"You have to be fucking kidding me."
The loud outburst caught the attention of several passersby, their heads turning instinctively toward the commotion. In the busy streets of Tokyo, a drunken outburst was nothing unusual but the source of the disturbance was anything but ordinary.
The one responsible for the commotion was an imposing man, standing frozen in front of a large glass window, staring at his reflection. His presence was exuding an almost suffocating intensity. His height and broad shoulders made him look more like a battle-hardened fighter than an ordinary civilian.
Some pedestrians quickly averted their gazes, instinctively choosing not to get involved, while others subtly pulled out their phones, recording the scene from a safe distance.
'That's not me.' meanwhile, dressed in what seemed to be an unusual Japanese school uniform, his body was far from what he was used to. He now had curly black hair covered by a black hat, a strong jawline, and strong frame that exuded raw physical power.
His hand instinctively shot up to rub his face in disbelief. Just last night, everything was normal. A regular day at work, followed by a quiet evening at home and at the end of the day collapsing onto his bed as usual.
And then?
Instead of waking up in his small apartment, under the familiar comfort of his blankets, he had regained consciousness outside, sprawled in a pile of trash in the cold morning air. If that were the only issue, he might have dismissed it as the aftereffects of an unintentional usage of drugs or just a weird dream
But after taking a few steps, something felt incredibly off. His center of balance was completely different, his eyes saw the world from a much higher vantage point and everything was much smaller....No, he was bigger!
That was the moment he saw his reflection in the glass of a nearby building, the man staring back at him was someone else entirely.
The athletic figure with impossibly broad shoulders and a chest that could rival a bodybuilder's, easily over 6'5. His physique was build like some anime character...the muscles on his body were to large to be natural but unlike those who used steroids, his thick, curly hair remained intact, looking healthier than ever.
"...No way." His hands slammed against the glass as if trying to break through the illusion, but the reflection followed his every movement without hesitation.
"I'm Jotaro… motherfucking Kujo." Even his own voice was much deeper.
"I don't know whether I should laugh or cry." The absurdity of his situation, one could even call it bizarre, made everything hard to process. 'Am I really not dreaming?'
He reached up and pinched his cheek again, this time even harder. Pain shot through his face, confirming this was not a dream, it was all real.
Before he could spiral into a full-blown panic, something vibrated inside his jacket. His hand immediately searched through the fabric.
'Why does this uniform have so many damn pockets?'
After fumbling around, he finally found an old flip phone. The outdated design felt completely out of place, but what truly caught his attention was the message flashing on the screen.
His green eyes scanned the text carefully.
Dear Friend,
I'm sorry to break it to you, but due to a heart attack, you have died in your sleep. Fortunately your karma is perfectly balanced, meaning no place can claim you. Instead, you've been reincarnated into a brand-new body. Of course, it would be shameful of me to take you away without offering a gift, so after reading through your mind… I decided to fulfill your deepest desire. Congratulations! You are now tall!
With love, Little Star
P.S. You are in debt, make sure to pick up the phone when I call
"...What?"
Jotaro's brow twitched. Who the hell was Little Star? And sure, he wanted to be taller, but his deepest desire, no way! He then realized something else.
"Hold on, wait! I died?!" His voice came out louder than intended, drawing more attention from the people nearby. A few pedestrians stared at him like he was a chimpanzee in a zoo.
"The hell are you looking at? Screw off!" If it were his old self he was sure people would just laugh it off but now... The moment the words left his mouth, the small crowd quickly dispersed, intimidated by his harsh tone.
Jotaro exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples before retreating into the alleyway to think.
Rereading the message, his expression darkened. Debt? What did this guy mean by that? He did not ask to be reincarnated and now he was in debt to some higher being called little star? His fingers curled into a fist unconsciously, then—
CRACK!
The unmistakable sound of something shattering snapped him back to reality.
Looking down, he realized that he had crushed the phone in his grip without even applying much force. The broken pieces fell from his palm where a faint, translucent shape vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
"What the hell?"
His heartbeat quickened as he recalled what was the thing he just saw… a purple hand? Slowly, he extended his hand forward, concentrating on one spot in front of him.
For a moment, nothing happened.
But then a massive, muscular, purple hand phased in and out of his body, flickering like a mirage before finally stabilizing.
Jotaro's lips curled into a grin. "Star Platinum." So it wasn't just his appearance but also his stand. That made things a hell of a lot more convenient, especially since he was a big Jojo fan in his past life.
Still, as he looked around, it became painfully clear that he had no idea where he was now, another world? Judging by the billboards and signs, this was Japan. 'At least I already know the language'
Patting his pockets in search of some kind of identification, his hope quickly dwindled. 'Great. So I'm broke, homeless, and have zero proof of my existence.'
If he didn't want to sleep on the streets, he needed money. And fast.
As if on cue, a group of two men strolled into the alley.
The first was bald, his head covered in tattoos, casually lighting a cigarette. The second, a scrawny but tall man with sharp eyes, scanned the area—and the moment his gaze landed on Jotaro, he frowned and started walking toward him.
Jotaro cracked his knuckles.
'Looks like my money problem is about to be solved.'