Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 218 Reunion and Recognition

In a messy Roman Colosseum.

Polnareff was climbing the stairs with difficulty.

He tried hard to climb downstairs and meet up with Giorno and Mista who were seriously injured and unable to walk.

It's a bit desolate to say that at this moment, he, a cripple with broken arms and legs, is actually the last fighting force.

But the Crimson King's heavy punch also broke Polnareff's wheelchair and prosthetic limbs. With his legs empty, he could only complete the most basic movement of going downstairs in this miserable way of throwing himself to the ground.

Polnareff!!

Jotaro's shout suddenly sounded.

Jotaro?

Polnareff's movements stalled.

He subconsciously thought it was an auditory hallucination, but that familiar figure soon came into view following the voice:

Jotaro!

Polnareff's eyes sparkled with a different kind of light.

Memories of past glory welled up in my mind like a Coke with Mentos.

The darkness that had been shrouded for a long time disappeared in an instant.

The pain of going deep into the enemy's territory and being trapped in an isolated city for all these years finally came to an end at this moment.

He struggled to get up the stairs.

But Jotaro could clearly see Polnareff's empty legs in the darkness.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help his best friend up:

Stop moving.

Polnareff, I will take you to treat your leg injury right now!

Need not.

I just got punched.

Polnareff shook his head:

As for these legs, they are not injured.

Jotaro's eyes trembled slightly.

He suddenly discovered that there was no blood on the broken legs.

If you look closer, you can see more clearly that Polnareff's right hand and right eye have long been replaced by mechanical prostheses and eyes.

Feel sorry.

I'm late.

This man, who has always been as calm as a mountain and as calm as water, with no expression of emotion or anger, rarely showed his anger without any reservation.

The flames of hatred surged in his eyes, and his whole person looked like a giant volcano about to erupt:

That Diavolo has probably escaped now.

When he said this, Jotaro's fists were always clenched tightly.

He began to regret that he had been slacking off over the years, which had caused the Platinum Star's time stop to degrade to the current two seconds——

If it were still five seconds at the peak, Diavolo would have no chance to escape.

This evil man who made Polnareff endure endless pain does not deserve to continue his stinking life to this day.

The neglect of the safety of his best friend in the past ten years, coupled with the thing that made his enemy escape just now, made Jotaro, who had never regretted the past, experience the feeling of guilt for the first time.

Don't blame yourself.

Polnareff certainly wouldn't blame his best friend.

He is a warrior who has gone through countless ups and downs, not a coward who only blames others:

It was me who underestimated the enemy and rushed forward, but in the end I was accidentally killed.

Now that it's over, we should move on.

With that said, Polnareff sat down on the stairs with Jotaro's help.

He held the hand of his best friend tightly, his eyes were complicated and unspeakable, as if he couldn't help but want to tell all the experiences of the past ten years in front of his best friend who had reunited after a long absence.

that.

Is that so Mr. Jotaro?

Giorno's weak voice suddenly sounded.

It was only then that Jotaro, who was focused on the physical condition of his old comrade, suddenly noticed that the corpse lying over there was actually a living person.

excuse me.

Help me carry Mista, the boy who fell to the ground over there, to me.

Giorno held his body covered in black and red wounds and struggled to sit up.

Then, he tried to concentrate and once again summoned his golden experience that disappeared due to the loss of power.

You are? Jotaro was instinctively wary.

Although there was an obvious difference in appearance, for some reason, the humanoid stand with a golden luster all over its body always gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

He is Giorno Giovanna.

Although I just met him, I can be sure that he is very reliable.

Polnareff thought about his words for a moment:

companion.

Jotaro immediately lowered his guard, and then looked at Giorno from a distance under the dim light.

An indescribable and wonderful feeling quietly emerged in the brains of the two people.

At the same time, the star birthmarks on their shoulders became slightly hot due to an unexplainable force.

“Such a subtle feeling”

Jotaro is somewhat familiar with this feeling:

Could it be the blood induction of the Joestar family?

The bloodline of the Joestar family is indeed different from ordinary people.

The Qiao family members were all born with special star birthmarks on their shoulders, and from time to time there would be a resonance-like blood connection between them.

There is no need to check the household registration book. You can identify relatives by relying on your sixth sense.

Giorno Giovanna.

Jotaro silently recited this unfamiliar name, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart:

Does this young man have anything to do with our family?

He subconsciously looked at Giorno's face.

But Giorno was now burned like half a piece of leftover dry wood, and Jotaro couldn't see any outline that seemed familiar to him.

Mr. Jotaro?

Giorno called back Jotaro who was a little distracted: Can you help me?

no problem

Jotaro withdrew his strange gaze, stood up and walked to Mista's side.

While he gently lifted Mista, who was seriously injured and unable to move, he asked tentatively with some curiosity:

Giorno, right?

I see that you are not very young yet you are already involved in such a battle.

Can you tell me who you are?

An ordinary junior high school student who wants to bring profit. Giorno answered truthfully: At least, it was the same yesterday morning.

What an amazing answer.

As a Japanese high school student who once saved the world, Jotaro was slightly surprised by Giorno's answer.

While he slowly helped Mista here, he continued to ask with concern:

Are you a native of Italy?

So be it.

Giorno didn't know why the other party was so interested in his household registration.

But he also felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy from Jotaro, a feeling that was indescribable, as if it was directly rooted in the depths of blood.

Therefore, Giorno did not hide his life experience which had nothing to hide:

When I was a child, I lived with my mother in my hometown of Tokyo for a few years. To be honest, Mr. Jotaro and I are barely from the same hometown.

It was only later that my mother married an Italian, and I followed the immigrants and settled here.

Tokyo.

Jotaro's expression suddenly became strange:

What about your father?

I haven't seen him since he was born. He is probably dead.

Giorno said nonchalantly.

Well

The more Jotaro listened, the more he felt something was wrong:

A teenage boy from Tokyo, his irresponsible father ran away after playing, and he carries the blood of the Joestar family.

Why does this plot sound familiar?

Of course it's familiar.

The illegitimate child that Jotaro helped his grandfather find in Morio Town not long ago was the product of the extramarital affair that the old man had with a beautiful female student in Tokyo more than ten years ago.

The time, place, and events are all almost matched.

Coupled with the N-generation single inheritance of the Joestar family, the only person who could produce descendants of the bloodline more than ten years ago was other than the old man with a history of having an affair.

If this kind of thing is implemented, the 28-year-old Jotaro will have another teenage uncle.

Well

Thinking of this, Jotaro's expression became even weirder:

It seems, Giorno.

It's really a fate that we can meet here.

Um?

Giorno didn't quite understand.

He did not think about the profound meaning of these words, but carefully took Mista's seriously injured body from Jotaro's hands, and concentrated on examining Mista's injuries.

After an inspection, Giorno immediately started emergency surgery on Mista with ease:

“Golden experience!”

A golden humanoid stand in front.

In an instant, a dazzling fist shadow bloomed in mid-air:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

Jotaro's weird look like that of a nephew looking at his uncle suddenly froze.

He finally figured out where that inexplicable sense of déjà vu came from.

Hearing the familiar strange roar of wood big wood big, he couldn't help but clenched his fists subconsciously:

Giorno

Can you tell me who your father is?

Jotaro frowned tightly, his eyes filled with a strong vigilance that could not be resolved.

You can't blame him for being overly cautious.

The man named Dio was his lifelong enemy and the most terrifying demon he had ever seen.

Not to mention, just yesterday afternoon, Jotaro was shocked to feel several time stops in succession - not caused by Star Platinum's time stops, but by others.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Giorno in front of him with more hostility in his eyes:

Giorno, who is your father?

Dio.

Giorno said this shocking name without looking back.

Jotaro and Polnareff's facial muscles tensed up at the same time.

However, when he said this, Giorno's forehead was already covered with sweat from exhaustion.

The salty sweat slowly seeped into the red and black wound, causing him continuous severe pain.

But even so, Giorno still didn't relax.

He persisted in maintaining his mental clarity, and used his last strength to drive his golden experience, repairing Mista's broken body bit by bit:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

In the strange roar, life is blooming vigorously.

Hey Giorno, your injury is already serious.