Reunion, Family Ties

In the devastated Colosseum of Rome.

Polnareff was struggling to climb the stairs.

He struggled to climb down the stairs to reunite with Giorno and Mista, who were severely injured and unable to walk.

It's a rather tragic story, but at this moment, his crippled state with broken arms and legs is actually his last remaining fighting force.

However, the King Crimson's heavy punch also damaged Polnareff's wheelchair and prosthetic limbs, leaving him with no legs and only able to complete the most basic action of going downstairs in this miserable way of lying on his stomach.

"Polnareff!!"

Jotaro's shout suddenly rang out.

"Jotaro?"

Polnareff's movements faltered.

He instinctively thought it was a hallucination, but the incredibly familiar figure quickly came into view as the sound rang out:

"Jotaro!"

A different kind of light shone in Polnareff's eyes.

Glorious memories of the past surged up from my heart like Coke with Mentos added.

The long-standing darkness vanished in an instant.

The agony of being trapped deep in enemy territory and besieged in a besieged city for years finally came to an end at this moment.

He struggled to get up from the stairs.

But Jotaro saw clearly in the darkness Polnareff's now empty legs.

His pupils contracted, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help his dear friend up:

"Don't move."

"Polnareff, I'll take you to get your leg treated right now!"

"Need not."

"I only took one punch."

Polnareff shook his head:

"As for their legs, they are not injured."

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Jotaro's gaze flickered slightly.

He suddenly realized that there was no blood on the severed legs.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes even clearer that Polnareff's right hand and right eye have long been replaced by mechanical prosthetics.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late."

This man, who was usually as still and calm as a mountain, and who never showed his emotions, unusually displayed his anger without reservation.

His eyes burned with the flames of hatred, and he was like a giant volcano about to erupt.

"That Diavolo has probably already escaped."

Jotaro's Riot Games remained clenched tightly as he said this.

He began to regret his years of negligence, which had caused Star Platinum's time stop to regress to its current two seconds.

If it were still his peak five seconds, Diavolo would have had no chance to escape.

This evil man who has caused Polnareff endless suffering does not deserve to have his vile life continue to this day.

The neglect of his best friend's safety over the past decade, coupled with the recent incident that allowed his enemy to escape, made Jotaro, who never regretted his past actions, experience guilt for the first time.

"There's no need to blame yourself."

Polnareff certainly wouldn't blame his best friend.

He is a warrior who has weathered countless storms, not a coward who only complains and blames others:

"It was my overconfidence and rashness that led to my downfall."

"Now that everything is over, we should look forward."

With that, Polnareff settled down on the stairs with Jotaro's help.

He held his best friend's hand tightly, his gaze complex and unreadable, as if he couldn't contain himself and wanted to tell his best friend about everything that had happened in the past ten years.

"That."

"Mr. Jotaro, is that right?"

Giorno's weak voice suddenly rang out.

It was only then that Jotaro, who was focused on his old comrade's health, suddenly realized that the "corpse" lying there was actually a living person.

"Excuse me."

"Help me carry Mista, the boy who's lying on the ground over there, to my side."

Giorno struggled to sit up, supporting his mangled body covered in black and red wounds.

Then, he tried to concentrate and summoned back the Gold Experience that had disappeared due to his body's exhaustion.

"Who are you?" Jotaro instinctively became wary.

Although there were obvious differences in appearance, for some reason, the humanoid stand that shone with a golden luster all over its body always gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

"He is Giorno Giovanna."

"Although we've only just met, I'm certain he's a very reliable person."

Polnareff carefully considered his wording:

"Companion."

Jotaro immediately lowered his guard and then looked at Giorno from afar in the dim light.

A wonderful, indescribable feeling quietly welled up in the minds of the two of them.

At that very moment, the star-shaped birthmarks on their shoulders began to feel slightly warm due to an inexplicable force.

"This subtle feeling"

Jotaro seemed somewhat familiar with this feeling:

"Could it be the bloodline connection of the Joestar Family?"

The Joestar Family's bloodline is indeed extraordinary.

The Qiao family members all have special star-shaped birthmarks on their shoulders, and they also occasionally experience a kind of resonance-like blood connection with each other.

No need to check household registration; you can recognize relatives based on your sixth sense.

"Giorno Giovanna".

Jotaro silently murmured the unfamiliar name, a feeling he couldn't quite explain lingering in his heart:

"Could this young man have some connection with our family?"

He subconsciously looked at Giorno's face.

But Giorno was now burned to a crisp, like half-burnt firewood, and Jotaro couldn't make out any familiar outlines.

"Mr. Jotaro?"

Giorno called out to Jotaro was somewhat lost in thought, "Can you do me a favor?"

"No problem"

Jotaro withdrew his strange gaze, got up and walked to Mista's side.

As he gently lifted the badly injured and struggling Mista, he asked tentatively with some curiosity:

"Giorno, is that right?"

"I see you're quite young, yet you've already gotten involved in such a battle."

"Can you tell me who you are?"

"An ordinary junior high school student from Italy," Giorno answered truthfully. "At least, he was yesterday morning."

"That's a wonderful answer."

As a Japanese high school student who once saved the world, Jotaro was slightly surprised by Giorno's answer.

As he gently helped Mista to this spot, he continued to ask with concern:

"Are you a local from Italy?"

I guess so.

Giorno didn't know why the other party was so interested in his household registration.

But he also felt a strange sense of familiarity with Jotaro, a feeling that was hard to describe, as if it were directly rooted in the depths of blood ties.

Therefore, Giorno no longer bothered to hide his background, which was not something he could hide anyway:

"When I was a child, I lived in my hometown of Tokyo with my mother for a few years. To be precise, I can be considered a fellow townsman of Mr. Jotaro."

"It was only later, when my mother married an Italy, that I immigrated here and settled down."

"Tokyo."

Jotaro's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange:

"And what about your father?"

"I've never seen him since I was born, so I guess he's already dead."

Giorno said nonchalantly.

"Hmm"

Jotaro felt something was off as he listened:

A teenager from Tokyo, whose irresponsible father runs away after playing around, and who carries the blood of the Joestar family.

Why does this plot sound so familiar?

Of course I'm familiar with it.

The illegitimate son that Jotaro recently found for his grandfather in Morioh was the product of that shameless old man's extramarital affair with a beautiful female student in Tokyo more than a decade ago.

The time, place, and event all match up pretty much.

In addition, given that the Joestar family has had only one son for generations, who else could have produced a bloodline more than a decade ago besides that old man with a history of infidelity?

If this goes through, Jotaro, who is 28 years old, will have another uncle who is a teenager.

"Hmm"

Thinking about this, Jotaro's expression became increasingly strange:

"It seems, Giorno..."

"It's really fate that we can meet here."

"Um?"

Giorno didn't quite understand.

He didn't ponder the deeper meaning of those words; he simply took Mista's badly injured body from Jotaro's hands and focused intently on examining Mista's injuries.

After a thorough examination, Giorno immediately and skillfully performed emergency surgery on Mista:

"Gold Experience!"

A golden humanoid stander stood before them.

In an instant, a dazzling display of fist shadows erupted in mid-air:

"Mu da wood da wood da wood da!"

"Mu da wood da wood da wood da!"

Jotaro's strange gaze, like that of a nephew looking at his uncle, suddenly froze.

He finally figured out where that inexplicable sense of déjà vu came from.

Hearing that familiar, eerie roar of "Muda Muda," he instinctively clenched his Riot Games.

Giorno

"Can you tell me who your father is?"

Jotaro frowned deeply, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding vigilance.

You can't blame him for being overly cautious.

Who could blame him when that man named Dio was his lifelong enemy, the most terrifying demon he had ever encountered?

Not to mention, just yesterday afternoon, Jotaro was incredibly shocked to experience several instances of time stopping—not initiated by Star Platinum, but by someone else.

Thinking of this, his eyes filled with even more hostility as he looked at Giorno.

"Giorno, who exactly is your father?"

"Dio".

Giorno uttered that earth-shattering name without turning his head.

Jotaro and Polnareff's facial muscles tensed up simultaneously.

However, as he said this, Giorno's forehead was already covered with sweat from exhaustion.

The salty sweat slowly seeped into the barely visible red and black wound, bringing him a continuous, intense pain.

Even so, Giorno did not relax.

He clung to his sanity, using his last ounce of strength to channel his Gold Experience, painstakingly repairing Mista's broken body:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Amidst the eerie roars, life flourishes.

"Hey Giorno, your injuries are quite serious."

Why not save yourself first?

Jotaro asked in a complicated tone.

"Mista's injuries are more serious."

"The stunt double caused him internal injuries, and he is the one who needs treatment now."

Giorno answered calmly.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, leaving a glaring trail of blood.

The low growl of the Gold Experience still echoed in the night wind.

"So similar."

"No."

Jotaro loosened his clenched Riot Games:

"Completely different!"