Jokaro Tujo, kenned as JoJo. He was struggling on keeping up with the others as his stand wasn't getting any more vigorous, he had to find some type of way to get more stronger. He decided that if he was to train his stand, it'd maybe get more and more useful. Kindred to Joseph's Hamon and Cross's constant evolution. He'd peregrinate somewhere far away, maybe into his pocket dimension. Once he arrived there he'd lay out some cans, and would place a BB pellet within his stand's hand, laying out some cans onto the ground, Star Platinum would compose a fist, leaving his thumb out of his fist, he commenced to flick the BB's at the can. It was nothing incipient that he'd never done afore, his stand caught a bullet at point blank range at the past, and what made it worse is that he kenned no other stand users. So he wasn't able to ask anyone how'd they get there stand more powerful.

Shortly after he'd give up on training, he didn't feel as if his training was ameliorating his stand not one inch, he'd take a deep sigh of disappointment. He'd ambulate towards the door, and would leave his house within the pocket Dimension. He'd commence to take a couple inches towards the pocket dimension, entering the portal, and coming back to the authentic world. He'd leave the cave, climbing up the ladder which leaded to the outside. Once he made it back into the surface, he'd take a deep sigh. "Good Grief, It seems that I'll never got more vigorous. He'd ambulate back towards the town, and afore he kenned it. Time ceased around him, he had no conception on how it transpired. He was quite confounded, and would look around. Astonished. Time resumed shortly after, he didn't ken what he did, and how he did it. The 16 year old delinquent would perpetuate on his day as if nothing transpired.

The boy went back to town, and would descry some outlandish activity. It seemed as if someone had assailed the town, and he was most definitely not safe. A man would emerge from the shadows, and without any words. The man assailed, and a stand would manifest abaft him. His stand carried around a sword, and it was heavily inspired by some type of knight. His sword was a rapier, and afore Jokaro would be able to manifest his stand, he was shanked multiple times, fortuitous for him it missed his vital organs. Jokaro then got back up expeditiously, and would manifest his stand, and afore he kenned it. Time was frozen again, this was quite the shock for him, and it seemed that his stand had determinately evolved, his wish had came true, while time was frozen. Jokaro commenced to inch a few steps forward. He'd commence his flurry of punches, his stand shouted "ORA ORA ORA!" The final blow landed the man's head, his skull shattered on optical discernment. He'd sigh as he ambulated off with his incipient potency, letting out a faint smile. He was very blissful on how his stand evolved, and he was conclusively able to avail out even more.