A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [14]

In the JoJo world, the battle between Joseph and Wamuu had ended.

Half of his body blasted into fragments, Wamuu knelt powerlessly on the ground.

For a Pillar Man, a mere half-body injury wasn't even worth mentioning.

The real problem was the raging Hamon energy rampaging inside him.

What an unbelievably powerful Hamon—like a blazing sun itself.

In all his countless years, Wamuu had encountered many Hamon warriors, but this was undoubtedly the strongest he'd ever faced.

“JOJO, and Caesar,” he gasped, his breathing labored. Cracks spread rapidly across his body, and he clearly felt his life slipping away.

To Wamuu, being honorably defeated by such warriors in his final moments was nothing shameful.

“You...are truly honorable warriors.”

With those difficult words, Wamuu finally succumbed to the overwhelming Hamon, dissolving into a pile of ashes.

“Wamuu...”

Joseph stared at the place Wamuu had fallen, his feelings complicated.

Although they stood as enemies, he genuinely respected Wamuu as an honorable warrior.

Unlike that bastard Kars, Wamuu had been utterly straightforward, pure even.

He was a man who kept his promises—even to his enemies.

That was why Joseph chose to defeat him head-on this time.

While he personally saw nothing shameful in using clever tricks in battle, Joseph wanted to give Wamuu a dignified ending, a warrior’s farewell.

“JOJO, what exactly was that strange power just now?”

Leaning heavily against the wall, Caesar forced himself upright.

Although he'd avoided Wamuu's deadly [Divine Sandstorm] earlier, the injuries he sustained were still very real.

Such wounds were enough to make any grown man faint from pain.

Even under Hamon healing, Caesar’s body bore an immense burden.

“JOJO! Caesar!”

The belated Lisa Lisa rushed onto the scene, stunned by what she saw.

Earlier, when Joseph suddenly ran off, she’d followed after him in a panic.

Along the way, they found Messina, his arm severed by Wamuu. Joseph had arranged for Lisa Lisa to take Messina back first while he went ahead alone.

And now, this was what Lisa Lisa found upon arrival.

“Well, I know you have a lot of questions, but let's head back first.”

After the battle, Joseph seemed to have finally organized the messy memories stuffed into his head.

How should he put it?

It felt rather strange.

How did someone as gentlemanly as myself end up having such an uncute grandson?

My daughter was such a kind and gentle person, and yet that grandson…

Tch.

Thinking about this made Joseph’s expression particularly sour.

It’s decided. When that brat is born, I’ll definitely raise him into a proper gentleman.

“Fine,” Caesar finally replied after scrutinizing Joseph for a moment.

The massive surge of Hamon Joseph had unleashed earlier had even shocked Caesar. As one of the people who knew Joseph best, Caesar was well aware that Joseph’s greatest strength was not his Hamon, but rather his calm, inventive mind.

Yet in the battle against Wamuu, Joseph had relied solely on raw Hamon power, forcibly crushing every attack head-on.

It made Caesar feel a hint of suspicion.

Joseph’s state during the battle felt as if he was unleashing pent-up rage.

Just as the three prepared to leave, a frivolous voice echoed through the hall.

“I say, are you just going to leave like that?”

A muscular figure stood facing away from them on the second-floor balcony railing.

Shadows covered his body, leaving only the sight of a loincloth swaying gently in the breeze.

“Kars!”

Turning around, Joseph glared venomously at the man whose head was wrapped in cloth.

It was all this bastard’s fault that so many people had died.

Joseph’s hatred for Kars was practically carved into his bones.

Unlike the relatively honorable warrior Wamuu, this bastard Kars had no bottom line at all.

His personality was as disgusting as the loincloth covering him!

“Hoh hoh...that's a good glare you have there, JOJO.”

Kars slightly raised his hand, staring contemptuously down at Joseph.

Their brief previous encounter had given Kars some understanding of this young Hamon user.

His mind wasn't bad, but his actual strength was pathetic.

Tricks could never truly make it onto the stage.

If Lord Kars desired it, the [Red Stone of Aja] was merely something he could easily snatch.

“You looking for this?” Joseph asked, pulling the [Red Stone] from his pocket and staring fiercely at Kars.

He wouldn’t put it past this bastard to suddenly launch a sneak attack.

In Joseph’s mind, Kars was like American charity—

Fake and disgusting.

Manners were nothing more than nauseating masks worn by people like him.

Like a monkey dressed in fine clothes, utterly laughable.

“Hmph, did you deliberately bring the stone right in front of me?”

“In that case, Lord Kars won't hold back!”

Crouching slightly, Kars prepared himself like a predator ready to strike.

“Lisa Lisa-sensei, Caesar, get out of here first.”

“Don't worry about me.”

Given a second chance, Joseph felt confident he could defeat this bastard.

Because the Hamon burning inside him was something that he—Joseph Joestar—had obtained by burning away his very life.

Since his future self had passed this hope on to him, he was determined to make up for every single regret!

Including personally smashing this bastard Kars’s face into pieces!

“We'll wait outside,” Caesar finally said, gritting his teeth. He turned and left the building with Lisa Lisa.

But they didn’t go far. If anything unexpected happened, they'd be ready to provide support immediately.

“Come on then, Kars.”

Casually slipping the Red Stone into his coat's inner pocket, Joseph cracked a wide, provocative grin.

He knew his current state wasn't right.

According to his usual methods, he would’ve retreated from here, carefully plotting his next steps.

That was what he'd learned from the teachings of Sun Tzu—victory first, battle second.

But right now, he desperately needed to vent.

[Hermit Purple] had brought more than just memories and Hamon; it also carried the desperate, helpless feelings of his future self.

Knowing full well that his grandson might never return, yet lying helplessly in bed, staring numbly at the ceiling.

He, who had never believed in God, had even prayed in those moments.

Prayed for that brat Jotaro to return home safely.

Yet in the end, he never came back.

Just like Avdol and Iggy. They’d promised to defeat Dio together, yet those bastards never returned.

Kakyoin, too—he'd promised they'd retreat first, but still stubbornly charged ahead.

And Polnareff, that damn fool.

He'd sworn they'd stay in touch, yet after so many years of waiting, Joseph only received news of his death.

You damn bastards.

Why?!

“[Sunlight Yellow Overdrive]!"

Golden Hamon flared brilliantly around Joseph’s fist.

Filled with raging fury, his punch surged straight toward Kars.

“[Brilliant Bone Blade]!”

Sharp bone-blades emerged swiftly from Kars’s forearm, slicing toward Joseph with unstoppable momentum.

Joseph believed absolutely that his fist would smash through Kars’s blade.

Kars believed absolutely that his blade would cleave through Joseph’s fist.

But just as the two attacks were about to clash, space suddenly distorted strangely between them.

“What?!”

Before either could react, a powerful suction force yanked them into the distortion.

As he was fully pulled into the void, Joseph heard Caesar and Lisa Lisa’s desperate cries—

“JOJO!”

Sorry about this. Looks like I’ve made you worry again.

As that last thought flashed through his mind, Joseph—and Kars—vanished completely from their world.

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T/N: uhhh

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