The quiet town lay beneath the gentle afternoon sunlight spilling across its streets.
An old man in a green hat sat on a bench basking in the sun. Nearby, three or four children kicked a ball by the roadside, while a guitarist played a tune.
The autumn breeze drifted softly past, stirring the golden ginkgo leaves scattered across the ground.
In short...
The years were peaceful.
Against that tranquility, Lin Qing's group of three, who had just been swept here by the torrent of calamity and were standing on high alert, looked especially out of place.
Hot Pants held a gun in one hand and protected Cream Starter with the other, scanning the surroundings. She saw the phones in people's hands, the vehicles in the distance, and television commercials.
"Is this nineteenth-century England?"
"No."
Lin Qing looked around. "The technological level here is roughly that of the early twenty-first century—around 2000 to 2010."
Most of the people also appeared to be East Asian.
Knowing the era alone was useless.
The JoJo story series spanned a vast period of time. The key was the location. As long as Lin Qing knew where they were, he could determine exactly which world he was in.
"Why not just ask someone?" Madara Uchiha said.
Hot Pants said softly, "Be careful. The way people here look at us feels a little strange."
Lin Qing glanced at the three of them. He could hardly blame the locals. They were dressed in armor and riding clothes, looking as though they had just walked off a film set. Anyone would have taken a few extra looks.
Madara Uchiha was both skilled and bold. Besides, he had long grown accustomed to being looked up to wherever he went. He walked straight toward the old man in the green hat