The evening breeze feels cool against Joseph’s skin as he steps out onto the balcony, sweat still clinging to him after an exhausting day of relentless Hamon training under Lisa Lisa's relentless drills. Stretching his aching muscles he lets out a long breath, leaning on the balcony rail, staring out into the dark night sky of purples, blues and starry dots. For a moment, the world seems to still - no Pillar Men, no battles, just the distant sound of the waves below and the soft breeze moving through the trees.