JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

Somewhere in the city.

A person wearing a cotton hat that covered half of their face was wandering the street.

"That should be fine."

With these thoughts in mind, Yoshikage Kira walked back the way he came.

This is precisely how they conduct their screening: they send out several people in batches and determine whether they have been flagged based on whether they are attacked.

Carrying the purchased supplies, Yoshikage Kira returned to the alley where everyone was hiding.

Has the discussion made any progress?

As soon as he returned to his companions, Yoshikage Kira asked.

"I haven't figured out the specific method, but I've roughly guessed how they marked us."

Yoshikage Kira nodded, waiting for them to continue.

"This 'tap tap tap' ability is activated through vision, and can be used to observe and attack through water sources around the marked person."

We speculate that the enemy was already nearby when the submarine ran aground, and that they were marked.

At this point, the conclusion becomes clear.

It's quite simple to observe and mark the group by using the seawater around them.

"We can't buy drinking water, let's eat some fruit first."

After receiving some supplies, Nakajima Katsuki stood up.

"Let me go next, you guys be careful."

After prying aside the covering, Nakajima Katsuki left the temporary base.

Once on the street, he headed in the direction they had agreed upon beforehand.

In order to more accurately identify whether they have been marked by the enemy, the group had already devised a set of rules for their actions. Even if they couldn't figure out the specific target, they could still roughly explore the city.

Katsuki Nakajima first found a supermarket and sat down with his back to the beverage display case opposite the glass.

Although he appeared casual, every nerve in his body was on high alert.

If nothing happens after half an hour, he will proceed with the next step of the plan.

(Let's use Heaven's creation to speed up this time.)

after an hour.

Don't ask why it's an hour; he needs time to get things done.

squeak--

With a jarring sound of the door opening, the bearded old man behind the counter looked up.

"Whatever you need, the diving gear is over there, and the fishing gear and such are on the other side. Check the prices yourself."

The old man's attitude wasn't very good, much like the dilapidated wooden decor and dim yellow chandeliers—perhaps a Russian tradition.

The person who pushed open the door was naturally Katsuki Nakajima, who had come to buy materials for submarine repairs.

This is also their mission for this trip.

Because it is a Stand, "Yellow Submarine" can self-repair, but the process is extremely slow. Without human intervention, it might take a month or two to fully recover from this injury.

Therefore, in order not to delay the trip, manual repair was the only option.

"Boss, do you have any equipment here for underwater work?"

The old man raised his left eyelid and glanced at the young man in front of him.

"It's inside. Come with me."

Some people might ask here, why not let Yoshikage Kira do this job?

It's simple, he can't do it.

This is certainly not a language issue; the group of them had already been given the "fluent Russian" attribute by "Heaven's Gate".

What truly limited Yoshikage Kira was his physical abilities.

The equipment for repairing submarines includes diving equipment and repair tools; the sheer volume of these tools is beyond the reach of the average office worker.

As for using a stand-in... forget it. Just imagine a passerby seeing a large bag of things floating and flying forward out of thin air.

However, Nakajima Katsuki is different. As a professional agent of the resistance, his physical qualities are superior to those of ordinary special forces soldiers.

Although he's not the kind of muscular, tough guy that Governor Governor and Sylvester Stallone portray, running 10 kilometers with 50 pounds of weight is a piece of cake for him.

You should know that guys who have crawled out of gunfire since childhood have already reached near-human top-level qualities in all aspects.

After paying, Nakajima Katsuki walked out of the shop.

Next, he just needs to carry these things around twice more, and then he can go back.

Thirty minutes later, under a bridge.

Katsuki Nakajima, who had been sitting for a long time, was about to leave and return to the temporary base when the unexpected happened.

A gun was pointed at his back; he could not see it, but he knew it.

When exactly, or was it a Stand ability? His brain raced, trying to analyze the situation from every angle.

Given his skills, a counterattack might be possible, but the identity and motives of the other party are still unclear. If it's a local gang or something, he could really be in deep trouble.

"May I ask what you desire, sir?"

Having received no instructions, Katsuki Nakajima had no choice but to speak first.

"Turn around."

The voice sounded like a young man, but Nakajima Katsuki felt there was something off about his tone.

"Okay, don't shoot yet."

He slowly turned around, and a pale, thin face came into his view.

"do not move!"

The boy shouted, his voice trembling slightly as it mingled with the howling wind under the bridge.

Out of caution, Nakajima Katsuki did not use a Stand, but he had made full use of his mobility so that he could react if the other party did something.

"What do you want to do? Do you want money or something else?"

The boy stared intently at Nakajima Katsuki, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath his thick cotton coat, whether from nervousness or the cold.

"Give me the money you have on you!"

This sentence was spoken in a tone that was almost like crying, but the pronunciation was still relatively clear.

The moment those words were uttered, Nakajima Katsuki reacted.

He did not comply with the other party's request to hand over his valuables, but instead launched an attack using his own skills.

As he expected, subduing his opponent was not difficult. He quickly closed in, disarmed him, and took him down with a series of moves.

Katsuki Nakajima's actions are based on his own considerations, and the conversation just now has already revealed a great deal of information.

The way this boy acted didn't seem like that of a professional gangster at all. Although he had somehow gotten hold of a handgun, it posed no threat whatsoever.

As for whether he was an enemy or not, Nakajima Katsuki trusted his own judgment; the guy's expression didn't seem to be feigned.

There are two reasons why Katsuki Nakajima did this:

First, he has seen countless people.

Secondly, he is very confident in his judgment.

Do you want me to kill you?

These words, though spoken by him, were not a threat.

Because he discovered something.

The boy trembled even more violently, but he didn't respond at all.

"As expected, you didn't intend to rob me; you had another purpose."

While pressing him for answers, Nakajima Katsuki's brain was also working at lightning speed.

This guy disguised himself as a robber to approach me, and I captured him. What was his intention? Was it just to commit suicide?

Whether it was a breakdown of his mental defenses or not, the boy suddenly burst into tears.

"Kill me...please kill me!"

This made Nakajima Katsumi even more surprised and suspicious. He suddenly released him, and the boy lost his balance and fell directly onto the snow.