【Chenghua】Your hand in mine

Taking the dusk as his own, taking advantage of the remaining heat, he vomited the thoughts in his heart.

He said so much.Kakyoin listened, and the sea listened, all the sentences were thrown into the water like thousands of stones, the tide rose, the waves rushed over the instep, and the sea level completely submerged the sun.

"Then are you still afraid when you see the sea now?"

"Yes. The sea is far more violent than you think. Even if it is calm now, it will not be so docile when the tide fully rises."

The tide was rising faster than expected, and after a while, their little legs were also soaked in the sea water.Probably recalling something, sweat dripped from his forehead, his expression was not as peaceful as before.Something has to be done, Kakyoin thought, this is the key.

"Let's go up." He took his hand, walked from the sea to the beach, walked to the shore, put on his shoes, and continued to move forward until he came to a lighthouse by the sea.From here, you can overlook half of the coastline, which is much wider than the view on the beach. Looking down, the sea water has completely overflowed the place where they were standing just now, and is still surging up.The surface of the sea has also become dark and eerie. Compared with the dusk, it is a paradise and a hell.

But this is the real sea in Jotaro's eyes.

Kakyoin recalled that he was also very afraid of water for a while, to the point of hysteria, even afraid of the faucet, because it sounded very similar to the sound of a water tower leaking.Fear will not disappear forever just because of one copy, but it needs to be repeated countless times. Before that, someone must take him out.

"Don't be afraid. It won't come up here—ever."

As soon as the words fell, a strong light shot into the piled darkness, and in an instant, the sea level was as bright as day. It rushed out of the Sea of ​​Japan, crossed the entire Pacific Ocean, reached the east coast, and found the wounded soul.The gears in the lighthouse rotate one by one, and the strong light sweeps across the beach, the sea, the cliffs beaten by the sea, the mist for thousands of miles, all the undercurrents, and countless days and nights.

"...thank you," he said for the first time, after his first win.Jotaro smiled and lowered the brim of his hat.

This habit has never changed.