In the midst of a mess in the Colosseum.

Polunarev was struggling to climb the stairs.

He struggled to climb down the stairs to join up with Giorno and Misda, who were badly injured.

It's a bit bleak to say, but at this moment, his current cripple with broken hands and legs turned out to be the last fighting force.

But the Scarlet King's punch broke Polunarev's wheelchair and prosthetic leg along the way, and with his legs empty, he could only complete the most basic downstairs in this miserable way.

"Polunarev!!"

Jotaro's shouts suddenly rang out.

"Jotaro?"

Polunarev's actions were sluggish.

He subconsciously thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the familiar figure quickly came into view with the voice:

"Jotaro!"

Polunarev's eyes shone with a different kind of brilliance.

Glorious memories of the past welled up in my heart like a Coke with Mentos.

The darkness that had been hanging over him for a long time vanished in an instant.

The pain of being trapped in the lonely city in the belly of the enemy for all these years finally came to an end at this moment.

He struggled to get up the stairs.

Jotaro, on the other hand, could see Polunarev's empty legs in the dark.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help his best friend up:

"Don't move..."

"Polunarev, I'll take you to treat your leg right now!"

"No, you don't."

"I just got punched."

Polunarev shook his head:

"As for the legs... They weren't hurt. ”

“.......”

Jotaro's gaze twitched slightly.

He suddenly realized that there was no blood on the broken legs at all.

If you look closer, you can see more clearly that Polunarev's right hand and right eye have long since been replaced by mechanical prosthetic limbs and prosthetic eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm late."

This man, who has always been as immobile as a mountain and as calm as water, and whose mood is invisible, shows anger in a rare and unreserved way.

There was a flame of hatred surging in his eyes, and his whole person was like a giant volcano about to erupt:

"That Diablo, I'm afraid he has escaped now."

As he said this, Jotaro's fists were clenched tightly all the time.

He began to regret his slack over the years, so much so that he let the time stop of the platinum star degenerate to the current two seconds-

If it was still five seconds at its peak, Diablo would not have had a chance to escape.

This wicked man, who has endured untold pain for Polunarev, is not worthy to continue his foul-smelling life to this day.

The negligence of his best friend's safety in the past ten years, coupled with the things that had just made the enemy flee, made Jotaro, who had never regretted the past, experience guilt for the first time.

"Don't blame yourself."

Polunarev, of course, does not blame his best friend.

He is a warrior who has experienced countless ups and downs, but he is not a coward who only complains:

"It was I who attacked lightly at the beginning, but I was accidentally poisoned."

"Now that it's over, we should look forward."

As he spoke, Polunarev sat down on the stairs with Jotaro's support.

He grabbed his best friend's hand tightly, his eyes were complicated and indescribable, as if he couldn't help but want to pour out all the experiences of the past ten years in front of his best friend who had been reunited for a long time.

"That..."

"Mr. Jotaro, is it?"

Giorno's weak voice suddenly sounded.

It was only at this time that Jotaro, who was concerned about the physical condition of his old comrades-in-arms, suddenly noticed that the "corpse" lying there was actually a living person.

"Excuse me."

"Help me carry Misda, the boy who fell to the ground, to me."

Giorno struggled to sit up, holding on to his stump, studded with black and red wounds.

Then, trying to concentrate, he summoned once again the golden experience that had disappeared from his body.

"You are?" Jotaro was instinctively a little wary.

Although there is a clear difference in appearance, somehow, the humanoid double with a golden luster always gives him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"He's Giorno Giobana."

"I've only just met, but I'm sure he's a very reliable one..."

Polunarev thought about his words for a moment:

"Companion."

Jotaro immediately let down his guard, and then looked at Giorno in the dim light.

An indescribable and wonderful feeling quietly welled up in the brains of two people.

At the same time, the star birthmark on the shoulders of the two became slightly hot because of an inexplicable force.

"This subtle feeling..."

Jotaro is a little familiar with this feeling:

"Could it be... The bloodline of the Joestar family? ”

The bloodline of the Joestar family is indeed different from ordinary people.

The Qiao family was born with a special star birthmark on their shoulders, and from time to time they would have a similar resonance with each other.

You don't need to check the household registration book, you can recognize your relatives by relying on your sixth sense.

"Giorno Chobana."

Jotaro silently recited this unfamiliar name, and there was always a feeling in his heart that it was difficult to explain:

"This young man, does it have anything to do with our family?"

He subconsciously looked at Giorno's face.

But Giorno was now burned like half of the remaining dry wood, and Jotaro couldn't make out any familiar silhouette.

"Mr. Jotaro?"

Giorno called back Jotaro, who was a little distracted: "Can you do me a favor?" ”

"No problem..."

Jotaro withdrew his strange gaze and got up and walked over to Misda.

While gently carrying the seriously injured Misda, he asked tentatively with some curiosity:

"Giorno, huh?"

"I don't think you're so old that you're already involved in such a fight."

"Can you tell me who you are?"

"An ordinary junior high school student with profits." Giorno replied truthfully: "At least, it was yesterday morning." ”

"What a wonderful answer."

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

He slowly helped Misda here, and continued to ask with concern:

"Are you a local of Italy?"

"Sort of."

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

But he also felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy from Jotaro, a feeling that was indescribable, as if it was directly rooted in the depths of his blood.

As a result, Giorno did not hide his life experience, which had nothing to hide:

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

"It was only later that my mother married an Italian man, and I followed the immigrants to settle here."

"Tokyo..."

Jotaro's expression suddenly became a little strange:

"And what about your father?"

"I haven't seen him since I was born, so I'm probably dead."

Giorno said unconcernedly.

"Hmm..."

The more Jotaro listened, the more he felt that something was wrong:

From Tokyo, a teenager with an irresponsible father who runs away after playing, with the blood of the Joestar family on his body...

Why does this plot sound familiar?

Familiar, of course.

The illegitimate child that Jotaro found for his grandfather in Du Wang Town not long ago was the product of that old man who was not ashamed to have an extramarital affair with a beautiful schoolgirl in Tokyo more than ten years ago.

The time, the place, the event, are almost right.

Coupled with the single transmission of the N generation of the Joestar family, who can make a bloodline descendant more than ten years ago, who else can there be except for the old man who has an affair record.

If this kind of thing is implemented, the 28-year-old Jotaro will have another teenage uncle.

"Hmm..."

Thinking of this, Jotaro's expression became more and more strange:

"It seems, Giorno..."

"It's kind of fate that we can meet here."

"Huh?"

Giorno didn't understand a little.

He didn't think much of the meaning of these words, but carefully took Misda's badly injured body from Jotaro's hand and concentrated on examining Misda's injuries.

After some examination, Giorno immediately performed emergency surgery on Misda:

"Golden Experience!"

A golden humanoid stand-in stands in front.

In an instant, a dazzling fist shadow bloomed in mid-air:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Jotaro's strange gaze from his nephew looking at his uncle suddenly froze.

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

Hearing the familiar roar of "Mu Da Mu Da", he couldn't help but subconsciously clench his fists:

"Giorno..."

"Can you tell me who your father is?"

Jotaro frowned tightly, and there was a thick and undissolvable vigilance in his eyes.

He can't be blamed for being overcautious.

Who made that man named Dio his lifelong enemy, the most terrible demon he had ever seen.

Not to mention, just yesterday afternoon, Jotaro was shocked to feel a few time stops in succession - not the time stop activated by the platinum star, but someone else.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little more hostile in his eyes when he looked at Giorno in front of him:

"Giorno, who the hell is your father?"

“Dio。”

Giorno didn't look back to say the name of the shock.

Jotaro and Polunarev's facial muscles tensed at the same time.

However, when he said this, Giorno's forehead was already covered with excessive sweat.

The salty sweat slowly seeped into the red and black wounds, bringing him endless sharp pain and stimulation.

But even so, Giorno still didn't relax.

He insisted on maintaining the clarity of his sanity, using his last strength to drive his golden experience, and little by little repairing Misda's broken body:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

In the strange roar, life is blooming.

"Hey... Giorno, your injuries are already severe. ”

"Why don't you treat yourself first?"

Jotaro asked in a complicated tone.

"Misda's injuries are even worse."

"The stand-in fed back to him with internal injuries, and now he is the one who needs more treatment."

Giorno replied with a calm expression.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping a stinging streak of blood.

The roar of the golden experience still echoes in the night wind.

"It's like..."

"Nope."

Jotaro released his clenched fist:

"It's completely different..."

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