The Ability That Can’t Be Stopped

Ishiki Kujo stood motionless.

He was focused inward—sensing, feeling, trying to exert control over the ability now raging out from his body.

He needed to shut down Heavy Weather.

Because right now, its effect—Worldwide Snailification—was expanding outward from him like ripples in an endless sea.

At its current rate, it would overtake Inuzuka Zawa's team in a matter of hours.

Once that happened, it wouldn't matter how loyal or strong they were—they would become snails.

Ishiki knew the mechanics. Heavy Weather didn't attack the body. It warped the unconscious mind. It implanted a belief so absolute, the victim's body physically manifested it.

They believed they were snails.

And so… they became them.

Could Genjutsu break it? Could rewiring the subconscious snap someone out of the trance? He wasn't sure.

Just as he began to theorize, Ishiki suddenly felt a strange sensation coursing through his hand.

Something foreign… was merging into him.

His gaze dropped to his arm—his skin rippling, twitching—and there it was:

The Saint's Right Eye.

The relic he had ripped from the Iwa-nin's corpse was moving—sliding under his flesh, crawling toward his face, and burrowing into the socket of his right eye.

He didn't stop it. Not for a second.

He let it in.

The moment the eye settled into place, his Sharingan deactivated—but Ishiki's perception suddenly amplified beyond anything it had ever been.

Everything came into focus.

Distant snails crawling on the dirt appeared in startling clarity. With a single mental command, he could scan their full biological structure—skeletons, organs, fluids.

It wasn't Genjutsu. It wasn't Chakra sensing.

It was X-ray vision. Real, tangible analytical omnivision.

And then—something else materialized beside him.

A Stand.

It wasn't Weather Report.

It was—

The Fool.

Back legs like wheels. Front paws like claws. A bird-like head with feathers and a humanoid body built from desert sand.

That meant…

The Saint's Right Eye had given him a second Stand.

Ishiki froze.

In all the JoJo canon, this had never happened. Even Kira's multiple abilities came from one Stand, not two. Not even DIO had wielded two Stands simultaneously.

Why was this different?

Why did the Saint's Eye give him a duplicate Stand, one that already existed in his memory?

Would every fragment of the Saint's Corpse unlock a JoJo-era Stand? Would he collect them like cards—defeating rival users, claiming their relics, and stacking power?

Would he become a walking Stand Museum?

Ishiki had no answers—but he had questions.

And more than that, he had evidence.

With a thought, he pulled the Saint's Eye back out.

The Fool vanished.

He lowered his gaze to his own chest.

As he focused his chakra and Ripple inwards, a brownish, spectral image emerged—the Saint's Torso. It had been inside him all along, unnoticed.

Even as the torso floated from his body, Weather Report didn't vanish.

A contradiction.

Why did one relic give him a Stand, while another didn't seem to affect his existing one?

What was the torso's power?

What had it given him that he hadn't yet discovered?

And more importantly—how had it gotten inside him?

He couldn't remember.

No memory of fusing with the torso. No sense of when or how it occurred.

Curiosity burned. But time was short.

He reinserted the Right Eye—The Fool appeared again. Then he placed the Torso back inside himself—The Fool vanished.

So, they conflicted.

Maybe only one relic's Stand could be active at a time.

Or maybe the torso granted some kind of non-Stand ability he hadn't yet unlocked.

He had no way of knowing yet.

Still, something else was far more urgent.

Heavy Weather.

The world around him shimmered with distortion. Rainbows. Pressure. Lightning forming silently above the clouds.

And it wasn't stopping.

He couldn't stop it.

He had tried. Willed it. Focused on suppressing ozone-layer disruption.

Nothing worked.

Heavy Weather wasn't just out of control—it was autonomous.

It wasn't listening to him.

Even when he wanted it to stop, the ability continued, like an automatic virus set loose on the world.

He realized something chilling:

Heavy Weather is a passive, uninterruptible ability.

That was something he hadn't known before swapping Stands.

If he had, maybe—maybe—he would've hesitated. Just for a second.

But now it was too late.

He had activated a weapon with no off switch.

The ability was still expanding. In Jolyne's world, it had taken less than half a day to cover an entire city.

Here, it was already radiating far beyond what he could see.

In a day, the whole continent could be under its influence.

In a week, the whole world.

He imagined it—snailified humans, shinobi, animals, civilians, insects. Everything with a nervous system reduced to slimy docility.

An Earth of nothing but slugs and shells.

A nightmarish peace.

Not the future Ishiki Kujo wanted.

There were two possible solutions.

One—like Father Pucci—he could attempt to seal the memory of how the ability worked.

But he lacked Whitesnake.

Without a way to extract memories surgically, he'd have to rely on traditional Sealing Jutsu.

And that… was dangerous.

Tampering with his own memory without perfect precision could leave him mentally broken—a genius reduced to a vegetable.

So that left option two.