A/N: Hello everyone, Solar here. So, this is the product of basically binge reading Jojos Part 1-8 and EostianScribe's 'Eostia: Harem Quest' so yeah. This is going to be a mix between an actual coherent story and a citrus fest.

Thanks to khaylittle for beta reading this thing and for anyone else, please enjoy this introductory chapter.

"Do you believe in Gravity?"

"How else do we stay on the ground? Dumbass."

"Not that gravity. Gravity. The idea that larger parts pull in smaller parts."

"You just read that on some thread and thought it sounded cool."

"But it's true! You know I read a few stories of something called the Steel Ball Run. Turns out the thing we can do? People saw them do it in the fucking 1890s!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You're not bullshitting me 'cause you're scared or shit? I mean we did this once and I was stuck in some weird-ass fantasyland, saved a pair of girls, one who bullied me the entire time and the other was pretty quiet but then the one who bullied me cried when we left where I then proceeded to save a princess."

"I'm still jealous about that!"

"You have a girlfriend!"

"I know!"

"..."

"..."

"So, ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Just tap me and [Kickstart] should activate."

"Lame-ass name."

The young man taps his friend's shoulder before he can answer and then he's gone. A young man with nothing goes on a journey to gain everything. Meanwhile, his friend continues on living.

What will this young man find in a new world?

The green grooved ball spun in the young man's hand, it didn't stop as he walked in the forest he was located in. "Golden Ratio, huh?"

His teacher for the technique he was using constantly preached those words. This was when he was twelve, after he came back from [Kickstart]'s ability. Now, he's eighteen, an adult and a grown man.

"So why the fuck can't I do it!" The young man reaches his hands up into his brown hair and grabs it. "I've been doing it for six years! What am I doing wrong?!" His voice echoes around him, loud and clear as a distance away a flock of birds fly from their perch.

"What do you even mean the 'Golden Ratio'? 16:9? How do you even translate that to spinning a ball? Picture it? I get it! But fuck!" He continues cursing, the ball still spinning despite his movements. Finally, he stops, sighing as he slumps forward, the heat not bothering him despite his jacket and baggy clothes. Idly, he plays with the fur of the hood of the jacket as he slides down a small incline.

For not even a second has the ball in his hand stopped spinning.

He stops. Turning he glares at an area. Idly, he reached to one of his belt loops and with a pop, removed the snapback on it. He put it on, placing it firmly as he lowered his head. The word 'Zeppeli' is inscribed in gold on the front of the black snapback.

There was a gurgling sound to the side as he swung his hand outwards. There, in the bushes was a green ugly thing, a club in its hand, just as ugly as he remembered the thing being. "Goblin."

Growls appeared around him as he sighed. But began to smirk. "I was afraid of you mangy fuckers once. Now," the steel ball was in his hand once again, "I'm going to make you fuckers extinct!"

The screams rose to the skies as the sun did as well as the people began to wake up to the screams of goblins and the maniacal laugh of one teenager.

In a dark hallway, a woman with long ears looks around, her pale skin and body hidden by a white robe that accentuated her body in pleasing ways but still covered enough. A lustful body that clashes with the woman's personality. She doesn't know where she is nor what she's seeing since her Visions never appeared like this.

Usually, they'd appear as vague images, things would be obvious enough to understand what's happening but not clear enough to understand how. Yet here she's in a hallway, pictures lining the walls as she begins to look at them.

It started off normally for what could have been a knight's household, pictures of the patriarchs or matriarchs, maybe of deceased family, the one similarity was the name 'Zeppeli'. It ended at the name 'Gyro Zeppeli' then it went to the image of a man with lips painted blue and a horseshoe on its head. "Johnny Joestar." She spoke, testing the name out before continuing. Soon the pictures started to change, none of the names were the same as the last one until it reached the last one. The face was neither visible, as it was covered by the brim of a weird hat. The only thing she could tell was the word 'Zeppeli' on the hat in gold.

Then she heard it, the pounding on walls, the growls of monsters, and the cries of men and women. "No!" She yelled, running to the nearby window parallel to the pictures. There was a picture of debauchery from the lowest pits of hell. Monsters breaking women and eating the men in front of them, breaking their will until they began to enjoy the abuse thrown at them. What worsened it was when she saw a different type of monster laughing along with the monsters as they joined in. It was bestial in nature that seemed to have a wolf-like face with a lot more variety. Yet she could do nothing as she pounded away at the window.

Then, it began to distort, the monsters began to be ripped apart as the sun began to rise.

Except, it wasn't the sun. It was a man riding on a horse, on his hand was a ball that reflected the light and seemed to spin on its own. The silhouette was the exact same as the silhouette of the picture at the end of the hallway. A burst of dizziness hits her as she lands on her back. The last thing she saw was a pair of green eyes that seemed to glitter like emeralds that seemed to emanate warmth and love that assured her. Like mirrors, they reflected a face, then another, then another until it stopped as her face was reflected on his eyes.

Then, she woke up.

Usually, visions were not kind, they appeared because there was a need for them. So it wouldn't be unusual to regularly equate them to nightmares, not to mention the physical nightmare that was trying to decipher their usually absurd images. Yet this one seemed weirdly cooperative and simple. And the eyes she saw at the end…

Celestine had to stop the shiver that ran up her spine and hide the smile in her face as a giddy sort of feeling welled up from her chest. Still, as the reincarnation of the Goddess and the leader of the seven shields of Eostia, she had a responsibility. So, reaching to her nightstand where a journal rested, she opened to a blank page and began to write down the events of the journal.

"Zeppeli, Joestar, are they knights? Or maybe a family. Have to check with the other shields." She muttered. "Obviously, the capital will be overrun but how? And those creatures… could Olga have created a new breed of monsters? Ones that could pass through the barriers?"

A set of barriers created by Celestine that centered around each of the seven cities that make up Eostia. They protect the area and are virtually impenetrable.

She continued jotting down more on her journal as she tried to think on how to break the news to her closest confidant and friend, Claudia, along with the other shields.

In the end, she closed the journal as she called for Claudia. "Is Claudia here? I must inform her of something."

In big bold words, the name 'Zeppeli' was obvious. And so was the rough sketch of the silhouette she saw in her dreams.

The young man breathes a sigh of relief as he uses a rag to almost religiously clean off the blood on the steel ball. "Revenge: Complete."

He first saw those things on his first trek to this world after meeting those two girls he helped and the princess. Both times he had to run and he could hear them laugh while they hid. It was terrifying and shameful. At least he got a kiss from the quieter of the two young girls he helped.

Regardless, his steel ball was in the pocket of his jacket as he followed the beaten path leading somewhere. God knows where.

At some point, he began to hum along to a song. His steps began to match the rhythm.

Finally, he saw people, resembling the peasantry one would imagine when going with old medieval times. People working in small houses and working their fields. He continued on, occasionally watching them as he harnessed the Spin to harden his body. Idly, he stopped, turning to a farmer that was watching him, he whistled, the farmer quickly turned and the young man quirked a brow. "Hey, where am I?"

This seemed to confuse the farmer. "Eostia, near one of the Cities."

Humming, the young man took off his jacket. "So, look I'm a bit lost and I don't have food. 'S it okay if I help you in return for some food?"

The middle-aged farmer took a moment to think on it, looking the young man over, ignoring his clothes in favor of looking at his eyes. Blue meeting green as they focused on him. "Your eyes don't look off, so sure. Your clothes are mighty fancy so I can let you borrow some to help out."

The young man nearly fell to his knees with how grateful he felt. "Sure, that'd be greatly appreciated." The young man followed after the man, the sun barely peeking out from the treetops and beginning to beat down on the people working the fields. "What's your name?" He asks.

"Alan. Yours?"

"Rowan Zeppeli Moore." Rowan responds as he follows the farmer.

The farmer releases a huff of air in amusement. "Awfully fancy name."

"It's brought me my fair share of trouble." Rowan admits. The Zeppeli name especially. It was gifted to him by his teacher and it's a part of his name that he wore with pride. Not to mention the hat he was gifted with.

"What's a man o' your stature doing around here? 'Cause if the Knights come knocking I want you to know that I'm pointing them to you." The man says as Rowan laughs. Rowan's laugh boisterous enough to cause a small tug at the edge of Alan's lips.

"I'd expect nothing less sir. Let's say I lost some people and found myself a bit lost as to what to do." Rowan explains, looking out into the fields as he sighs. "So, I decided to ditch it and live my life."

The man snorts, spitting to the side as he continues. "Nobles. Only ones who'd let it all go to experience the hard life."

"Ha, technically I'm adopted." Rowan admits as he begins to help carrying some tools towards the field. "The Zeppeli name was my teacher's and he gave it to me. So you could call me a bit of an outlier."

"That's good." Alan said as they dropped their tools on the ground. "Don't want no complaining. You work with me, you work quietly and slowly. My family, and now you, will live off this food. I don't want to see you slacking off with that ball you got."

The steel ball is in the pocket of the pants he borrowed, the bulge obvious as it bothered Rowan slightly but he ignored it. After getting instructions, Rowan got to work along with Alan. Occasionally, Alan sent glances at Rowan as Rowan worked, following the instructions given to him by Alan.

In the midst of their work when the sun was high up in the sky, Alan stood, stretching before turning to Rowan. "So, a stranger such as yourself must have questions. Ask them while we work."

"I thought we were supposed to be quiet?" Rowan snipes with a smile, "Lose your nerve."

"Bah! I'd stared down monsters and haven't lost my nerve. But you, Rowan, you're suspicious." His eyes glinted with a strength he didn't know about as he straightened up. "You dress differently, talk differently, even move differently. Let me be clear and concise, you are an unknown. I wish to ascertain how much of an unknown you are?"

Rowan doesn't answer, simply straightening up as he gazes into the eyes of the old man. "You wish to know how much knowledge I lack? The threat I present to your family?"

"My family is my country, all of those who find work, food, or even glory in this country are someone I consider family." He answered vaguely, allowing Rowan to guess as to what this field is for and what he used to work as.

In the end, after a tense standoff, Rowan relaxes. "I know what I know. That is as far as I have gotten. But I believe I know enough. Of the monsters that plague your lands."

"..." Alan seems almost reluctant, as if that wasn't the answer he was looking for. In the end, he relaxed. "Then let's talk, it's midday anyway and you've worked hard enough."

The more Alan spoke the more Rowan wished he was lying. Their back and forth continued on, touching on subjects like elves, halflings, and other such fantasy-related. Then came the dark side which consisted of slaves of a certain race, specifically dark elves, the discrimination against the dark elves because of Olga Discordia and her army of monsters and their raping tendencies, the war going on between both the Seven Shields Alliance and Olga's Dark forces, and not to mention the clusterfuck that is both side's armies and situations.

"So, on one side we have Olga Discordia, resident dark wizard that's kinda put herself in a corner where her people, the dark elves, are either forced to live as slaves, servants, or in a lifeless swamp that kills everything surrounded by monsters and when she tried to bring it up she was ignored. So, she decided to fight back with the monsters and declared war on Eostia for legitimate years." Another nod. "Meanwhile, with Eostia, instead of the actual army doing the work, they're making the mercenaries do it?" Alan nods as Rowan nods his head. "That sounds stupid." Again, Alan nodded.

"It only gets worse when you think that the army does as much good work as the mercenaries except they're the ones that get the attention." Alan responds, taking a swig from a gourd. "What first started as a strong but small force of mercenaries now is a company that can be considered an army of its own if it had anything resembling proper discipline. Not to mention the actual army that's been slowly losing its funding to corrupt officers and knights embezzling it into bribes. At the surface everything is okay but the quality of the soldier's armor has slowly been decreasing while the barons and knights get fatter and fatter, working with each other to hide it all. That said, I can't do much nor could I have done anything." He finished with a regretful look, looking to the sky. Rowan's hand tightens as he glares at the ground. "I was just a soldier on the path to becoming a knight, I gained merit fairly and with fervor for years, never bowing, never breaking. All I had to do was keep quiet. But I couldn't."

Rowan blinks as he turns, glancing at Alan's face, the age on it nearly disappearing into nothing as he puffed out his chest in pride. "A knight fights for what's right, for honor, and for the people in the country."

Frowning, Rowan piped up, "Doesn't sound very appealing to me."

At that, Alan barked out a laugh. "Obviously, your eyes are bright, aflame with determination but no direction, but once you find that direction nothing will be able to stop you. A man who dreams and acts upon those dreams. What a nuisance you would have been if you were in my previous cohort."

"I'm not talking about the knight thing, but the 'fighting fair'." Rowan tries to explain but Alan shakes his head.

"I was a soldier with a dream to be a knight, Rowan, I know what I'm talking about. War is never clean, much less with beings like the monsters. We fought, we tricked, and beyond it all we loved quite openly." He begins to smile perversely as he elbowed Rowan, "Wanna hear about the time I laid with the wife of the Knight who led our cohorts?"

"You did not! Are you drunk?" Rowan whisper-shouts as he leans in.

"Obviously. The Knight was an ass, he understood nothing of warfare so I began talking with his wife and showed her a real man!" He spoke, taking a swig from the gourd once more. "I did it again when we were stationed with the Black Dogs, probably didn't help my case when I admitted it in front of everybody when they were court marshaling me."

Rowan leant back and laughed as Alan continued spouting stories.

Finally, the two managed to calm down. "Rowan," looking up, Rowan saw Alan looking sadly at the horizon where a large city rested, "I am no mage or a fortune teller or anyone of importance. But I know," he pointed at Rowan, "your fate will not be easy. It's not meant to be and you will not do yourself any favors. Take this from a veteran who saw friends die to monsters. What do you say to staying here?"

Rowan didn't answer. He smirked. Alan stepped back as he seemed shocked. Rowan turned, picking up a hoe to return to the field. "C'mon you old warhorse. We've got work to do."

As he walked away, Alan stared at his back and huffed in amusement. "That we do."

Alan believed he understood Rowan a bit better.

Fate, possibilities, all of these will pale in comparison to one simple term.

There is work to be done.

"Come one come all, maybe one will catch your eye?" A man spoke in the square of a small town near Alan's patch. All the men and women lining up had fancy clothes, purple, blues, and whites in contrast to the peasantry who wore brown and rougher colors.

Behind him was a tent, pitched up as more and more men and women began getting off their carriages and walking in, looking down on the normal people just walking around. The sun was setting and it gave the shadows of the people a very demonic feel that left people shivering but none of them even acted like it existed. Even the man calling for attention seemed to get off on yelling and have no one hear him.

He blinked again and then it was gone. "Huh…?"

He could've swore…

The working day has already finished and Alan is off selling what they got from the field. After drinking from the gourd, Alan got a lot friendlier, maybe since it was alcohol. Usually alcohol does that.

"Right." Alan said as he stood beside Rowan, showing off a bag of coins. "Here." He reached in and gave him a silver coin. Grabbing it, Rowan looked at it and turned it around. "This is the equivalent to a few nights at an inn. A good meal goes for four coppers. A good horse goes for three silver. A good sword is five silvers. Whetstone and oil are a copper each. Good alcohol is five coppers."

For a bit, Rowan tried to understand the currency but found himself at a loss. "How…? Wait, that explains nothing!"

Alan gave him a cheeky grin. "It explains everything a soldier needs to know." He then took a hand to his chin and perked up, leaning in and whispering. "If a brothel has more than one woman that costs more than a gold coin, then it's safe."

Rowan's face flushed red as his voice was caught in his throat as he quickly whisper-yelled back, "Why do I need to know this?!"

Alan gave him a look as if he was insane before his eyes widened. "The same goes fo-."

"That's not the fucking point!" Rowan hissed before taking deep breaths to cool down. "I mean why just those? What about everything else?"

Rowan gave him a look. "The army is where the soldiers go, usually made up of infantrymen and calvary. People who aren't knights. The 'rabble' as the Knight that led us would say. The stupid and unlucky. They paid well when I was there but only very few of us could actually count, even less of us were educated. By that point, the 'classes' they were supposed to give covered the bare necessities and barely tried. We banded together and would teach each other instead. The smartest would be the logistics officer." At this, Alan laughed. "Get this, they barely paid attention! They'd assign one of us to be one then we'd send the one who was taught and they'd barely notice!"

Alan laughed, turning to Rowan as they continued walking. "Anyway, at some point, those words began to spread in the army and it kinda became something more. As soldiers, all we needed was food, alcohol, and our sword. Everything else was just beaten into us by the commanding officers whenever we lost our horses and the logistic officers tried to order outrageously priced ones."

"Ok, I kinda get it." Rowan admitted. "But why the brothel part?"

Alan just said, "We need to unwind sometimes."

Rowan simply ignored the old man and followed him into the tavern. Immediately, they turned away from all the merry-making, from the rough types to the quiet, they evaded it all with expertise. Alan's face hardened and Rowan's eyes narrowed into a glare, not that anyone noticed them in their drunken stupors. Sitting down, a young lady came to take their orders. "Alan, you old warhorse, you finally got a farmhand?"

Alan simply chuckled. He began to talk with him as Rowan inspected the young lady. She was buxom, her hair in a ponytail with fiery brown eyes and her body like an hourglass. Rowan had trouble keeping his eyes in polite places.

"And you? What'll you have? Maybe me?" The young lady turned with a knowing look, leaning forward and winking while showing off a bit of her breasts as Rowan coughed into his hand looking away as he squirmed a bit.

"Whatever the old man ordered. With, er, beer." Rowan answered, his voice deepening slightly and his original choice out the window in the face of such a pretty woman. The lady giggled and winked at him as Rowan simply rested his head against the table.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were a shut-in noble." Alan teases. "I almost confused you for a woman the first time I saw you."

"Shut up." Rowan retorted as Alan laughed. Looking around, Rowan noticed something. "Hey, Alan. This afternoon, I saw-."

Alan glared at him and Rowan shut his mouth, Alan looked around and shook his head. Nodding, Rowan waited. Soon, their food is in front of them. The atmosphere turned from relaxed to tense in a second. It had to have been important.

They eat it without much fanfare, and return to their abode. It was a small house but still sizeable enough for two rooms and the kitchen. "So…" Alan spoke, "you saw it?"

"If by 'it' you mean the tent in the middle of the square? Yeah." Rowan admitted as he sat down on a chair in the kitchen resting his arms on the simple wooden table. "What is that place?"

"I've been here for five years, and no one else aside from you and me have seen it." Alan starts, looking around as he continues. "Or admit to seeing it."

There was a tense silence as neither side moved, both of them trying to unravel this mystery in its entirety, though both knew it'd be far more intricate than they originally thought. "Anytime some kid points it out their parents stop them, saying things like superstition and stuff, but I think that's bullshit."

"Well, what can we do to confirm it?" Rowan whirls to Alan with both his hands extended out. "'We', you and me, a retired and disgraced soldier and some kid who you don't even know much about? How can you trust someone like me with it?"

"A lot more than you'd think." Alan smirks as if he knows something. "You know how I told you about Celestine, the Goddess Reborn?"

"You spoke extensively about her tits and how she's the 'safe option' for the question on which Shield of the Seven Shield Alliance was the most attractive." Rowan says while narrowing his eyes. "Nothing else really stuck."

"Well," Alan says with a smile, "as the Goddess reincarnated, she occasionally has visions. These visions are, 'supposedly', vague, filled with imagery and whatnot, but, there was one time where a woman was able to sneak in and talk to her long enough to beg for a vision to confirm the killer of her husband who was a baron. At first she said she couldn't but when she decided to try, she was able to confirm it all and send an entire company of soldiers to apprehend the baron before he could even react." Alan smiled as Rowan's eyes widened. "You see where I'm getting at?"

"So, if we can get to her, we can have her confirm it." Rowan realizes and Alan nods.

"She'll then use this information according to how important it is. If it's nothing important, just the rich doing what the rich do then it's fine. But if it's more nefarious, she'll send the army to dismantle it while we'll be sitting pretty in a cell." Alan nods as Rowan turns to him.

"Wait, what?"

"What we're thinking about right now is literally breaking into one of the most secure fortresses in the country to speak with the leader of the people. Even if what we saw turns out to be something dangerous, we're still breaking numerous laws and possibly angering some very dangerous people in the process. We also might be beaten by zealots and other criminals for either 'bothering the Goddess Reborn', 'asking something of the Goddess reincarnated', 'interrupting the fun' or some other excuse involving the Goddess or whatever's going on in that tent. Not to mention all the nobles who will hold a grudge and possibly lose all their assets and land, finding themselves with quite a grudge and whatever money they can spend for revenge." Rowan looks at him in shock at his vast insight into the people of the country. "I was a soldier. I have witnessed the darker side of this kingdom more times than I can count."

Nodding, Rowan stands up, wandering about a bit before sitting down on the counter. "So, all we can do for now is investigate? Just walk in?"

Alan shook his head. "I tried that, but it just disappeared when I got close. You need an invitation. And to get one, you need to be rich." The shadows covered Alan's eye as he spoke the next part. "Or to steal it."

"Sounds easy enough." Rowan held a hand to his chin and nodded. "Just a hop-."

"What about the wards surrounding the estate of the lord?" Alan interrupts, leaning forward onto his palm. "Or the magically enhanced armor of the knights under the employ of the lord? Or even the wizards, spellswords, and the multitude of uses of magic? Or even just the personal guards of the lord?"

Rowan reels as he remembers that there are elves and other magical creatures here and that this place is a monarchy. "Yeah. Then, do you have a better idea?"

"I do." Alan admits as he leans back. "But first, sleep. It's getting late. I'll show you what I mean tomorrow." Alan jerks his head for Rowan to follow. "Magic is very convenient for things and not so much for others. Hygiene is one thing."

In front of Rowan was a functioning bathroom in the magical equivalent of the Dark Ages. After sweating like a pig for most of the day Rowan just wants to shower and sleep.

After doing so, he lays on the bed of the room he was given. So many questions, so much to learn. He smiles. It was selfish but he enjoyed it. The resonance he felt when he first appeared here six years ago is still here. He is here for a reason and by his own choice.

He doesn't know much, but it's definitely going to be a bizarre time.

Somewhere, in a large estate sitting in the middle of one of the cities of the Seven Shields Alliance is possibly one of the most important people of the country. She has long wavy pink hair with sparkling blue eyes that enchant any random man. But out of the countless men in her city, no, the world, only one comes to mind. The young child that saved her when she was younger.

The day is still engraved into her memories. The panic in her own and sister's face after seeing the orcs attack their guards, biting down on them as blood splattered all over the ground before looking at them like pieces of meat. Only to be interrupted by a rock hitting his head. Their hands grabbed as they were pulled away and forced to hide.

His eyes still linger in her mind. A pair of glittering greens that glowed despite the sweat running down his face in fear, his lips pulling themselves into a shaky smile, the courage in his very being as he desperately used every dirty trick he could to buy time, the relief he felt when he passed out. The fear they felt when he disappeared with only a letter to explain why. Her sister Alicia has grown because of it. Though she is still the gold-hearted and upstanding knight she always wanted to be. She herself has taken to hunting with a bow in her past time while learning magic to help the young man should he ever appear again.

The dream passes once more, but instead of the usual, she sees a dollhouse. Nothing else. She can't move, can't feel, can't do anything aside from wait until the owner decides to do something with her. It gives off a horrifying shiver down her spine.

When she wakes up, she wakes up breathing heavily. Her heart beats heavily as she finds herself afraid of the fate described in her dream.

She rests her head back on the pillow of her comfortable bed. Finally, she closes her eyes and waits for the door to open.

It does so and another day starts.

In the depths in the most accursed place of Eostia is an ebony castle, anything that goes near it dies from having its mana sucked out and only two mortal beings live there among the throngs of monsters that come in and out.

The only similarity the two have is their tan skin, their beautiful features, and the dream they're having. The day they were saved from a human with beautiful green eyes and a soul that seemed to shine. He joked with them, helped them, and seemed to simply shine with a natural charisma. And when the person who took them captive tried to chase them, he outsmarted them, beating them down with rocks and words before pushing them down a great height. Afterwards, Chloe made sure they were gone but at that time they didn't die.

Chloe didn't have the courage to do anything besides thank the young boy while Olga sent him off with a kiss on the cheek.

Every day, they wonder what happened to him until today. They had a dream.

For the first time in a while, they felt relieved. It was a childish belief, but it was theirs. They believed that he'd come help them. All it would take was time. They knew otherwise but it was nice to believe in fantasies sometimes.

"So…" Rowan starts, sipping at some water as he sits on the counter, eyeing the sword on the table, "what the hell is that?"

"A sword." Was all Alan said while sipping at his own cup.

"Sure, whatever, why?" Rowan asked while eyeing the very dangerous thing on the table. Ignoring the fact that in his pockets was a ball that could travel at dangerous speeds, break limbs, act like a bullet, heal, slow and speed up aging, and so much more he has yet to even think about touching.

"You don't have a weapon and you don't know how to ride a horse. Two things that are integral in this place." Alan points out, Rowan wants to argue that his steel ball will help him just fine but Alan raises his hand. "I know about the steel ball, that it's special but it also needs time, right?"

That was the problem with the steel ball. It needs time to build up speed. Usually. Rowan has practiced with the steel ball for six years, activating the Spin was second nature for him, well, in a calm situation, he's never been in a combat situation with the Spin. He didn't answer, neither confirming nor denying. "Well, people will take notice and will act if you throw around that ball willy-nilly. That's where this sword comes in." He takes it out and Rowan notices how average it looks. "It's not too heavy or light, it's a bastard sword so either one hand or both, and it's not that expensive so should it break you won't break the bank getting a replacement."

"Cheap." Rowan teases and Alan chuckles.

"It's for show anyway. Just take it and go to the town square, you'll see this big building, it's called the 'Long House'. It's also where you can sign up for commissions and quests for money." At this, Rowan leaned forward in interest. "The more commissions and quests you complete, the more attention you'll get, and the higher the chance it is for you to enter that place either as a guard or from an invitation you stole."

"What about you?" Rowan asks. "Working in the field?"

"I can't hold your hand for everything." Alan confirms with a nod. "You've gotta do your own thing at some point. I suggest you get going now before the crowd starts forming."

Nodding, Rowan heads to his room to change his clothes. A few minutes later, he's wearing jeans with sneakers, his white shirt with a black stripe on it, his jacket, and his steel ball hidden in the pockets. The final piece of the puzzle was his snapback that he let hang on his belt loop. He waves as he steps out and begins his trek towards the Long House.

The Long House was long. From inside it looked like a tavern, stairs leading up to rooms were beside the counter and people regularly moved up and down it. Signing up itself was a simple affair. Ignore the looks, ask what is needed to sign up as an associate, sign the dotted lines, ask questions, get a medal and pick something out of the large wall of papers.

"...look at him."

Ignore them.

"...die in the first commission…"

Ignore them.

"...looks stupid."

The more they kept talking the more his mood was starting to plummet. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when they mentioned his hat.

"It looks stupid."

They're insulting the last memory he has of his teacher who taught him everything he knew. Well, guess what, he has a lot of tricks. He rips out a random paper as he grits his teeth, his snapback hiding his grit teeth and the glare in his eyes as he subtly reaches into his jacket and brings out the steel ball, activating the Spin as he rested the hand on the counter and hid the ball, ignoring the cautious look of the people manning the counter. He heard a few people jump but he ignored them as the vibrations from the Spin began to spread out, mapping out the area in his mind as he asked, "This one good?" It was a simple elimination commission, unlike quests which tend to be longer and a bit more complicated, commissions are simple and pay less than quests but the pay isn't bad. The person behind the counter nods and he removes his hand. Ignoring the hushed whispers as he catches the eyes of a lot of people with animal ears on their heads.

Finally, as he steps out, all the alcohol in the general dining area bursts out, corks popping off their bottles with little explanation and other associates getting doused in alcohol. The shouts of surprise were enough to improve his mood by a bunch.

A/N: So, I hope you guys enjoyed. Favorite, follow, share or review if you did. I'll admit, there's a glaring lack of lore for Kuroinu aside from what's shown in the hentai. Not to mention the lack of [Stands] but that's not the focus for now. It'll come later, don't worry. Anyway, I feel like this chapter was 'good' but I felt like it lacked something. That said, there was one Stand so here is the file:

Stand: Kickstart

Musical Inspiration: Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue

User: ?

Power: E

Speed: E

Range: E

Staying: A

Precision: E

Potential: D

Ability: Kickstart's ability is simple in effect. Any attacks directed at the user activates its ability to send the person to another world, but when Rowan and the user were twelve, Rowan touched him and was sent to a different world, returning suddenly after saving a Princess and two dark elves. Which means that the ability has a bit more nuance than either could've guessed. Not to mention the other people that have been sent to other worlds after trying to attack the user and few have returned. Those that did lacked the intent to harm and instead were grateful. Rowan believes that [Kickstart]'s ability isn't defensive but is instead automatic, sending people who need it to where they need to be. For some its a quick trip and for others its a banishment to somewhere else but the theme remains constant, [they weren't fated to be there]. It's unknown whether [Kickstart] sends them to another world to live out a new life or if it's dealing with anomalies. In the end, the two decided to leave it to fate.

There it is, anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed, if you notice something that bothers you, don't be afraid to leave a review or leave one if you simply liked the story and are anxious for more. Not to mention if you know anyone that is a beta reader for Kuroinu stories. Khaylittle is good to talk to and a great help for the JoJo aspect of this story but having someone to talk to concerning th ekuroinu aspect would be nice.

Next Chapter: I Have No Idea How to Use a Sword but Fuck it: Now, with backstory and a great lack of Stands.