14: Everyone starts training.

While Eis was carrying out his mission, the rest of the group had not just stood around doing nothing, that would have been stupid of them. Jotaro, for example, was training hard. 

Jotaro had received the Hamon training method, and he was able to find some notes on this martial art from his grandfather Joseph Joestar, and even from his great-grandmother Lisa Lisa. 

His grandfather had told him about the capabilities of this martial art, which not only allowed people to perform superhuman feats but was also able to create strange energy that manifested itself as golden electrical sparks with certain special properties. 

Then, under the curious eyes of his daughter Jolyne, Jotaro put a strange black mask on his face. This mask changed his normal way of breathing; if he changed his breathing pattern, the object would be blocked until he returned to the optimal way of breathing. 

Not only that, but following the training instructions, he began to train his body in a variety of ways, such as fully immersing himself in a pool, climbing oiled surfaces, and even walking on metal spikes. 

During the two weeks that he had been practicing, he noticed certain physical changes in himself, such as feeling much younger. 

This could be confirmed when he saw himself in the mirror, then he began to notice that some physical details of his body had changed, acquiring a much smoother and younger appearance than before.

His flexibility had improved, his muscles seemed to have tightened and become stronger, and even his strength had increased. Before, she had very little interest in having sex. 

Yes, even with a daughter, it was more because his wife was more proactive than he was, more due to his education and culture than anything else. As a Japanese, at least one without strange fixations, he was not a person very interested in sexual relations. 

Now, he had not only strength, but 'vitality', something his wife experienced firsthand, and probably, Jolyne will have a new brother in the future, because Hamon is a martial art that represents life, so yes, it includes all aspects that have to do with the blossoming of life. 

Jotaro also noticed that his mind became much clearer and more adequate, it had been a long time since he had felt the weight of stress or worries. Yes, they were there, they were not gone, but they could no longer cloud his mind or his judgment. 

He even noticed that Star Platinum, the physical representation of his mind and soul, had undergone some subtle changes. It wasn't an evolution, he had already used the full potential of his stand, but the eyes of it looked more agile, more intelligent. 

One of Jotaro's goals is to have a good skill level, then he will do what his grandfather tried in his time, channel his Hamon through his stand. Though this skill was normal against normal creatures, it would be a real threat against those who were vulnerable to light or the like. 

Jotaro, who walked causally on the water of his pool, opened his phone and looked at the new photos, videos, and even audio that Eis had sent. The boy seemed to have already finished his task and even sent the picture of the corpse of an enemy he had encountered during his mission, a demon. 

Even though it was only a picture, Jotaro felt a strange sensation when he saw it, as if the woman in the picture was the most beautiful in the world, although small sparks covered his forehead and cleared his mind. 

Luckily, he hadn't lost his concentration, so he was still standing in the water, but when he saw the notes that Eis had put on those pictures, he understood what had happened, something that made him put demons of a sexual nature on his danger list.

"What an evil creature," Jotaro muttered as he put down his phone and walked through the water, making small jumps before reaching the shore.

"Daddy! I want to do that, too, I want to make flowers out of the branches," Jolyne, who was always curious about her father's training, ran up to him. 

Jotaro put his hand on her head, messing up her hairstyle, and then a little blue arm came out of her sword and tried to hit him, while his daughter puffed out her cheeks in discomfort. 

"DADDY! It took me so long to get ready, let me go!" the little blue fist started to hit him on his hand, and although the blows were much stronger than any child could do, his physique, strengthened by his training by Hamon, resisted. 

"Jolyne, what did I tell you about spying on me?" Jotaro asked his daughter, who crouched down, but he was still too big, so his daughter had to raise her head. 

"But I want to be like you!" the girl cried, making Jotaro sigh. 

Even though his daughter had awakened his stand and the father-daughter relationship between them had grown much stronger than before, Jotaro wanted to wait a little longer until his daughter grew up, he didn't want her to miss out on a proper childhood. 

"When you grow up, you can be as amazing as me, but now you have to have fun. But don't worry, you'll be able to do cool things like me, like this," Jotaro picked up a small branch from the grass and took a deep breath.

His special breath created small golden sparks in his hand, which concentrated on the twig and made small flowers and shoots grow on it, which made his daughter even more excited. 

Jolyne never tired of watching the spectacle, and even her mother, who stood at the patio door and watched the situation, watched what her husband was capable of with excitement in her eyes. 

Who wouldn't be thrilled to see something so wonderful? Jotaro had already shown that there were strange and unknown things in this world, but since she couldn't see the stands, the effect of this situation was not so unbelievable. 

Though she witnessed the supernatural battle between Eis and Azula, it was not as incredible to her as seeing her husband achieve an equally magical situation. She even kept a rose that her husband constantly irradiated with Hamon to keep it fresh and fragrant. 

"This is amazing," Jolyne murmured as she took the small flowering branch. 

Jotaro removed his hand from her head and looked towards the door, noticing that his wife was watching him. A small smile appeared on his face before he remembered something, his wife was also a scientist, an astronomer. 

He had the photos and videos that Eis had sent, why not show them to her? That would probably please Elizabeth a lot, and well, now he could appreciate this gentle touch of his wife in certain situations much better, life was good. 

Realizing that he was truly happy and wanted to keep it that way, he lowered his gaze so that Elizabeth wouldn't see the hardness in his eyes. Determination burned in them like two flames, he would protect his wife and daughter like a madman if necessary, even if fate deserted him. 

On the other hand, Schala was enjoying the Millennium Fair, which would last a whole month and attract people from all over the world, even some still traveling by boat to get closer to this great fair. 

She had begun to research the things that had been created in this society, learning about its history, culture, and some examples of advanced technology for this time. 

She then discovered that in the 13,000 years, she had been imprisoned, the world had gone through several eras in which technology had advanced by leaps and bounds, but for some strange reason, everything was returning to 'simpler' technology, as if something or someone was limiting human development. 

Strange tales of fire rains destroying entire cities were some of the things she found, though the sages of that era considered them simple tales, she found similar accounts in various records.

"It will be that... Lavos did this?" muttered Schala as she explored a small ruin on the outskirts of the city she had ended up in on her way out. 

An inventor named Taban found these technological ruins and developed many creations with what he learned, and his daughter Luca seemed to have inherited his talents. 

Schala held what appeared to be a black piece of glass, but she knew it was, it was crystallized earth from the high temperature. She squeezed his hand, shattering the glass, realizing that while she was guarding this monster, he had somehow intervened in the world. 

"No, not Lavos, someone else, someone who did not want 'lower' people to reach heights they were not 'allowed' to reach, my mother," Schala began to show anger on her face. 

She loathed, no, hated her terrible mother with all her heart. The woman had destroyed all the life she had known, and because of her, Schala was condemned to a sad existence in absolute darkness. 

Before her anger clouded her mind, she noticed two people approaching the ruins, her long ears pricked up to listen to the dialog the strangers were having. 

"I told you, Crono! Even though my father said he found everything, I want to see if he missed anything, maybe we can find something that will help us find his teleportation machine," a young woman's voice was heard by Schala, making the princess decide to hide her figure with dark magic. 

"I know, but we couldn't just come now, but early tomorrow, don't you think? Then I'll have time to train freely," a young man's voice answered the girl, and then Schala could see who the speaker was. 

A young man with rather strange red hair, for the strands of his hair seemed to clump together and stand up strangely. The young man wore martial arts clothing, with a sword at his waist. 

The girl had purple hair like Schala's, only less dark. Oversized glasses on her face and a brown hat gave the young woman a somewhat plain appearance, but her features showed that she was a beauty. 

But Schala wasn't so much focused on her features, but rather on the fact that she felt a strong presence of 'destiny' upon them, and at the risk of sounding flippant by using the usual Gojo Y Eis jargon, the princess had a particular thought. 

These children are the protagonists,' she thought, finding the reason why she had felt such a stir in the currents of destiny. 

Though this influence on them had not yet fully grown, the children would soon be forced to embark on an adventure to finally fulfill their destiny. Schala knew that his story had been told on other worlds, but he preferred not to know so that he could see something new. 

Knowing that she could become involved by following these young people, she decided to begin her involvement in the best way she knew how. Shadow magic stirred within her, transforming her into a black robe with a hood, her face completely obscured. 

After taking a magical image of herself and sending it to the chat group, Schala emerged from her hiding place and walked slowly toward them. 

"Let's go, Luca, there's no..." Crono, showing off his hard training and sensitive senses, unsheathed his sword as he turned his body in the direction of the approaching stranger. 

Crono stood in front of his friend Luca, protecting her, but he knew she could take care of herself, and indeed, his friend did not disappoint him. When the young woman realized that someone strange was approaching her, she touched the bag at the side of her body and pulled out a weapon. 

It was a somewhat bulky pistol, but the young woman handled it with ease. She aimed at the hooded figure, her finger on the trigger showing that she would not hesitate to strike; in this day and age, one could not leave one's life to chance. 

"Who are you? Identify yourself" Crono realized that Luca was ready, and crouched down slightly as he held his sword ready to strike. 

"Do not be afraid, young ones," Schala's soft voice was heard by them, and although she wore an enigmatic robe, her words proved to be somewhat helpful in calming them. 

"We are not afraid of you, but someone with your appearance approaching us is suspicious," Luca commented, a bit more relaxed, but without taking his finger off the trigger. 

"It's good that you are alert, but I have to assume this appearance because it is necessary, but I am not approaching you for evil purposes," Schala stopped four meters away from them, close enough to feel something... familiar. 

The young men in front of her were indeed special, possibly descendants of the Enlightened Ones, her people. She felt the latent light energy in the boy and the fiery fire energy in the girl. 

Especially the girl, her talent could even rival that of the royal family, and judging by her purple hair, she was probably a descendant of the nobility of his kingdom.

It didn't occur to him that she was descended from his brother, the royal family could identify each other by magic, something that didn't happen with this young girl. 

"You look like a wizard from the stories," Crono said curiously.

"Fool, wizards don't exist anymore," Luca replied as if she was used to being called that by Crono.

"Oh, but I do know magic," Schala said to prove her words to the disbelieving youth. 

A small ball of light erupted from her palm, transforming into animal figures before turning into glowing replicas of Crono and Luca. The boys were amazed, which made Schala smile, even though no one could see it. 

"Tell me, would you like to learn?" Schala's question unconsciously drifted into something she never knew until much later, a new ending, a new conclusion.

Gojo was tired and dry. Yes, in that order. Not only had he fallen into a slight training frenzy, but he had also discovered the goodness of those moments of enlightenment after wild sex. 

As beautiful and wonderful as Gojo Satoru was, there was something he couldn't change, he was too strong, so strong that people hardly saw him as a human being. Because all cursed power users somehow despised normal people, the result was a virgin Gojo Satoru. 

Sure, Toji didn't count as a normal human, but Gojo never saw himself going out with normal humans because not only were they from different worlds, but the most beautiful person in the world could hardly enter his eyes. 

Having good eyes allowed him to find details, flaws that no one but him would notice. And because he was so strong that he could be considered a humanoid atomic bomb, no want to be with him. 

Because even if he had a carefree attitude, no one would forget the basics, he was Gojo freaking Satoru. Besides, even if he had a partner, what could she do? He didn't have time for the drama of a relationship, and since he would be weaker than he was, they couldn't spend time on missions or training. 

Until Giratina came into his life and rocked his world. Not only was she much stronger than him, but because she was a superior being, the flaws he could find in mere mortals were not found in her. 

He could not only train with her but also learn from her. Yes, Gojo was able to digest the ideas much faster, and he even learned a few things from Giratina. 

He knew that if he could fight her version of a month ago, he could give himself a well-deserved beating without his past self being able to help it. Even though he knew that his strength would soon stop growing as fast as it had, since his buildup would end, he couldn't deny that the realization made him quite happy. 

But Giratina was a dragon from the beginning of his universe, let's just say that the woman was thirsty, and since he was a mere mortal compared to her, all his positive energy couldn't save him from going completely dry, but it was not like he was against her. He had a good life. 

On Azula's side, things were much more varied. Not only did she experiment with some chemical compounds when she could, but she also paid special attention to the art of seeing things with fire.

Although they were only random and very short things for now, the things she was able to observe were many and varied. From normal nature, people fishing, eating .... in private situations that gave the princess a lot to think about. 

She had also started practicing projectile throwing with Mai and energy blocking with Ty Lee, they were not her thing, but trying new things had opened her mind to different ideas. 

She had also dabbled in Hamon because it was compatible enough to be useful to her, even getting a special mask from Jotaro via the [Storage] group chat, though she could only wear it at night to avoid trouble with her father. 

"Hey Azula~ When are you going to introduce us to this guy?" whispered Ty Lee to a sweaty Azula who had finished her usual training.

Azula looked at her friend for a few moments before she sighed. She had already seen the pictures of Eis returning to his world, maybe she could talk to him in a little while, she hoped that what she had learned in the last few days could help her with the young man. 

"When I can have my own space," Azula replied quietly, she didn't want the servants to hear her, she had realized at an early age that they were her father's spies. 

"Okay, but hurry or I'll think it's all in your head," Ty Lee stuck her tongue out at her before running off, Azula following her. 

"Don't let her get you!" the princess shouted, though there was an amused smile on her face. 

Azula had improved her relationship with her friends, showing herself to be much more understanding and open than before, something Ty Lee and Mai noticed, though they still had their doubts, they hoped that the princess had indeed changed for the better. 

Ty Lee found Azula very easy to deal with, and at this point, she regretted sharing Hamon's training method with her. Yes, Azula wanted to try a few things and prove her confidence in her friends. 

Though she couldn't quite explain the weirdness of the group chat, she had told them that she had joined a special group of people and that the Hamon breathing technique came from one of the members, all of whom were inspired by the power of the sun. 

The culture of the Fire Nation worshiped the sun, so they thought it was a way a non-master had found to make himself much stronger, and adding to that the fact that Hamon seemed to increase the resonance between oneself and the spiritual plane, both girls decided to give it a try. 

"Now she looks like a wandering spirit," muttered Azula, who was the one who noticed that her closeness to the ethereal plane increased a bit when she started training with the Hamon. 

So much so that she might have been able to understand what Chi was much better; technically, the Hamon was a form of manipulation of that particular energy present in her body. 

Her new understanding of chi allowed her to 'see' the spark within her, the source of her fire, and although she couldn't interact with it, just seeing it raised the temperature of her fire a little more. 

Azula was preparing herself as best she could, not only for future missions but for when the time came to take what was rightfully hers. Not only would she be free of her father... she would finally be the Fire Lady.

After sending the last picture of his arrival at the school's hangar, Eis took a deep breath. Now he had to face his tutor and instructor, find out why there was a demon at their destination, and most importantly, claim his new pair of magical orbs. His Fairy Orbs. 

With his first step towards Rosenda's office, many things were set in motion.

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AN: Showing a little of the development of the other participants, because Eis is not only the protagonist of the story. 

The timelines of some worlds have been stretched to be more logical, I mean, how the hell did Giorno get to hit it off so quickly with Bucciarati and the others? Anyway, enjoy!