A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [15]

7:42 PM. The sun had already set.

Though it wasn't pitch-black yet, visibility was nonetheless compromised.

In Chiba, a certain street was surrounded airtight by fully-equipped Mobile Task Force soldiers.

Members of Nine-Tailed Fox stood at both sides, guns raised and ready.

Snipers concealed themselves in the shadows.

Two Fire Eaters and three Gardeners.

It was so secure, even a fly couldn't squeeze through.

This wasn't making a mountain out of a molehill.

In situations like these, the Organization always maintained the highest vigilance.

Because they represented not only themselves—

But humanity’s frontline.

They could fail. They could die. But they would never retreat.

Let alone allow containment breaches due to negligence.

“It’s about to emerge! 30 seconds at most.”

In the makeshift command center, research staff monitoring various instruments immediately reported the anomaly.

The operation commander swiftly disseminated the information, instructing all units to prepare themselves.

“Quick, quick! Final equipment checks!”

“Have the psychologists and sociologists arrived? Tell them to be ready at any moment.”

“Snipers, maintain your concealment!”

“Where’s the negotiator?”

“I’m here, ready to go!”

With commands issued, everyone on the scene began moving immediately.

A few seconds later, two robust figures were literally “spat” out into the air.

Yes—spat out.

From the Task Force’s perspective, the two men had seemingly been spat out by some invisible mouth.

Or perhaps, not necessarily a mouth.

A member monitoring the rear briefly let his imagination wander, then quickly returned to his duties.

“Dammit, what the hell was that?”

Joseph, sprawled on the ground, clutched his head in pain. This feeling wasn’t pleasant at all.

It was as if he'd been a tissue tossed around inside a washing machine—disoriented and dizzy, feeling like his body could break apart at any second.

Before Joseph fully recovered, a vibrant flash of color caught the corner of his eye.

With no time to think, Joseph sprang off the ground using one arm to support himself.

Boom!

In the next instant, a gleaming blade crashed into the spot where Joseph had just been.

“Damn human!”

Kars awkwardly got to his feet; the earlier experience hadn't exactly been pleasant for him either.

He'd wanted to eliminate JOJO while he was still stunned, but even that had failed.

“Did he just say 'human'?”

“So, he isn’t human, then?”

“Should we classify him as a threat immediately?”

“Let’s observe a little longer.”

Analysts from the research institute whispered rapidly among themselves.

Some of the more aggressive members had already suggested immediately capturing and containing this guy who opened his mouth and immediately spat out “damn human.”

“Where’s the sociology team? Get to work!”

“The negotiators can stand down for now.”

Orders were swiftly issued from the temporary command post.
Upon receiving their instructions, everyone began moving with high efficiency.

Standing at the very front, Rōma had already recognized the muscular figure in the loincloth.

Kars, who was supposed to have become a star in space, huh?

Without question, this man was humanity’s enemy.

The man opposite him must be Joseph.

Rōma quickly reported this information.
For the Organization, intelligence was sometimes even more valuable than firepower.

Rōma, considering himself fully part of the Organization, naturally had no intention of withholding details.

After verifying the information Rōma provided, the higher-ups didn’t ask further questions.

To them, as long as one’s stance firmly favored humanity, they didn’t particularly care if secrets existed or not.

This attitude came not only from the Organization’s self-confidence but also their trust in the “Contract.”

“Still, my luck seems pretty good today.”

Kars turned toward the direction of the Task Force soldiers, his pupils glowing ominously red.

That was the gaze one directed at prey—or even food.

The squad commander’s brow furrowed; he prepared to issue the order to open fire.

Clearly, this wasn’t a creature open to normal communication.

“I’ll happily accept this food offering!”

Laughing, Kars charged straight toward the Task Force.

“Stop right there, you bastard!”

Joseph’s expression turned terribly grim.

He had no idea what exactly was happening right now, but he would absolutely not allow this bastard to slaughter innocent people!

Without hesitation, he dashed forward, golden Hamon energy blazing brightly from his body.

Watching through surveillance cameras, the analysts quietly assigned Joseph a positive mark.

Even if he wasn’t specifically worried about their personnel, at least he was siding with humanity for the moment.

“Your luck really must be rotten.”

Watching Kars sprinting toward him, Rōma silently pulled out his belt from behind his back.

He casually placed it at his waist; the belt adjusted itself, locking firmly into place.

Gently twisting the handle, the central indicator lit up—as if awakening a slumbering beast.

'[ALPHA!]'

A low, synthetic voice echoed through the air.

Exhaling slowly, Rōma created enough time for his comrades nearby to retreat.

“Hmm?”

Kars, who had been charging forward at high speed, was momentarily startled by Rōma’s calm demeanor.

This human...

'[BLOOD AND WILD! W-W-W-WILD!!]'

Before Kars could ponder why this human showed no fear, a scorching wave of heat violently erupted.

The tremendous force halted Kars’s charge in its tracks, sending him flying backward.

“Perfect timing!”

Joseph, who had been following close behind Kars, felt a surge of joy. Hamon energy condensed powerfully into his fist.

The radiant golden glow of Hamon, dazzling in the darkness—

paired with Joseph’s face, which closely resembled Jonathan Joestar’s, naturally gave the impression that “this was undoubtedly a good man.”

“[Hamon Overdrive!]”

'[VIOLENT SLASH!]'

Joseph and Rōma attacked simultaneously.

Two strikes, each brimming with tremendous power, landed on Kars’s body—one from the front, one from behind.

“You… miserable bastards!!”

Sandwiched between them, Kars coughed out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't even understand what had just happened.

Why did this human, dressed in strange red armor and clearly not a Hamon user, possess such terrifying strength?!

“DAMN YOU!!”

Knowing he couldn’t escape, Kars frantically reached for the [Stone Mask] he carried.

Perhaps out of spite, Kars hurled the [Stone Mask] away with all his might.

A petty act of revenge?

Indeed, if the [Stone Mask] fell into ordinary human hands, it would cause disaster.

But Kars underestimated the Task Force.

Bang!

A bullet shot from an unknown location shattered the [Stone Mask] mid-air.

“Huh, seems my skill at hitting moving targets hasn’t declined.”

On a nearby rooftop, the sniper smiled smugly.

They wouldn’t make such amateurish mistakes.

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T/N: task force names seem to be from SCP hehehe idk im dum im stupid hfasofa

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