Cairo.
"We've been looking for two days and still haven't found a single lead. Egypt's weather is terrifying! I feel like I sweat more every day than there's water in the Nile River!"
Mr. Popo slumped in the hotel conference room Joseph had booked and gulped down a huge mouthful of ice-cold cola. After letting out a long, satisfied belch, he turned to Josen and asked, "Josen-kun, how are things going on your end?"
"No results yet," Josen said, stroking Iggy, who was panting heavily with his tongue hanging out. "But it should happen in the next day or two."
Exhausted enough to look like a dead dog, Iggy shot Josen a resentful glance. He knew this guy was doing it for his own good, but wasn't this special training about a billion times too intense?
Over the past two days, Josen had stuffed all sorts of advanced, high-level sand-control techniques into Iggy's little head through Telepathic Transmission.
He hadn't just filled it up-it was overflowing!
Although the types of energy and how they operated were completely different across worlds, Stands were mind-over-matter abilities rooted in the psyche, so working backward from the results to the methods wasn't particularly difficult.
The process just worked the dog to death.
But that goddamn Josen also had "Normal Healing," which rivaled a Full Restore from the Pokémon world. Every time Iggy felt he couldn't go on, one blast of absurdly powerful healing magic had him brimming with energy again.
However, after countless rounds of being put through hell and brought back, Iggy felt no joy whatsoever, because he knew this was only the beginning of another round of despair!!
Could some dog lovers please send in a strongly worded condemnation?!!
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"That's right. I can feel it."
Joseph held a glass filled with