Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 218 Reunion, Acknowledgment
In a messy Roman Colosseum.

Polnareff was struggling to climb the stairs.

He tried his best to climb down the stairs and join Giorno and Mista who were seriously injured.

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

But the heavy punch of the Crimson King also broke Polnareff's wheelchair and prosthetic limbs. With his legs empty, he can only complete the most basic steps of going downstairs in this miserable way.

"Polnareff!!"

Jotaro's shout suddenly sounded.

"Jotaro?"

Polnareff's movements froze.

He subconsciously thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the extremely familiar figure quickly came into view following the sound:

"Jotaro!"

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

The glorious memories of the past surged in my heart like Coke with Mentos added.

The darkness that had been shrouded for a long time disappeared in an instant.

The pain of going deep into the enemy's belly and defending the isolated city for these years finally came to an end at this moment.

He struggled to get up the stairs.

But Jotaro could clearly see Polnareff's empty legs in the darkness.

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

"Don't move."

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

"Need not."

"I just got punched."

Polnareff shook his head:
"As for the legs, they are not injured."

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Jotaro's eyes trembled slightly.

He suddenly discovered that there was no blood on those broken legs at all.

If you look closely, you can see more clearly that Polnareff's right hand and right eye have already been replaced by mechanical prosthetic limbs and eyes.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late."

This man, who had always been as still as a mountain and as calm as water, showing his emotions and anger without showing any signs of expression, showed his anger unreservedly in a rare way.

Flames of hatred surged in his eyes, and his whole body was like a giant volcano about to erupt:

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

While saying this, Jotaro's fists were clenched tightly.

He began to regret his slack in these years, so that the time stop of the Platinum Star degraded to the current two seconds——

If it was still the peak five seconds, Diablo would have no chance to escape.

The evil man who caused Polnareff to suffer untold suffering does not deserve to continue his stinking life to this day.

The negligence of his close friend's safety in the past ten years, coupled with the incident that caused the enemy to escape just now, made Jotaro, who has never regretted the past, experience the taste of guilt for the first time.

"Don't blame yourself."

Polnareff certainly doesn't blame his best friend.

He is a warrior who has experienced countless winds and rains, not a coward who only complains:
"It was I who underestimated the enemy and rushed forward, but ended up being poisoned by accident."

"Now that it's all over, we should move on."

As he spoke, Polnareff sat firmly on the stairs with Jotaro's support.

He tightly grasped his best friend's hand, his eyes were complicated and unspeakable, as if he couldn't help but want to tell all the experiences of the past ten years in front of his long-lost best friend.

"that."

"Mr. Jotaro?"

Giorno's weak voice suddenly sounded.

It wasn't until this moment that Jotaro, who was paying attention to the physical condition of his old comrade, suddenly noticed that the "corpse" lying there was actually a living person.

"excuse me."

"Help me lift Mista, the boy who fell to the ground over there, to my side."

Giorno supported his own body covered with black and red wounds, and struggled to sit up.

Then, he tried his best to concentrate, and once again summoned his golden experience that disappeared due to the loss of power on his body.

"You are?" Jotaro was instinctively wary.

Although there were obvious differences in appearance, for some reason, the humanoid double with a golden luster all over his body always gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"He is Giorno Giovanna."

"Although I just met him, I can be sure that he is very reliable"

Polnareff considered his words a little bit:
"companion."

Jotaro immediately let go of his guard, and then looked at Giorno from afar under the dim light.

An indescribable wonderful feeling quietly surged in the brains of the two of them.

At the same time, the star birthmarks on the shoulders of the two became slightly hot due to an unexplainable force.

"Such a subtle feeling"

Jotaro is somewhat 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 members were all born with special star birthmarks on their shoulders, and they would occasionally have a kind of resonance-like blood connection with each other.

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

"Giorno Giovanna."

Jotaro silently recited this strange name, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart:

"Does this boy have anything to do with our family?"

He subconsciously looked at Giorno's face.

But Giorno is now burned like half of the leftover dry wood, and Jotaro can't see any familiar outlines.

"Mr. Jotaro?"

Giorno called back Jotaro, who was distracted: "Can I help you?"

"no problem"

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

While gently picking up Mista, who was seriously injured and unable to move, he asked tentatively with some curiosity:

"Giorno, is it?"

"I think you are young, but you have already participated in such a battle."

"Can you tell me, who are you?"

"An ordinary junior high school student with an interest." 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.

While slowly helping Mista here, he continued to ask with concern:

"Are you a native of Italy?"

"That's it."

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

But he also felt an inexplicable intimacy from Jotaro, which was indescribable, as if it was directly rooted in the depths of blood.

Therefore, Giorno didn't hide his life experience that had nothing to hide:
"I lived with my mother in my hometown Tokyo for a few years when I was a child. To be honest, Mr. Jotaro and I are barely in the same town."

"It's just that after my mother married an Italian, I followed the immigrants and settled here."

"Tokyo."

Jotaro's expression suddenly changed:
"What about your father?"

"I haven't seen him since he was born, and he is probably dead."

Giorno said indifferently.

"Well"

The more Jotaro heard it, the more he felt something was wrong:

A teenager from Tokyo with an irresponsible father on the run, with Joestar blood in his veins.
Why does this plot sound familiar?
Of course familiar.

The illegitimate child that Jotaro helped his grandfather find in Morioh Town not long ago was the product of that old shameless having an extramarital affair with a beautiful female student in Tokyo more than ten years ago.

The time, place, and event are all almost right.

Coupled with the N-generation single heir of the Joestar family, there is no other person who could produce descendants of blood more than ten years ago, except for the old man who had a criminal record of having an affair.

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

"Well"

Thinking of this, Jotaro's expression became more and more strange:
"It seems, Giorno."

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

"Ok?"

Giorno didn't quite understand.

He didn't think about the deep meaning of these words, but carefully took Mista's seriously injured body from Jotaro's hands, and concentrated on examining Mista's injuries.

After some inspections, Giorno immediately performed emergency surgery for Mista with ease:

“Golden Experience!”

A golden humanoid stand-in stands in front of it.

In an instant, a dazzling fist bloomed in the air:
"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

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

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

Hearing the familiar roar of that "big big wood big", he couldn't help clenching his fists subconsciously:
"Giorno"

"Can you tell me who your father is?"

Jotaro frowned tightly, and there was a strong, unresolved vigilance in his eyes.

It can't be blamed for being overly cautious.

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

Not to mention, just yesterday afternoon, Jotaro felt shockingly stopped several times in succession - not the time stop activated by Platinum Star, but someone else.

Thinking of this, he looked at Giorno in front of him with more hostility in his eyes:

"Giorno, who is your father?"

"Dio."

Giorno said the earth-shattering name without looking back.

The facial muscles of Jotaro and Polnareff tensed at the same time.

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

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

But even so, Giorno still did not relax.

He persisted in maintaining his sanity, exhausted his last strength to drive his golden experience, and repaired Mista's broken body bit by bit:
"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

Amidst the strange roars, life is blooming vigorously.

"Hey Giorno, your injury is already serious."

"Why don't you save yourself first?"

Jotaro asked in a complicated tone.

"Mista's injury is even worse."

"What the stand-in gave back to him was all internal injuries, and now he is the one who needs to be treated more."

Giorno replied calmly.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, leaving a glaring bloodstain.

The roar of the golden experience is still echoing in the night wind.

"alike."

"Do not."

Jotaro loosened his clenched fist:

"Totally different"

(End of this chapter)