Star Platinum World
Six Star
Level: 5 (Upgradeable to Level 6)
Owner: Jotaro Kujo
Type: Close-range Power Stand with immense strength, blinding speed, and extreme precision
Ability: Time Stop
Time Stop (Solo): 5 seconds
Time Stop (Multiple Stands): 2 seconds
Note 1: Invincible
Note 2: "Five seconds is still too short, but… what about another level up?"
Logan finished reading the introduction of Star Platinum: The World. The main stats remained unchanged from before—still a close-range power stand—but now it had become a six-star entity with time-stopping abilities unlocked.
"Five seconds when used alone, two seconds when multiple Stands are active…"
Logan tapped the screen thoughtfully. "So, it's due to my mental energy being split between multiple Stands."
That seemed like the most logical explanation.
More importantly, only Star Platinum and Logan himself could move during stopped time. That meant he couldn't use a cheap strategy like pausing time and summoning Whitesnake to steal enemy discs. It made sense. Time Stop wasn't meant to be abused without limits.
Only Star Platinum and The World could operate in this suspended dimension. Maybe someday, Logan would draw The World as well. If that happened, he'd finally realize the fantasy of two time-stopping Stands ganging up on an opponent.
His gaze dropped to Note 2 again.
"After unlocking The World, Star Platinum jumped to six-star… but it's still only level five."
Note 2 hinted that upgrading it to level six might increase the time-stop duration.
"Would it reach nine seconds like Dio's? Or… more?"
He currently had 4,695 Soul Fragments. Upgrading to level six required 6,000.
"A difference of just 1,300. Not too far off. I'll wait a bit longer."
Logan took a sip of tea and began reviewing the powers under his control.
Recently, most of his efforts had gone into upgrading Star Platinum. His other Stands had stayed roughly the same level. But as the original body, Logan had become increasingly proficient in using Ripple and natural energy. The battles against Yagura, Obito, and Dio had pushed his control and adaptation to new heights.
He could feel it—his body transforming. Not just feathers growing on his arms or shifts in his muscles. This was something deeper, an evolution beyond the limits of typical living beings.
That feeling had been strongest during his fiery battle with Dio.
"With a five-second time stop and my current speed, anything within a hundred meters is within range."
If any future enemies assumed Logan's range was just a few meters and tried to keep their distance, they'd be in for a rude awakening.
When facing massive attacks like a Tailed Beast Bomb, five seconds would be more than enough to dash out of ground zero. Combined with his rapid regeneration, Logan could now hold his own even without Sasuke's jutsu-negation techniques. He could handle Pain and Yagura alone, with calm precision.
With his upgrades completed and priorities sorted, Logan finally relaxed.
This trip to the Land of Water had been productive in every way.
He glanced at Terumi Mei, who had fallen asleep at the table. Quietly, he draped the Mizukage robe over her shoulders.
"Let's rest tonight," he murmured.
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The celebration banquet was lively.
Ninjas from the Reformist faction filled the hall, along with neutral Kirigakure ninjas and a few recognizable faces like Chōjūrō—one of the few surviving graduates of the recent class.
There were even guests from other ninja villages. Due to the sudden timing, few top-tier figures could attend in person. Instead, most villages sent nearby representatives to show their respect.
Originally, Terumi Mei had invited several prominent figures from the Land of Water as well. But with a new Daimyō in office and his stance on both Kirigakure and Logan uncertain, none of the elite dared to show support outright. Every one of them had conveniently fallen "ill" and sent subordinates to deliver their gifts instead.
Not that Terumi Mei cared.
Her ideal celebration was simple: drinking and feasting with the comrades who'd fought by her side during the rebellion.
But being a Kage came with responsibilities. Politics, diplomacy, and optics.
So she put on a smile and raised her glass, navigating the web of formalities with grace.
After several rounds of drinks, she addressed the assembled leaders, summarizing the political future she envisioned for Kirigakure.
But she noticed quickly—they weren't really interested in Kirigakure's policies.
No. There was only one person everyone wanted to know about.
"Excuse me," a clear voice asked. "Is Mr. Logan not attending the banquet tonight?"
The speaker was a representative from the Cloud Shinobi Village.
Unlike other villages that sent lesser-known envoys, Cloud Shinobi Village had prepared lavish gifts upon hearing of Yagura's fall. They had dispatched none other than Samui, one of Killer Bee's disciples and a respected jōnin.
Samui stood tall, her features sharp and composed. Short, pale yellow hair framed her face, and her skin—unlike most Cloud nin—was fair and delicate. She wore a grey, form-fitting skirt, revealing long, shapely legs. A tight corset enhanced her already ample chest, the low neckline exposing her pale, flawless skin.
Terumi Mei narrowed her eyes.
A seductive woman with ulterior motives.
She'd noticed Samui scanning the crowd the moment the banquet began—clearly looking for Logan. But since guests were to be treated courteously, Terumi Mei forced a polite smile.
"He doesn't enjoy crowds much," she said sweetly. "He's probably off somewhere quiet, enjoying the moonlight with a drink. Ms. Samui, I'd love to discuss future cooperation between Cloud and Mist—"
"That won't be necessary," Samui interrupted flatly.
She bowed slightly, offering a formal nod, then turned on her heel and left.
Zabuza wandered over, looking amused.
"The big one from Cloud Shinobi," he muttered with a chuckle, gesturing dramatically at his chest. "She's here for Logan too?"
Terumi Mei took another sip of wine, her gaze sweeping across the room.
"Who isn't?"
The battle that night had seared itself into everyone's memory.
Logan—the same man who once fled Konoha like a hunted animal during the Uchiha massacre—now held the power to shake the entire ninja world.
But it wasn't just his strength.
Terumi Mei recalled something Logan had said the night before:
> "What's even more terrifying than power is ideology. My intuition tells me that what he's planning… will change not just Kirigakure, but the entire Land of Water."
Zabuza's drunken daze faded. His eyes grew sharp. "You think he's a conspirator?"
"No," Terumi Mei said, smiling wryly. "He's something more dangerous than that."
She swirled the wine in her glass.
"Anyone who spends time around Logan ends up gathering around him—willingly, without hesitation. Like they're under some kind of illusion. Just like…"
She raised her glass and took a slow sip.
"…a succubus, charming all who see him."
Zabuza burst out laughing but didn't argue. He downed another drink, snatched a second glass from a passing server, and wandered off to find his comrades.
The celebration wound down.
Guests began to leave.
Terumi Mei, now tipsy, glanced around the room. She spotted Sasuke and Momo sitting in a corner, peeling and eating oranges.
She walked over.
"Where's Logan?" she asked. "Don't tell me he really skipped the banquet?"
Sasuke didn't even look up. "Qing Ge said, and I quote, 'It's probably just a bunch of people spouting nonsense.' Then he grabbed a roast chicken and went up to the rooftop."
"…Roast chicken?"
The corner of Terumi Mei's mouth twitched.
"Got it. And you two—stop eating so many oranges. You'll turn yellow."
Whether the kids took her advice or not, she didn't care. She grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from a nearby table, then headed for the rooftop.
The moonlight was soft tonight, with a faint mist drifting through the air. It made the rooftop glow in a gentle, dreamlike haze.
Her steps were light. Her heart, for once, felt light too.
That is… until she reached the top.
Samui was already there.
Standing beside Logan.
Bowing slightly.
Terumi Mei's eyes narrowed, and she muttered under her breath:
"…There really is a roast chicken."
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