A stretch limousine drove smoothly away from New Tokyo Airport.
Having regained his composure, Joseph Joestar sat quietly in the back seat with his legs crossed, gazing deeply at the city outside the window like a successful man.
It had to be said that when the old geezer reined in the frivolous, impulsive hooligan streak in his personality, his good looks were still hard to beat!
Certain middle-aged swordsmen who thought they were still young were utterly crushed when it came to bearing!
"Atomic Samurai": ...Why not just give them my ID number while you're at it?
In fact, after generations of effort, the Joestar Family had long since joined the ranks of high society, just like the SPW Foundation left behind by Speedwagon, the original commentator.
Joseph, who had fought valiantly against vampires and the Pillar Men in his youth and could even be said to have saved the entire world, had long since achieved financial freedom and was living a splendid life in his old age.
And the genes he had spread around really were impressive. Not only had his eldest daughter given birth to the Joestar god of war, who inherited the Golden Spirit and practically had "invincible" written on his long face, but his own illegitimate son was also a gentle kid who could pick up a baseball bat and take someone out in one hit (not really).
The red flag stayed standing at home while colorful flags fluttered outside!
The fact that his wife Suzi Q had yet to beat the old geezer to death could only mean their bond ran deep... scratch that, it meant the old geezer was exceptionally quick on his feet.
JoJo II: "Secret Art: Route 11 Hamon Overdrive!" Run for it~~
"It's been a few years since I last came