"Um, I'm visiting from France. I'd like to order, but Chinese characters are too hard to understand."
The Frenchman, who wore his straight silver hair in a broom-like cut, politely pressed his palms together and smiled as he appealed to Jotaro, who was closest to him. "So, could you please give me a hand~~?"
-Finally, here he comes!
Josen watched the scene with a smile.
Still, a Frenchman in Hong Kong Island couldn't read Chinese characters, yet he was asking a group of tourists from Japan for help. Didn't that seem off, no matter how you looked at it?
But since everyone was speaking the universal language of the anime multiverse, there was nothing to get hung up on!
Jotaro's gaze sharpened at being singled out for help. Without hesitation, he showed what a well-mannered boy he was, barking, "You're so damn noisy! Get lost!!"
"Uh..."
The silver-haired Frenchman jumped at Jotaro's outburst, looking aggrieved in a way that didn't match his build.
Joseph frowned. With his golden spirit flaring up, he raised his mechanical prosthetic hand and pointed at Jotaro as he scolded him. "Come on, Jotaro. He's only asking for a little help. We're all away from home here. There's nothing wrong with lending a hand with something this small."
"...Tch."
Jotaro had already noticed that the foreigner who had approached them gave off a remarkably imposing presence in unguarded moments. That was why he had snapped at him so rudely-he had also wanted to test him.
Did they really think he, Jotaro, was the little hell-raiser everyone thought he was, committing every evil imaginable?
Heh, he really was!
But since the old man was in a good mood and had taken over the conversation himself, Jotaro, who hated hassle, paid them no further attention and instead joined