"Life, could you let me off just this once~
In my next life, I just want to be a child who never grows up~"
Splat-
Don Quixote hummed cheerfully, his foot flooring the accelerator as the silver Dayun war chariot tore down the road.
"Did we just run over something?"
Jean Pierre Polnareff cast a suspicious glance at the town they had plowed a road straight through. He kept feeling they had run over something just now.
"It was in my blind spot. How would I know?"
Don Quixote shook his head like a rattle, his expression perfectly solemn.
"Aah-"
Just then, the Dayun ran over something again, accompanied by a faint scream.
"What's your explanation for that?"
Joseph gave him a sidelong look.
"Can't stop the truck. Nothing I can do."
Don Quixote shrugged, still looking utterly serious.
The fog ahead scattered under the impact, revealing a little old lady once more.
Just as everyone expected, the Dayun ran her over again an instant later.
Nobody spoke. They merely turned their eyes toward Don Quixote in unison.
"I thought it was a speed bump."
Don Quixote dropped the act altogether and held his head high.
Then came a string of incomprehensible remarks.
"Let him take it up with the insurance company."
"We're all giving life everything we've got."
"I'm giving it this much force, so how's this guy still alive?"
At the first few lines, everyone merely stared with dead-fish eyes. But at the last one, they all jolted almost simultaneously.
Someone was still alive after being run over by this Dayun?
"It must be N'Doul. His Stand is water."
Kakyoin narrowed his eyes, feeling a phantom ache in both of them. Granny Enya and that ZZ couldn't possibly have survived. At most, the man whose Stand was water