AJIN. 9

Narration 

After Jonathan left the sage land, a month later, now is Jonathan flying through the air on his cloud towards Konoha. 

'I'm pretty sure I'll make it before the invasion, right?' He thought as he started to see Konoha however the sky above Konoha was stained with smoke and flames, the echoes of chaos carried on the wind.

Jonathan got off the cloud and stood on a hill overlooking the village, his heart pounding. The invasion was already underway—Suna and Oto shinobi stormed through the streets like a relentless tide, and amidst the carnage, the village's defenders fought valiantly to hold their ground.

Jonathan clenched his fists, feeling the surge of Hamon and combing chakra with it, energy coursing through him. His time training in the Sage Land among the clouds had sharpened him, giving him the tools to protect those important to him.

Now, it was time to prove himself. 'No one will destroy my home,' he thought. Not while I stand. With a flick of his wrist, Killer Queen materialized beside him, its feline eyes glinting with a dangerous aura.

The Stand's presence gave Jonathan an unshakable confidence as he leapt from the hill and descended into the fray.

Landing gracefully amidst a group of Sound ninja, he unleashed a burst of Hamon energy, sending a ripple through the ground that knocked them off their feet. 

He learned something especially useful about his Hamon, it could disrupt chakra, if Hamon travels through somebody they can't use chakra for a couple seconds. 

"Who is this kid?" one of the shinobis shouted, scrambling to recover. "Eh, nobody important, dibs on his stuff." Another shinobi said.

Jonathan's voice cut through the din like steel. "I'm Jonathan Joestar, I just wanted to live a quiet little life, but this invasion is stopping that, and this is where it ends." Before they could react, Killer Queen sprang into action.

The Stand's deadly precision was unmatched—it planted an invisible bomb on the kunai one of the ninjas had drawn.

In an instant, the weapon exploded, taking down a cluster of enemies in a fiery blast. The rest hesitated, unnerved by the strange power they couldn't comprehend.

Jonathan didn't let up. Channeling his Hamon into his hands, he struck one attacker with a radiant punch, the energy coursing through the man's body and immobilizing him.

Another came at him from the left, but Jonathan spun gracefully, weaving a series of hand signs. "Fire Style: Phoenix Flame Jutsu!" he roared, sending a barrage of fiery projectiles toward the advancing enemies.

The flames danced through the air, targeting the invaders with pinpoint accuracy and forcing them to retreat.

The battle surged around him as more invaders poured into the area. Among them, a Sand shinobi wielded a massive puppet that towered over him and other shinobi, its blades gleaming menacingly. The puppet master smirked, confident in his creation's power.

"Let's see how you handle this!" the puppeteer sneered. Jonathan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. The puppet's movements were precise and calculated, but he had a plan.

He directed Killer Queen to create a bomb on a piece of debris nearby. With a nod, the Stand hurled the explosive near the puppet.

The resulting explosion sent the puppet sprawling to the ground, its mechanisms shattered. "Not bad," Jonathan muttered, catching his breath. The fight was far from over, but he could feel the tides shifting.

With each passing moment, his resolve grew stronger. As he stood amidst the chaos, defending his village with every ounce of his strength, Jonathan knew one thing for certain—he would become a force to be reckoned with in this world.

And this invasion would mark the beginning of his legend, but then he remembered his family, 'Oh shit, they're in this mess!' Getting on his flying cloud he flies towards his home, when he gets there, he realizes his home is damaged, destroyed. 

Unsummoning his katana from a scroll he breaks through a window and sees his mother and father on the ground, in a puddle of their own blood. 

Dropping his katana, "M-mom? D-dad?" "No, No NO!" He screams clutching his head and desperately shaking them, trying to tell himself it's fake, it's not real. 

"They'll pay for this..." His fists clenched and Killer Queen floating menacingly behind doing a boxer pose, charging out of his house he scours the streets looking for shinobi that aren't wearing the Konoha head band. 

The streets of Konoha were unrecognizable, consumed by chaos and destruction. Jonathan moved through the carnage like a shadow, his heart hardened by grief and rage.

His parents' lifeless bodies haunted his every step, their blood staining the floor of the home that had once been his sanctuary. The invaders had taken everything from him, and now, he would take everything from them.

Jonathan's eyes burned with fury as he spotted a group of Sand shinobi advancing through the village. Their headbands gleamed mockingly in the firelight, a symbol of the betrayal that had shattered his world.

He clenched his fists, Hamon energy crackling across his skin as Killer Queen materialized beside him.

"You'll pay for what you've done," he muttered, his voice cold and venomous. The Sand shinobi barely had time to react before Killer Queen struck, planting an invisible bomb on the jacket one of them had worn.

Jonathan snapped his fingers, and the explosion tore through the group, sending bodies flying. The force of the blast was so intense that it shattered the windows of nearby buildings, and Jonathan didn't care.

His only focus was on the next target. As he moved through the battlefield, his actions grew increasingly ruthless. He didn't just defeat his enemies—he obliterated them, leaving no remains for funerals.

Killer Queen's bombs created fiery explosions that lit up the night, and Jonathan's Hamon-charged strikes left his opponents immobilized, their bodies broken.

But his thirst for vengeance blinded him to the consequences of his actions. In his rage, he failed to notice a group of Konoha shinobi fighting nearby.

When he detonated a bomb on a Sand ninja's armor, the resulting explosion sent debris flying in all directions. A shard of metal struck a Konoha shinobi in the shoulder, and the man cried out in pain.

Jonathan turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw the injured shinobi. For a moment, he hesitated, his mind racing. They're not my enemies, he thought. But they're in my way.

The injured shinobi looked at Jonathan with a mixture of anger and confusion. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "You're supposed to be protecting the village!"

Jonathan's jaw tightened, and he turned away without responding. He couldn't afford to be distracted by guilt or doubt. His parents' faces lashed in his mind, their lifeless eyes staring back at him.

The invaders had taken them from him, and he wouldn't stop until every last one of them was dead.

As the night wore on, Jonathan's actions became increasingly reckless. He unleashed his Fire Style jutsus without regard for the collateral damage, and Killer Queen's bombs created destruction that spread far beyond his intended targets.

A group of Suna and Oto shinobi approached a lone Genin looking for his family, Jonathan wondered whether he should intervene to save the Genin or to kill the other shinobi, the Genin tried to fight back but was slammed into the wall and beaten. 

Jonathan remembered the promise he made to his parents, 'I couldn't protect you two... but maybe, I can protect others.' 

Gripping his katana he sneaks into the group of six shinobi just as they were about to finish the child, he stabs one through the chest and Killer Queen barrages one, then grabbing the kid from the group. 

Tossing the Genin away the shinobi attention is on him, they don't speak, only drawing out their kunai or katanas and dashing towards Jonathan. 

Blocking a slash and dodging a stab from two of them he kicks one back, using Killer Queen to put Hamon through the ground 2 of the shinobi step on the area and get sent flying. 

Letting Killer Queen handle the one shinobi still fighting and using an enhanced fireball Jutsu.

"Neo-Fire style: Fire Ball Jutsu!" 

The giant ball of fire consumes the two shinobi before they could even get up, the last shinobi is then barraged, tossed away, and blown to smithereens. 

Making sure the Genin was okay he leaves the area, hunting for more shinobi. 

By the time the sun began to rise, the streets of Konoha were littered with the bodies of his enemies. Jonathan stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving as he surveyed the destruction. The fire in his heart still burned, but it was no longer fueled by rage.

It was made by something dark but evolved into a resolve to ensure that no one would ever take from him again, no matter the cost.