The sun dipped low over Windgrave, painting the Jorwick estate in gold and shadow. Josiah wandered through the old training grounds, wooden sword in hand, practicing strikes he had performed a thousand times. Hamon coursed through him, steady and familiar, but he felt… incomplete. Years of preparation had sharpened his body and mind, yet he hungered for something beyond Hamon, something more.
That's when a glimmer caught his eye beneath the roots of an ancient oak. Curiosity drew him closer. Brushing away dirt and leaves, he uncovered a golden arrow, its tip shimmering like captured sunlight. Intricate etchings ran along its shaft. Josiah had never seen anything like it.
He stared, heart pounding. His instincts screamed to leave it, yet some invisible pull kept him rooted. He held it delicately, turning it over in his hands. The golden tip vibrated faintly against his palm. He whispered, "What are you?" No answer came. Of course it didn't—yet there was a presence in the air, sharp and almost alive, that made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
Minutes passed. Hesitation warred with curiosity, but the latter won. Josiah's pulse raced. Without thinking, he pressed the arrow against his forearm and drove it in. Pain flared instantly—a sharp, electric shock coursing through his veins. He cried out, stumbling backward, clutching the wound. His vision blurred. His legs buckled. For a moment, he feared he had made a fatal mistake.
Then… nothing. The pain dulled, replaced by heat and an unfamiliar tingling. Energy surged through him, overwhelming yet exhilarating. A ripple passed across the training grounds, like the air itself had been struck. Josiah's breathing came in ragged gasps. He staggered upright, sweat beading on his brow.
And then he saw it.
A figure shimmered into being beside him. Muscular. Humanoid. Sleek. Its golden sheen caught the last rays of sunlight, making it seem almost alive. It stood silently, perfectly balanced, radiating raw power. Josiah's pulse thundered. The figure was close—too close to be ignored. He realized immediately: this was no ordinary apparition. This was a Stand.
Instinctively, he lifted his sword. The Stand mirrored his movement with inhuman precision. He swung experimentally. Its fists moved in perfect sync, striking with incredible speed and crushing force. Sparks erupted where sword met invisible fist. Josiah staggered back, awestruck.
The Stand did not speak. It did not act on its own. It simply waited, tethered to him, reflecting his intent. He observed it, noting its posture, its stance, the coiled tension in its arms. He tested it again—punch, jab, block. Each action responded instantly. Power radiated from it, close-range, precise, overwhelming.
He stepped back and studied it. "Solar Titanium," he muttered, naming it instinctively. He could feel its energy flowing around him, responding to his will with an uncanny synchronicity. Hamon pulsed through him, and he realized he could channel it through the Stand, amplifying its blows, its movements, its presence. A combination far beyond anything he had wielded before.
For three minutes, he just stared, feeling Solar Titanium's energy ripple across the estate. It did not speak. It did not demand. It simply existed—ready, waiting, tethered to him.
Josiah clenched his fists. "I don't know what you are… yet. But I'll learn. I'll master you."
The golden arrow lay silent in the dirt. The mystery was solved, in a way. Josiah's life had changed. A new weapon, a new force, and a new era for the Jorwick bloodline had begun.
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This stand's stats are:
Power: A rank
Speed: A rank
Range: C rank
Durability: B rank
Precision: A rank
Potential: S rank
It is a similar type of stand as Star Platinum