Jojos Who Are Doing Things in Daily Life

Hello!who is this!Why don't you let me go when you grab me!

Shirakami Fubuki, who had turned into a beast shape, was suddenly caught by Mashiro, rubbing and scratching, and without knowing why, she turned her eyes to Jotaro for help.

However, what responded to her was Jotaro's cold shake of the head.

"Chirp!"

Seeing that Zhenbai was holding on tight, Baishang Chuixue jumped out of Zhenbai's arms like a fish and fled outside, feeling uncomfortable all over.Zhenbai didn't get emotional when he saw this, but was very persistent in chasing in the direction where Shirashang Fubuxue was escaping...

"Wow! Miss Shiina! Don't run in the entrance! Ah! Don't go there!"

"Gioruno! Gioruno! Come and help me catch Shiina-san... No! Catch Fubuki (the name Jotaro told them, he only said it was a pet white fox he picked up in the mountains)!"

"Haha, it's getting lively at home."

Looking at the three people running outside, Jonathan, who had just returned not long ago, couldn't help smiling with relief when he saw everyone so energetic, like an amiable elder, although in fact, he was only twenty years old.

Under the shining sun, the active descendants can always make him forget his identity and his so-called destiny.But it can always remind him of the incomparably precious youth to him...

The eyes slowly closed, but the same face flashed by, whether angry or happy, sad or happy, but it was the face of the same person...

Jonathan Joestar's youth was spent with that born villain, a heinous boy who was full of his memories and the past.

Now, he can tell about this period of youth as a bystander. Perhaps this is a kind of relief and relief for Jonathan...

I may never be able to recognize you, but I hope I can become a person who can tell others about your life.

Let it be my last memory of this period of youth...

Chapter 47: The Decision About Jotaro

On a dark and windy night, under a rare torrential rain, a carriage rolled over on the muddy land. The horse that fell down was panting in pain on the ground, and a pool of blood slowly flowed from the carriage. The outflow, accompanied by bursts of crying babies...

All stories start from here...

"By the way...Although I heard Dio mention it, I really don't know what kind of image Dio's father is..."

Jonathan looked at the painting, and suddenly asked about the authenticity of the image of Dio's father, and felt a little embarrassed.Although he promised Zhenbai to tell her the original story in a narrative way, there are some things that he has never seen, and he is not good at judging them.

Dio's father, Jonathan had indeed mentioned it in support of Dio, but whenever Dio talked about his father, he always had an unconcealable hatred and anger on his face. That's why he poisoned his father with poison.

Having said that, Jonathan still had a hard time imagining what Dior's father really looked like.Before his father died, he didn't tell Jonathan about Dior's father's appearance. Jonathan only knew that Dior was a greedy and despicable thief.

"...However, judging from Dior's own appearance, his father shouldn't look bad, right?" Jonathan began to think about it from the genetic point of view. Judging from Dior's own appearance, being a parent should not be bad. So Jonathan guessed that Dior's father was probably a beastly guy.

"...Then, what is Dior like?" After hearing Jonathan's ambiguous answer, Mabai asked again after a slight silence.

Obviously, Zhenbai wanted to use the image of Dior to roughly draw an image of Dior's father, just an octagonal figure. Anyway, they are father and son, so they should look similar.

"It looks like Dior..."

Jonathan was slightly taken aback, and the appearance that could be said to be engraved into his soul appeared in his mind, whether it was the two of them as children or the two of them as adults, the appearance of Dior, as soon as Jonathan closed his eyes, can be clearly recalled.

Pulling out a piece of white paper from Zhenbai's sketch, Jonathan picked up a pencil and slowly sketched the appearance of Dior on the paper.

As the son of the Joestar family, Jonathan must be an all-rounder under his father's strict guidance.In today's words, he should be proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He was born in an aristocratic family. Painting is a very basic skill that must be mastered.

Although Jonathan's childhood paintings were mainly oil paintings, pencils had been widely popularized in the UK in the 19th century. For Jonathan, drawing a sketch without a teacher was simply a hobby for laziness when he was a child. Activity.

Simple and fast painting, soon, a man with evil eyes, three moles on one ear, and a very handsome face at first glance, but that man who seems to have always been permeated with evil spirits is just a glance. on paper.

This person... makes me feel very uncomfortable.After Zhenbai took the painting and saw Dior on the paper, that was the first reaction.

Although Zhenbai lacks common sense, she still has the nature of a person.Although I can't say why, but after seeing Dior on the paper, Zhenbai's first feeling is to stay away from this person.

If Zhenbai knew that the living Dior that Jonathan faced back then was more than a hundred times more deterrent than the one on paper, I don't know how he would feel.

However, after getting the portrait of Dior, Mashiro started to paint the image of Dior's father. After making some simple adjustments, a middle-aged man who was about seven percent similar to the one on the paper appeared. On the drawing paper in front of Mashiro.

Seeing this, Jonathan nodded quite seriously, and had to say that the image of Dior's father in Zhenbai's hands was more in line with his inner imagination.

...Of course, these are all Jonathan's personal thoughts.If Dio himself really saw it, this guy might be so angry that he would go crazy.

"Whoa."

However, at this moment, the door of the living room was slid open suddenly.The boy's burly figure and that very familiar attire were revealed.

Jotaro glanced at the two people present, the girl who just moved in here yesterday was concentrating on drawing the picture frame in front of him, but the person in the picture made Jotaro frowned subconsciously.

"This is... DIO?"

"Mashiro let me explain, it started like this." Jonathan stood up with a smile, looked at Jotaro in front of him, and suddenly thought of something.

"Jotaro, you seem to have a lot of contact with Dio, right? Just in time, you also come to draw a portrait of Dio, and help Mashiro to conceive."

"..."

…You old man, do you want me to draw a portrait of DIO as the head and yourself as the body?I remember there is a photo in Giorno's wallet, how about I bring it to you?

Jotaro opened his mouth, but he still couldn't utter the words. After all, none of them told Jonathan about DIO's lower body. The ancestor in front of him didn't even know how tragic his original ending was.

But even so, Jotaro squatted down patiently, and picked up another blank drawing paper.

"... draw a sketch."

The invisible arm of "Platinum Star" is attached to Jotaro's hand, and it automatically controls Jotaro's arm and palm to move, quickly and accurately, drawing out the guy in Jotaro's memory who wanted to be beaten again .

"...Does it look like it to you?"