Jotaro, Who Had No Weaknesses

Early morning.

Dawn got up, stretched, worked his body loose, then jumped out of bed and headed for the dining room.

As a being who had surpassed vampires, Dawn no longer needed sleep. He slept mostly to replenish his mental energy.

"Dawn, breakfast is ready."

Father Pucci took off his apron and sat at the other end of the table, elegantly picking up his knife and fork.

Dawn nodded. His fingers swiftly transformed into bone blades shaped like cutlery, and he began eating at a leisurely pace.

"Perhaps it was God's will, Dawn. Our meeting must have been caused by gravity."

Pucci swallowed his food, took a sip of milk, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and gazed intently at Dawn.

Dawn had learned what happened last night through Diavolo, so he wasn't surprised by Pucci's fervent attitude now.

Last night, Pucci had attacked in a fit of humiliation and rage, only for King Crimson to pin him to the ground and beat him senseless. He had no idea what had happened.

He had just gotten back up and was still trying to figure out the situation when Kars smashed through the wooden door and strode in, slapping Pucci against the wall. Pucci couldn't get down for ages.

Dawn quickly finished breakfast, downed the milk in one gulp, and returned his fingers to normal.

"Pucci, there's a force of attraction between people. Our meeting came from God's favor toward your devout faith."

Pucci nodded in deep agreement, then stood and invited him. "Mr. Dawn, please come with me. I'd like to show you something."

Dawn got up with him, and the two entered the basement. Pucci flipped a switch, and a hidden door opened.

When he saw what was inside, Dawn's mouth fell open slightly. He turned to Pucci, his expression suddenly strange.

Inside the hidden room, a huge glass container was filled with nutrient fluid. A tall, muscular human stood motionless within it.

"Pucci, do all clergymen have this kind of hobby?"

Pucci hurried to explain.

"This isn't a real human child. It's a clone I cultivated using my Stand."

Dawn was about to nod, but then asked in surprise, "A child? That guy's nearly two meters tall, and you're calling him a child?"

Pucci nodded repeatedly and took out a disc to show him.

"This is an ability from Life Weaver. The human in front of you has DNA from Jotaro Kujo. You could say he's Jotaro's genetic child."

Pucci let out a deep sigh.

"That scoundrel Jotaro has a genetic defect and can't naturally have children. He's also a confirmed bachelor with no partner. I simply can't find his weakness."

Pucci stepped forward and performed a few operations. The tall, muscular human rapidly dissolved, turning into a lump of flesh about the size of a basketball.

"Jotaro's Stand is incredibly powerful. He possesses strength on par with Dio. I have to find a way to create a fatal weakness for him."

Hearing this, Dawn recalled the premise of this Hypothetical Universe: a bachelor Jotaro.

It seemed Jotaro had been born unable to have children. With no emotional bonds and a Stand that could stop time, it would be exceedingly difficult for Pucci to defeat him.

Dawn stepped forward, pushed Pucci aside, asked how to operate the equipment, and began to plan.

"First, Jotaro's child will be a girl, not a muscle-bound man."

Dawn muttered to himself, tossing in a jab at Father Pucci.

"Second, the child will have a fierce rebellious streak, soft on the outside but strong within."

The lump of flesh in the container grew rapidly, its body gradually taking shape into a graceful figure.

"Pucci, as a clergyman, you shouldn't see what's coming next. Please leave."

Without looking back, Dawn began ushering him out.

Father Pucci pressed his lips together, turned, and left the basement, then perked up his ears to listen closely to what was happening behind the wooden door.

The graceful figure grew rapidly, becoming a teenage girl in the blink of an eye.

Dawn's fingers moved swiftly, generating an unconventional outfit. He adjusted her hairstyle slightly and added a star-shaped birthmark to her shoulder. That was essential.

"As for her memories... she'll have grown up wandering from place to place, longing for a warm family, with complicated feelings toward a father she's never met."

"Done."

Dawn smashed the container with one punch, pulled out the clone, and held her in his arms.

Father Pucci pushed the door open and saw the girl in Dawn's arms. His eyes lit up.

"What's her name?"

Dawn wiped the liquid from the clone's face and turned with a smile. "Jolyne Cujoh."

Pucci's heart blazed with excitement as he strode over, his voice fervent and reverent.

"It wasn't the Joestar family who helped me reach Heaven. It was you, Dawn. It could only be you."

Ring-ring~

Ring-ring~

On the street, a man in a black coat answered his phone and leaned against a wall. "This is Jotaro Kujo."

The man wore a black cap. His features were rugged, his build exceptionally muscular, and his expression utterly unruffled.

"Is something wrong?"

A respectful male baritone came through the phone. He began with pleasantries and vague remarks that Jotaro couldn't make heads or tails of, without getting to the point right away.

"Get to the point. I don't have time to waste."

The man with the deep voice faltered, then quickly recovered and explained the situation.

"Mr. Jotaro, what I'm about to tell you is a little unbelievable. Please prepare yourself mentally..."

Jotaro's mouth twitched. He had a bad feeling about this.

"We've just received word that your daughter was arrested and imprisoned. She's currently serving a fifteen-year sentence at Green Dolphin Street Prison."

Jotaro tilted his head, his pupils trembling. He seriously suspected something was wrong with his ears—or that the other man had been drinking fake liquor.

"I'm warning you: get a clear head before you talk to me again. Given my physical condition, it's impossible for me to have some so-called daughter."

Jotaro looked thoroughly displeased. The people at the SPW Foundation were getting more and more unreliable. Now they were inventing a daughter for him.

Multiple authoritative medical facilities had confirmed it. He'd undergone checkups time and again. He'd been born completely sterile.

Have children?

A plant couldn't produce seeds without pollination, let alone a human being.

This was absurd.

Jotaro took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, feeling a little calmer.

What had happened today was simply baffling.

"Please believe us, Mr. Jotaro. According to the DNA test, she is indeed your biological child."

A vein bulged on Jotaro's forehead. He stubbed out his cigarette, raised his fist, and punched the wall, leaving a spiderweb of cracks.

The deep voice on the phone fell silent with fear.

"Good grief..."

Jotaro drew back his fist, glanced at the wound on it, and flicked away the drops of blood without a care.

"I'll go see her."

The deep voice on the phone let out a sigh of relief.

"According to the relevant department's files, she's an undocumented resident. Her name is... Jolyne Cujoh. What a coincidence."

Jotaro's heart stirred. The name touched a tender place somewhere inside him.

As a confirmed bachelor, his one and only intimate encounter with a woman had miraculously resulted in a child.

"But... something still feels wrong."

Jotaro hung up and quietly raised his guard, murmuring to himself.

"Jolyne Cujoh. Interesting name."

Jotaro hailed a taxi and headed toward Morioh.

Before setting out, he planned to call in some backup. In case it was a trap, they could give the enemy a good, righteous beating.