Rumble-
Amid the roar of its engines, a plane bound from Japan to Cairo, Egypt, took to the skies under cover of the deep night.
It was a long journey of nearly fifteen hours. Once the excitement of takeoff had passed, almost all the passengers chose to close their eyes and rest, sleeping their way through the long night.
What set this flight apart was the group of five strapping men aboard, with an average height of 1.9 meters-an absolute rarity in Japan, where practically everyone was a scrawny twig.
It was worth mentioning that although Kakyoin looked about the same height as Josen and Jotaro when standing beside them, his official height was actually only 178 centimeters.
Still, considering that Kong Yiji, who had yet to appear, stood just over 1.5 meters tall and usually only reached JoJo's waist, there was nothing to get hung up on.
Don't ask. If you did, the answer was JoJo's bizarre heights!
Seated on either side of the aisle were two incredibly handsome men, both 195 centimeters tall. Both had towering muscles and movie-star looks, one with an invincibly icy expression, the other with a warm, gentle smile.
Their two styles complemented each other remarkably well, even producing an effect greater than the sum of their parts. Even the flight attendants passed them a teensy billion times more often than they did the other passengers.
"Sir, we have complimentary drinks on board. Would you like anything?"
"Sir, these snacks are complimentary. Enjoy your flight~~"
"Sir, if you can't sleep, I could keep you company~~"
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"Get lost, you vixen! If anyone's keeping him company, it's me!"
"No way! You ugly woman!"
Suddenly caught up in some bizarre luck with two flight attendants in black stockings, Josen looked at the tray table before him,