still forty-nine years away.
Even waiting for him to be born would take thirty-two years.
Though such a span of time meant nothing to the immortal Imu.
He still hoped to meet Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Dio, and the others as soon as possible.
That was why he thought it would have been better if an elderly Joseph had appeared.
But now that things had come to this, there seemed to be nothing he could do.
Inside a somewhat dated yet still luxurious hotel suite.
Cold moonlight filtered through the gap in the half-drawn curtains, spreading across the slightly messy bed like a gauzy veil.
Joseph Joestar, who had been deeply asleep.
Suddenly snapped open his tightly shut eyes.
His azure pupils contracted violently in the darkness, as though he had just jolted awake after falling from ten thousand meters in the sky.
"Huff—huff—"
He gasped heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.
His unfocused gaze stared at the crystal chandelier and the ceiling covered in elaborate patterns.
Those bizarre yet incomparably real memories were flooding back into his mind.
The Star Council, the Starry Sky Round Table, Perona, Natsuki Subaru.
And that refined, bespectacled, yet unfathomably profound Shinigami, Sosuke Aizen.
"Wait!"
As Joseph sat up, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He instinctively turned to look at the antique