Chapter Thirty Two.Dio stood away from the one known as Togata, choosing to let his so-called peers be his lab rats. He was still more concerned with the Dario problem, one part hoped it to be true, another lobeyed for its dismissal.
If it was true and if the Egyptians master had indeed been Kakyoin, then just maybe the Joestar bloodline was still intact. If that were true, then so was his ascension.
His eyes followed Togata's attacks, his every subtle movement. He was phasing through the ground, then, somehow, travelling. It reminded him of Ice in a way, a way which made the edge of his mouth twitch in a small smile.
He saw the boy with red-dyed hair be taken down. Taking that as his que to enter Dio stepped forwards. 'An interesting Quirk,' he began. 'But I can tell that is not where your strength lies. No, it is with your determination, would I be correct in that observation?'
'Ye.'
'Good, then let us prove my next observation correct as well.'
With an inhuman burst of speed Dio was upon Togata. Purposefully he let his attack fail, provoking Togata to use his Quirk defensively. Subvocally Dio said 'The World, time stops!' As he examined the frozen Togata he flexed his fingers, popping them with a satisfied smile.
'Just as I had suspected. You are indeed phasing through the flooring, as you did your trousers. Perhaps you have no control of what you can and can't phase through, or you have just made a mistake. Either way I must say this is a rather interesting Quirk, at least as an idea.'
Walking around Togata once he observed that an entire second had passed. 'With that observation complete, let us be finished here…'
On the other side of the globe, in an aged tenement building, an old man sneezed. The man was immersive, but made hunched by age. He wore a weather-beaten jacket and a hat with ears. Besides him sat another man though this one looked younger.
In the long years since they had last travelled together they had both changed. The younger man no longer wore his hair in locks, instead his head was shaven but for grey stubble. 'Bkr Arabi is dead,' said the younger man. 'With his loss so do we lose an Arrow.'
'Yes, that we do. After all these years somebody, perhaps one of His lackeys, has taken from us our greatest weapon and our Achilles heel,' said the eldar of the two. 'I am going to England, apparently somebody has been poking about His father's grave. The Speedwagon Foundation has fund somebody matching his description in Japan. In one of those Quirk-hero schools.' At that the old man sneered.
'As if we didn't teach them anything with our incident. Three years of bloodshed and mania, all over a few dozen people. I tell you, Abdul, these Quirk's are only going to become a much more permanent problem than we had suspected.'
With a nod, Mohammed Abdul listened to the continued yabbering of Joseph Joestar, grandson of Jonathen and great-nephew of Dio Brando.
Sorry, no excuse. Next chap Dio in london.