Farewell (Final)

One week later.

Morioh is once again graced with a beautiful sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun quietly descended in the west, and the azure sky was subtly stained with a blood-red gold.

A warm breeze was blowing in the peaceful town. Near the Higashikata Family, a car was about to drive away into the distance.

Sitting in the car were Li Qing, Giorno, Abbacchio, Polnareff, and his recruited underling, Okuyasu Nijimura.

The story of Morioh has long since ended.

After a week of relaxation and rest, it's time for them to leave.

"Li Qing."

Jotaro stood by the roadside and said goodbye to them:

"May you rest in peace."

He was always taciturn, and habitually maintained his invincible expression, uttering the most concise and polite words.

If it weren't for the genuine emotion hidden beneath Jotaro's calm voice, Li Qing might have thought his "Farewell" was some ominous execution line.

"Ha ha."

"Actually, there's no need to make it seem like a life-or-death separation."

Li Qing smiled and said to Jotaro:

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will go to the United States in two months."

"Giorno and I will visit your house sometime and see your lovely girl Jolyne."

Jotaro's wife is an American, and he has lived in the United States since their marriage.

Meanwhile, Li Qing Sin was planning to help Giorno launder the Passion Organization and make him legally earn money.

To make money, enough to support an organization, he would definitely need to use his advanced vision as a "reborn person" to take advantage of the opportunities in the United States and harvest a few crops of capitalist leeks.

"We might see each other often in the future."

"We're going to invest in the US, and we'll definitely need the SPW Foundation's help."

Li Qing frankly expressed his desire to be carried by a powerful figure.

"Um."

Jotaro nodded slightly.

He never cared about business matters; he was simply pleased that he could continue to keep in touch with his old friends.

Perhaps it was because he was getting older, but even the invincible Jotaro began to be subtly affected by the departure of his friends.

"Polnareff".

Jotaro turned to look at his old friend who was also sitting in the car:

"Are you really not planning to come to the US with me?"

"I'm not going."

Polnareff touched his scarred cheek:

"The United States is too far away, let's Italy."

"That place is closer to my hometown."

Diavolo is dead, and his battle is over.

This seasoned veteran had no intention of continuing the endless fighting.

He wanted to find a place to settle down, perhaps to get married and have children like Jotaro, and to give himself a family he had been missing for so long.

Therefore, Polnareff simply accepted Giorno's invitation and agreed to go to Italy to work for the Passion Organization.

"Good."

Jotaro stopped worrying about it and respected his friend's choice.

Polnareff looked around curiously outside the car and asked:

"Where are Josuke and Okuyasu? Why aren't they here?"

"Josuke and Okuyasu left because of an urgent matter."

"It seems that their friend, Koichi Hirose, has run into some trouble."

After the final battle, Josuke used the power of Crazy Diamond to repair the arrow that Li Qing had "burst".

The arrow is still being kept at the Higashikata Family, awaiting the arrival of the SPW Foundation to take it over.

However, when Josuke's good friend Koichi visited the Higashikata Family, he accidentally cut his finger with an arrow, thus awakening his Stand.

Later, the once peaceful Morioh began to subtly become restless again.

But that's another story, the story of Josuke and Morioh.

"This seems to be just a high school student's romantic conflict."

"Jōsuke and Ikyo will handle it well."

Jotaro said with great confidence:

"Polnareff, you can go without worry."

"Hmm." Polnareff nodded.

The car engine starts at this moment, ready to depart at any time.

At that moment, a furtive figure suddenly appeared from the roadside.

He was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, with his cowboy hat pulled low to carefully cover his silver hair and half of his face.

But Polnareff could still recognize his old comrade-in-arms at a glance:

"Old Mr. Joseph!"

"I thought you weren't coming!"

"Shh, shh-"

Joseph nervously gestured to Polnareff to lower his voice:

"Don't shout so loudly, Tomoko will hear you."

As he spoke, he glanced specifically at the Higashikata Family not far away, the place where his son, Josuke, had grown up:

"Josuke said I'm not allowed to go near his house."

"I can't let his mother know I'm back."

Joseph said with a mix of helplessness and guilt.

That's right, he is Josuke's father, Jotaro's maternal grandfather, Polnareff's old comrade-in-arms, Joseph Joestar.

He arrived in Morioh four days ago and has been busy repairing his relationship with his biological son, whom he has never met.

To be honest, when Polnareff saw his old friend just four days ago, he wasn't nearly as energetic as he is now.

Unfortunately, Joseph is already 79 years old.

His physical and mental abilities inevitably declined significantly with the passage of time.

In Jotaro's words, the old man's muscles have completely atrophied, he needs a cane to walk, he had gallstone removal surgery two years ago, he has cataracts in both eyes, his mouth is full of dentures, he sighs all the time saying that he can't eat T-bone steak, and his mind is starting to dementia.

So when Mr. Joseph, who was associated with countless legends, came to Morioh, all everyone saw was an old man with a cane who couldn't speak very well.

Although birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws, Polnareff couldn't help but feel saddened by the passing of the hero.

However, this sadness did not last long.

Because Li Qing stepped forward just in time with the divine physician Giorno:

Do you have gallstones?

Cut it off, replace it!

Cataracts in both eyes?

Dig it up, then move it!

With a mouthful of dentures, can't you eat a T-bone steak?

With its all-powerful Gold Experience, it guarantees that patients will have no problem filming toothpaste commercials.

Having moved on to the problematic areas, Giorno also took a liking to Joseph's severely aged heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, shoulders, back, arms, and feet.

Except for the brain, everything else can be replaced.

If it weren't for the fact that elderly people should look like elderly people, Giorno could even have created a 20-year-old version of Joseph.

And so, amidst that familiar "muda muda" sound that evoked complex emotions, Joseph was completely reborn.

He looks almost exactly the same as he did more than a decade ago.

All his ailments were swept away, and he completely transformed back into that energetic, muscular old man.

Perhaps because his body had become younger again, Joseph's aging brain gradually regained its clarity.

He has been able to maintain mental clarity and no longer experiences the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease from time to time as before.

"I've come here to say goodbye to Li Qing and Giorno."

"I have to thank them for curing my illness."

"I just need to return the gift to them."

Joseph walked to the car with a smile, looking at Li Qing and Giorno with a gentle expression.

Giorno returned the smile politely, his natural gentlemanly demeanor completely unmoved by the gift Joseph had mentioned.

But Li Qing's ears perked up, and his eyes widened expectantly:

"Gift?"

"Do you agree to the business plan I proposed?"

Having had no fights to fight these past few days and feeling bored, he simply turned an action game into a simulation management game.

If he can't find any bad guys to beat up in the future, he might really have to change careers and become a business tycoon.

And so, Li Qing would often pull Joseph, the New York real estate tycoon, aside from discussing his business dreams and project investments, his aspirations were so compelling they were practically breathtaking.

"Trust me, I'm sure I'm right, Mr. Joseph."

"Let's start planning our smartphone project together now, and in ten years you'll be the 'Steve Jobs' of the mobile phone industry."

"Let's discuss that matter more carefully after you come to the United States."

Joseph was clearly not very interested in business matters either.

Like Li Qing, he didn't love money at all; making money was just a side effect.

"The gift I want to give you is something else."

"Li Qing, I heard that you are not actually Stand User, but a Qigong master from the Dragon Kingdom?"

Joseph suddenly said with a hint of amusement.

"I guess so."

Li Qing didn't know how to explain the source of his abilities, so he simply didn't explain.

It's strange that he calls it qigong; those who know about it are too lazy to expose him.

But Joseph bluntly exposed Li Qing's lie:

"Hahaha, what you're doing isn't Chinese Qigong at all."

"Because... it was hard to say before, but now..."

As he spoke, a look of wistful reminiscence returned to Joseph's face:

"No one knows Chinese Qigong better than me."

"Um?"

Li Qing almost laughed at these words:

Although he was a fake qigong master.

But how come no one knows more about Chinese Qigong than you, a New York real estate tycoon from a British aristocratic background?

Mr. Joseph

"Do all real estate people in New York like to talk like that?"

Li Qing replied somewhat helplessly.

But Joseph said little, simply extending his hand calmly:

"Hamon!"

Golden light suddenly surged from within him, as dazzling as the sun.

"Want to learn?"

"This is my family's ripple qigong."

"With such good physical attributes, it would be a shame not to train."

"."

"There really is one?!"

Li Qing's body trembled, and he immediately bowed down:

"Master! I want to learn ripple generation!"

He suddenly raised his head again, looking at Joseph with red eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Joseph felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

"Didn't you say you were going to give me a gift?" Li Qing rubbed his hands excitedly. "Where's the Qigong manual?"

"Are you from 20 years ago?"

Joseph joked, somewhat helplessly:

"The tips have been sent to your email. Just turn on your computer when you get back."

"Ha ha ha ha."

With that, he laughed heartily and stepped aside, waving goodbye to Li Qing and the others with a carefree air.

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can come to the US to find me. See you later!"

All good things must come to an end.

The car heading into the distance will eventually disappear into the distance.

However, just as Li Qing was about to embark on his final journey, another old friend arrived.

It was Rohan Kishibe. He arrived late, carrying his sketchbook and a thick stack of drawings.

"A great cartoonist."

"So you still remembered I was leaving."

Li Qing naturally started joking with the Rohan Kishibe.

He suddenly realized that along the way, he had unknowingly made so many friends with whom he could joke around.

"I suddenly remembered something before I came, so I went home to get some things."

Rohan Kishibe explained:

"It's a gift I prepared for you."

"I promised to give it to you, but I almost forgot to bring it."

As he spoke, he gently handed the carefully wrapped stack of drawings from his arms to Li Qing.

"This... this is Akira Toriyama's original manuscript?!"

Li Qing held the manuscript in his arms as if it were a priceless treasure, and expressed his heartfelt gratitude:

"Thank you, Rohan."

Rohan Kishibe, however, did not spend much time on this gift.

He readily pulled out his sketchbook, which was filled with drawings of Li Qing's cartoon character.

"Li Qing, your story has given me a lot of inspiration."

"After 'Pink Dark Boy' ends, I plan to adapt Mr. Jotaro's story, as well as your story, into manga."

"So, what name are you going to give your story?"

Rohan Kishibe generously granted the naming rights of the artwork to Li Qing himself.

This is extremely rare for him; as a passionate and stubborn artist, he would never tolerate anyone criticizing his work.

"Name?"

Li Qing gently stroked his chin and said somewhat nonchalantly:

"My story is over."

"You're the author, so you should choose this name."

"Alright."

Rohan Kishibe sighed softly and decided not to dwell on it any longer.

And so, after the final farewell, Li Qing was finally about to leave.

The car slowly started and drove forward along this road that had been worn down twice before.

Jotaro and Joseph watched Li Qing leave from the roadside.

Meanwhile, Rohan Kishibe was quietly contemplating this parting:

"Let me get it."

"Then, the name of this story will be..."

The car was driving towards the setting sun on the horizon.

The dim twilight fell, bringing the curtain down on the stage.

Seeing this scene, Rohan Kishibe picked up his paintbrush and slowly wrote beside the anime portrait of Li Qing:

"Li Qing's Bizarre Adventure"

"Over."

The paintbrush stopped, its tip trembling slightly.

Rohan Kishibe raised his head again and looked into the distance:

As Li Qing drove away, he poked his head out of the car window and waved to those seeing him off with a smile.

Goodbye, everyone!

Until we meet again!

The twilight grew increasingly dim, but the crimson sunset was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The sunset may not be the end, but just the beginning of tomorrow.

"Until we meet again."

On the Rohan Kishibe.

Then, he gripped the paintbrush again and gently began to paint on the sketchbook.

The cold, impersonal word "finished" was crossed out.

What's written on that painting now is:

"Li Qing's Bizarre Adventure"

"To be continued"