Why do some people think a random mangaka that happened across Boingo was Rohan? Did someone who never read the manga sneak in here? Because that was an actual scene from the original canon. Anyway, enjoy the modified fight with Anubis.

At the hospital, the group was going over the bill for Avdol and Kakyoin treatment. With Avdol being a native of Egypt, he was able to translate the odd characters for the others. "46,350 Egyptian pounds!?," Polnareff asked. "That looks to be the case," Avdol noted, "It's not as expensive as it sounds. It's the equivalent of just under twenty-six hundred American dollars, so it's a typically priced hospital bill." "I'm just glad your eyes are going to recover, Kakyoin," Fluttershy said.

"Yes, I got lucky," Kakyoin said, his eyes still bandaged, "Despite the damage they took, the doctors say my corneas are still intact, so my eyes should heal quickly. It reminds me of when I was in middle school. Some kid got his eyeball squashed by a baseball bat, but he was fine the next day. Turns out his eye only lost some fluid." "You'll certainly have some cool scars to show for it when you heal though," Hol Horse noted.

"I used Hermit Purple on one of the TVs to check into the two brothers that got admitted earlier," Joseph said, "And I'm a little surprised. Despite the fact that the younger brother has a Stand that can predict the near future with perfect accuracy, fate turned out to be on our side. Makes me optimistic for the rest of the trip." "We still have eight hundred kilometers between us and Cairo," Jotaro noted, "And seven more of those Glory Gods waiting to ambush us on the way." "You guys should get going then," Kakyoin said, "I still need to rest here for a few days. I'll catch up with you in Cairo."

The group was soon taking a small boat down the Nile. "I remember studying up on Ancient Egypt with Twilight," Jonathan said, "My own Stand, Ra, is named for the Egyptian sun god. In ancient times, the Nile was said to separate the land of the living from the land of the dead. That's why there are many cities on the east side of the river, and so many tombs on the west side." "Not that directions matters to our enemies," Joseph pointed out, "They'll come from wherever is convenient."

Meanwhile on said west bank, a group of four farmers were walking their cow across the path. "Your cows are strong," one farmer said, "But they're too lazy." The farmer he was talking to turned to look at the young boy trailing behind. "Chaka! Get a move on! Good grief, and you call yourself my son!" The boy Chaka started to pick up his pace, but then stopped when he was spotted an ornate sword held in a scabbard lying on the ground. As he picked it up, it was snatched out of his hands by his father.

"Look at this," the father said excitedly, "Someone must have dropped it. It's not fake either, and it looks really expensive." "It must be some sort of artifact," the second farmer said. "Then it must be worth money," the father realized, "Let's check to make sure it isn't blunt." However, he found for some reason that he couldn't pull the sword free from its scabbard. The other two tried to help it, holding the sword between them like it was a rope in a tug-of-war game, but the sword wouldn't come out.

"Father, maybe I could try," Chaka suggested. "Don't be an idiot!," the father retorted, "If the three of us can't pull it out how do you expect to!?" The first farmer suddenly cried out in pain. "My hands! My hands got sliced open!" Sure enough, there were deep gashes in his hands, blood seeping out of him. "I must have cut myself on the blade!" "But how!?," the second farmer said, "You were only holding onto the grip! We're the ones who were touching the blade end! There's something funny about this sword..."

"Father," Chaka said, "May I try it now?" His father tossed him the sword. "Fine! Try it and leave me alone!" Chaka made to unsheathe the sword, and found himself able to do so with only the slightest effort. His eyes widened as the other farmers looked at him in shock. He then thought he started to hear voices coming from the sword. "What is that...?" The second farmer gazed at the blade. "I don't know anything about swords... But that's the most beautiful blade I've ever seen. It's like those Japanese katanas."

Chaka's father grabbed Chaka from behind. "Finding this sword is a great fortune! Give it here, boy!" But to everyone's shock, Chaka's hands seemed to pull back, causing the blade to embed itself deep in the man's chest. "Chaka...," the father said weakly, "Why... Did... You...?" As his father collapsed from the blood loss, Chaka freaked out. "I don't know what happened! Father grabbed me from behind and..." "Don't just stand there!," the second farmer said, "We have to get him to a hospital!"

But the blade suddenly moved on its own, slicing through the farmer's brain and killing him instantly. "That sword's not normal!," the first farmer said in shock, "It's like it has a will of its own!" Chaka picked the sword back up and heard the voice again. "Do not be afraid Chaka. Calm your heart. Their deaths mean nothing." "Who are you?," Chaka asked, "I can hear you, but not see you."

"I am a Stand. A psychic vision bound to the blade you hold. My name is Anubis, representing the underworld, death, and mummification. You have unsheathed me, and earned the right to be my user. With my help, you will now become the mightiest sword wielder that ever existed. Use me, and kill all who stand in your way." Chaka stood up, glaring at the last farmer. "He and my father deserved to die! And now I'll slice you in half too!" The farmer freaked out and ran behind the cow to use it as cover.

However, as Chaka slashed, the blade seemed to phase through the cow while still slicing the farmer in half. "Unbelievable," Chaka said, "I sliced through the cow without thinking, and without wanting to harm it. Yet the cow is fine and only my target was sliced." "That is the power I offer you. Using my blade, you will only slash what you want to slash. Kill only what you want to kill. This is the true might you wield as the greatest swordsman to ever live."

"But I don't think I've ever heard of psychic power being called a Stand," Chaka noted. "We are more common than you realize. But we are unseen by mere mortals. Right now, a group of seven such Stand users wish to stop a great man from bringing this world under his glorious and benevolent rule. I cannot fight them myself, but you can defeat them using my power. Joseph Joestar, Jonathan Joestar, Hol Horse Zeppeli, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Jotaro Kujo, Himari Utsukushicho. Kill them all, that this man's rule may bring this world to utopia!"

The boat stopped at the small port of Kom Ombo, where Polnareff and Iggy wound up separated from the rest of the group. "Just our luck," Iggy said, "We take two steps to look for some grub and we lose the others. Story of my life." "Hey mister," a salesman said, "I got something real special for ya. This fresh papyrus drawing, created by a well-known artist. I'll sell it to you for a real good price."

Polnareff felt the paper under his fingers. The material felt too much like the paper he was used to. "Are you sure this is real?," he asked the merchant. "Absolutely," the merchant insisted. Polnareff scoffed and ripped the paper in half easily. "I may be a tourist but I do know about papyrus. It's far too durable to rip so easily. Not that I would have bought it anyway, but at least now I've saved the next poor schmuck you'd try to con some trouble." Iggy, who was on Polnareff's shoulder, snickered. "You're not as dumb as you look," he admitted as they walked off.

"I'll freely admit I'm no genius," Polnareff admitted, "But one would be hard-pressed to con me, due to my simple way of thinking." Iggy shrugged. "Well, the dumber you are, the harder you are to fool." As the walked to the nearby temple the port town was famous for, Chaka came up walking beside him, the sword wrapped in cloth bandages. "Polnareff," Iggy said. "I see him," Polnareff replied, "I'm not blind. The way he walks, they way he carries that sword. And that look in his eye. I think we've encountered another enemy."

He walked into the center of the temple, where fewer people were mulling about, Chaka following all the way. "You've got some balls to attack me in the middle of a crowd," Polnareff said as he stopped in the middle of the temple, "Guys like you are rare. So far you're the only Stand user who's shown himself and faced me head on. Tell me, what's your name?" A fly landed on the hilt of the blade, dropping dead in seconds. Chaka turned to face Polnareff. "I am Chaka. My Stand is Anubis, god of the underworld. Jean-Pierre Polnareff, prepare to die."

Polnareff gave a hearty laugh. "Straight to the point, I see. I like it. You're a real man among men. But I hope you don't mind if my friend joins me." He pointed to Iggy. "Just in case your Stand has any nasty tricks," Iggy pointed out. Chaka looked surprised to hear Iggy talking, but Anubis explained. "One of the other Stand users can give animals the gift of speech. This dog is likely a Stand user as well, aligned with the others. Do not be concerned. With my power, you can cut them both down easily."

Chaka nodded. "Very well. I accept your terms." He drew the blade in a deft and quick maneuver, several more flies dropping dead around him. "Careful Polnareff," Iggy said, "My instincts are telling me something's not right with that sword!" "Maybe so," Polnareff said as he dodged around Chaka's sword strikes, "But the way he carries himself is like an amateur. Get us some distance." Iggy nodded. "The Fool!" The Fool created a large sand barrier between them and Chaka.

Chaka instantly slashed through it, but too easily, forcing Polnareff to parry with Silver Chariot. "That sword must have something to do with his Stand!," Iggy realized, "My Stand wasn't able to grab it!" "So it can phase through solid matter to strike at a target," Polnareff realized, "Even your Stand would be hard pressed to counter that." Silver Chariot and The Fool worked to counter and redirect Chaka's sword. 'Working together they're formidable. But I can easily overcome this.' He quickly disappeared among the pillars.

"Be careful," Iggy said, "I smelled him heading above us." "To the tops of the pillars then," Polnareff noted, "Up there we should be able to see him coming easily." He used Silver Chariot to leap up to the tallest pillar he could reach. Before he could jump to another one, however, another pillar started coming down on top of him. "My sword doesn't have to pass through objects!," Chaka explained, "I can cut through the pillar itself!" Iggy called out, "The Fool!" A large volume of sand appeared and caught the pillar, slowing its descent.

Chaka leapt down from above, ready to strike. "DIE!" Polnareff made no remark, but launched Silver Chariot's blade in a different direction, separating from the hilt. The blade bounced off the nearby pillar, and into Chaka's neck. Iggy tossed the pillar down as he and Polnareff checked on Chaka. "I didn't know you could do that," Iggy said. "None of the others know either," Polnareff said, "It's a last ditch move I only use when there's no other choice. I only get one chance to use it, because if the opponent dodges I'm wide open. That's why I use it sparingly, only when necessary."

"Well, he's still alive," Iggy said, "But he's not getting up anytime soon." Polnareff then saw the sword. "That's strange. It's back in its sheath." "Don't draw it," Iggy warned, "I don't know what its deal is, but all my instincts are telling me its dangerous." Polnareff nodded. "We should still take it with us. Maybe have Mister Joestar inspect it with his Stand." Just then, the rest of the group showed up. "There you are," Joseph said, "We saw you and Iggy wander off and got concerned."

"We got ambushed," Polnareff explained, "Another of the Ten Glory Gods. But something's odd about his sword here. Iggy thinks there's something bad about it, and honestly I'm inclined to believe him. The Stand user said his Stand was named Anubis, which seemed to be channeled through this sword. He was able to cut through almost anything, or phase the blade through solid objects." "Reminds me of one of my dad's powers," Jotaro noted. "I'll need a TV to inspect it," Joseph said, "So first we'll head for the next town."

The group's next stop was in Edfu, where Polnareff was getting a shave from a man named Khan while Jotaro and Jonathan were nearby. "Why'd you bring the sword with you?," Jotaro asked. "Until Mister Joestar can inspect it, it's safest with me," Polnareff explained, "I know my way around swords." He winced as he got a shaving cut. "You really should sharpen your razor," he said to Khan. "Gimme a break...," Jotaro muttered. Khan went to sharpen his razor as Jotaro started to nod off.

As Khan returned, Jonathan noticed he was holding the sword and making ready to bring it to Polnareff's chin. "Ra!" Kahn found himself blinded as Polnareff's eyes shot open from the man's screams. When he saw Khan had the sword he asked, "What on earth are you doing with that?" Khan then chuckled. "I am Anubis, the Stand you were fighting earlier." Polnareff gasped. "So you're in the sword, and not bound to Chaka?" "Chaka was never my user," Anubis explained, "I merely allowed him to use me to kill you and the others. But you rendered him helpless, so I had to seek a new user."

Polnareff scoffed. "Silver Chariot!" Silver Chariot moved to fight, but somehow the sword seemed to easily fight back against the knightly Stand's blade. "I've learned your moves from the last battle," Anubis explained, "I never lose to the same opponent twice. That is one of my powers." He screamed in pain as a searing beam of light hit Khan's hand. "Then I hope you've not forgotten you have two other opponents in the room," Jonathan pointed out.

Jotaro proved his great-great-grandfather's point by using Star Platinum to easily dodge the sword's attacks and punch Khan in the face. The attack sent Khan flying out the window. "He's strong," Jotaro noted, "He's not like the others who relied on gimmicks. He just relies on pure power. This makes him more dangerous." "I was told your Stand relies on speed, Jotaro," Anubis said, "But now that I've seen it, I can beat it." Jonathan scoffed. "How naive. Even if that was Star Platinum's top speed, the human you're possessing couldn't possibly match his speed."

Anubis chuckled. "We'll see about that. Not his full speed? Don't make me laugh!" Kahn leapt into the air and came down with an overhead slice, only for Star Platinum to catch the blade in mid-air. He then broke off the blade. "A word of advice," Jotaro said, "I'm very good at improvising." He struck Khan in the face once more, harder than last time. Anubis growled as Khan started to fall unconscious. "I'll keep that in mind, for next time..." As Khan dropped to the ground, Fluttershy arrived. "Guys, what's taking so long?"

"Careful Fluttershy," Polnareff said, "Don't touch the blade. The Stand I fought earlier is contained within it, and will likely possess whoever touches it unsheathed." "If someone else touches it," Jotaro said, "It's already learned most of what we can do." Fluttershy thought, then got an idea. "Let's see it possess something that doesn't even have a conscious. Music in the Trees!" Her Stand created a series of branches connected to the ground, picking up both the sword and scabbard.

"She's picking me up with plants!? I can't possess her if she's touching me with something that has no mind to corrupt!" "I suggest breaking the blade down to the hilt," Polnareff said, "Then tossing the other part into the Nile. Let Anubis rust away." Fluttershy nodded, as Music in the Trees covered its hands with bark. Jotaro also joined in. "Star Platinum!" "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" "HAAAAAAAAA!" Before long the hilt was empty, leaving Anubis in the larger piece of the blade.

"Damn it, they're really gonna throw me into the Nile! But wait... Someone should have heard the fight earlier!" He looked around, and gasped in shock as Jonathan was talking to a nearby police officer who had responded to the report of a fight and was explaining the whole thing in a manner that made no one seem like the aggressor. Anubis then felt the branch holding him pull back, ready to throw.

"Damn it... I'll find a new user. Perhaps this time one like my original user. It was five hundred years ago when my original user, the master sword smith Caravan Serai, forged the blade I now reside in from the ore of a meteorite. When he died, I somehow survived, bound to the blade he always kept by his side. Since then I've passed from master to master, until I was sealed inside a museum. Then Lord DIO found me, rescued me, and defeated me in battle. His power is stronger than I, so I do his bidding without question."

He then realized that Fluttershy had already thrown him, the blade acting like a boomerang as it flew across the street. "Crap! I was so busy reminiscing I forgot to make a plan! If I fall in the Nile I'll rust away! Somebody stop me, please!" He then saw a nearby wall. "Yes, that's it! If I can control my trajectory enough the wall will stop me!" However, he wound up passing right through the wall. "Oh shit! I was so panicked I wound up phasing through the wall on accident! I'm heading straight for the river!"

He then got relieved when he saw a boat passing along the river. "Thank goodness. I'll embed myself in the mast of that ship. The owner will get curious and pull me out, then I'll get my revenge." But the bad luck just kept coming as the ship was slightly faster than Anubis realized, and he wound up stuck in the hind-quarters of a cow being ferried on the boat. The pain caused the cow start thrashing around, smashing its head against the mast.

"Damn it, not again! I didn't even see the cow! If it doesn't calm down I'll slip into the water for sure! Wait a minute... I'll just take over the cow's mind and make him calm down." But he wasn't fast enough, the cow's thrashing causing the boat to start capsizing, which the group noticed back on shore. "For how cocky he was earlier," Polnareff said, "It seems Anubis is having a bad day all of a sudden." "It won't be long before he's at the bottom of the Nile," Jotaro noted, "I think we can safely write him off as being out of our hair."

Sure enough, the cow wound up splashing into the Nile, where the blade finally came out, dropping onto the riverbed. "Hey! Hey fishes, give me a hand, will you? What about you, Mister Crab? If you take me to the surface I'll be sure to give you lots of food!" But it was useless, as all Anubis succeeded in doing was scaring off all the creatures. It would be days later when it would finally rust away to nothing. Meanwhile, the Kujo group was free to travel Luxor without further issue.