The hundred-meter-tall Susanoo stood in the heart of Cairo.
Clad in shimmering azure armor, it carried two longswords at its waist but did not draw them. Instead, it stood with its arms folded, looking down alongside its master, Madara Uchiha, at Red Hot Chili Pepper below.
One stood over a hundred meters tall, while the other was only fifty meters tall.
The difference in height was like that between an adult and a kindergarten child.
Of course, height was one thing. The true gap in strength could not be measured so superficially by height alone. If it could—
That would be giving Red Hot Chili Pepper far too much credit.
It was Hot Pants and Josuke's first time seeing Madara Uchiha fight. Their last lingering concerns about Madara not being a Stand User vanished completely, leaving only excitement surging through their hearts.
In contrast, Red Hot Chili Pepper looked up at Madara Uchiha standing within the Susanoo. Even a single glance from those icy, indifferent eyes carried an aloof and untamed air.
Akira Otoishi was just a rock-loving young man under twenty. When had he ever seen anything like this?
Red Hot Chili Pepper instinctively took a step back, the thought of Maybe... I should retreat first rising in his mind.
Smack!
A hand seized Red Hot Chili Pepper by the throat.
The Susanoo flung it into the sky. The twin swords at its waist were swiftly drawn and slashed through the air, only to be sheathed again the next second.
Thunder roared across the heavens as the enormous Red Hot Chili Pepper was cut into countless tiny particles of dust.
A streak of golden light fled into the distance. The Sharingan tracked it relentlessly until it escaped into a small boat by the river, which rumbled to life—
Whoosh!