JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

November 20, 1999, noon.

Inside a motorhome, the eight members of the action team, the Polunarev siblings, and Rinnell and several attendants sat together.

"The three of us will escort you to the Italian border, and after that, it's up to you."

As they approached Italy, Rinnell uttered those words again.

Tanshan Fish, who had been somewhat absent-minded, raised his head and looked at Sherry and Rohan on the opposite shore.

"I have a question……"

He had been hesitating all morning, but if he didn't ask now, he was afraid he would miss his chance.

Meeting the gaze directed at him, Tan Shanyu asked the question that had troubled him for so long.

"Why... did you have me join this operation?"

He had always felt that his joining was accidental, but his experiences along the way, as well as what Sherry said at yesterday's meeting, made him think about it last night.

Was his joining really a coincidence?

"You don't know? You don't know why we're on this mission? Then how did you get here?!"

Sherry was surprised, and Rohan Kishibe shook his head as well.

"Your joining was destined from the beginning; it was the result of the strategist's prediction."

"Is that the strategist you mentioned before, the one whose plans were flawless?"

Tanshanyu had a strong impression of this name, after all, he had heard it quite often on the submarine.

"In fact, the names of the eight of you were fixed from the very beginning of the mission, and the strategist predicted all of this."

Not only Tanzan Yu, but even Kira Yoshikage only just found out about this.

As for Qiao Zhou, Fu Yao had already told him about it before.

Jotaro had also sensed something was amiss, so he inquired about the specifics.

As for Yoshikage Kira, because he wasn't very popular and was usually immersed in his own world, he never inquired about such things.

"How did he figure that out? I mean, I clearly went to Morioh by chance, and... and Jotaro-san also went to Morioh by chance... Besides, I'm not very strong, I'd only be a burden to the team..."

Tanshan Fish was somewhat incoherent and didn't know how to express himself.

"This is not reasoning, but prophecy, or divination."

Fu Yao, who was standing next to him, took over the conversation.

"The strategist possesses divination abilities and can, to some extent, glimpse 'fate.'"

"Fortune telling... is that his Stand ability?!"

Tan Shanyu spoke subconsciously, but Fu Yao nudged her leg.

He wasn't too stupid, and he immediately understood why. After all, there was a non-revolutionary army member sitting opposite him, and it was never easy to talk about matters concerning the organization's higher-ups.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not interested in your organization's intelligence. However, you should still be vigilant. Otherwise, if the mission is delayed, it won't be good for anyone."

"It would be a miracle if I wasn't interested."

This is what Rohan Kishibe was thinking.

"The strategist's predictions have always been accurate. He said that this mission would require eight of us, and it will definitely require eight of us."

He quickly changed the subject, saying something completely pointless.

The others started chatting about their own topics, while Tanshanyu continued to sit there anxiously.

“Um, Mr. Polnareff, how old are you this year?”

"Well, I'm thirty-four years old this year, which is the prime of my life, hahaha."

Polnareff is a cheerful person, so it seems his fate isn't as tragic as it appears in the original story.

This can also be seen in his sister, Sherry, who has a very distinctive characteristic.

She is still alive.

This is the biggest difference from the original work.

"I see. Then what about your parents..."

"Are you interrogating me? There's a limit to making conversation!"

Xie Li interrupted Qiao Zhou, speaking in a less than friendly manner.

Qiao Zhou didn't finish his question, but he already got the answer.

Although Miss Sherry is still alive and well, the parents of the Polnareff siblings are probably no longer alive.

"sorry, I……"

Just as Qiao Zhou was about to apologize, he was interrupted again.

"It's okay, Xie Li, you too. They're just being kind and caring, and your attitude is really bad. You need to change this temper, or you'll never be able to get married."

This time, it was Polnareff who interrupted him, but for the exact opposite reason.

"Hmph! And you're the one talking! You're in your thirties, almost forty, and you still haven't settled down, yet you're lecturing your younger sister!"

Although the two were teasing each other, there was no negative emotion in their back-and-forth banter; it was just the kind of banter that family and friends would have when they met.

The atmosphere among the group was quite relaxed, not at all like they were about to carry out a life-or-death mission.

Besides the Tanshan fish.

Okay... and Qiao Zhou too.

In fact, both Polnareff and Sherry knew that, given their status, they would essentially be single until the Katz regime was completely overthrown.

If you can't win in your lifetime, then stay single for your entire life.

Anyway, their lives are uncertain, and who knows when they'll end.

Therefore, the most urgent task has never changed, and that is victory, the victory of the revolution.

According to the strategist's prediction, the dawn of victory has already arrived.

This is a secret known only to high-ranking officers; this operation will be the prelude to their formal showdown with Katz.

As high-ranking officers involved in this mission, Polnareff and Sherry were naturally aware of it.

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"Fuck! A bunch of idiots! Morons! Morons! Dog shit! We all told you not to make any rash moves! And you still secretly took half of your men to their deaths!"

And that stupid ability! It's utterly useless against outsiders! It's only good for keeping your own people in check!

And you guys! A bunch of good-for-nothings! You can't even keep an eye on one person! Are you all brainless?! This is a special operations team?! And this is supposed to be elite?! Damn it!

The guy in front of me, who's jumping up and down cursing, is an officer in charge of these combat units.

The night before last, after receiving news that Hell had participated in the operation, he immediately issued an order to stay at the base and not to make any rash moves, and then began to rush here.

As soon as he arrived, he received news that the squad had suffered more than half its losses and was missing, with no trace of them, dead or alive.

It's important to understand that this loss of dozens of powerful individuals from various races is considerable. As the temporary person in charge of this matter, I will inevitably be punished.

Whether I can keep my job or not is another matter; I'd be lucky to keep my life.

That's why he's so furious right now.

"Um, sir, calm down. The losses we've suffered aren't entirely unacceptable."

Despite the pressure, the leader of the kobolds stepped forward and offered a suggestion.

"What do you mean."

Those who can become leaders are unlikely to be mediocre, and at the very least, they are not completely blinded by anger and fear.

"Based on the current tracking and investigation, we have now basically determined that the other party's target location is Italy."

They set off early this morning. Italy is not under the control of "Hell". If it weren't for their final destination, they would never have gone there.

We can now directly contact [Passion] and the local army, intercept them afterward, and report [Hell's] movements.

How much merit we actually have will depend entirely on how we report it.

Another mission from the Revolutionary Army, another intelligence report from "Hell"—with so much merit, what does the loss of a mere few dozen people matter?

As for the specifics, France simply washed its hands of the matter, leaving Italy to [passion] and the local garrison.

We can simply sit back and reap the benefits.

After listening to the words of this "cunning strategist," the official nodded repeatedly.