Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 217: Reunite and recognize relatives
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 is the **** with broken arms and legs, but he is the last fighting force.
But the Crimson King’s heavy punch also broke Polnareff’s wheelchair and prosthetic limbs. With his legs empty, he can only complete the most basic step downstairs in this miserable way of throwing himself to the ground. action.
“Polnareff!!”
Jotaro’s shout suddenly sounded.
“Jotaro?”
Polnareff’s movements stagnated.
He subconsciously thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the familiar figure soon came into view following the voice:
“Jotaro!”
Polnareff’s eyes sparkled with a different kind of light.
The glorious memories of the past welled up in my heart 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 besieging the isolated city for many years finally came to an end at this moment.
He struggled to get up the stairs.
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:
“Don’t move”
“Polnareff, I will take you to treat your leg injury now!”
“No need.”
“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.
Looking closer, you can see more clearly that Polnareff’s right hand and right eye have long been replaced by mechanical prostheses and eyes.
“Sorry”
“I’m late.”
This man who has always been as calm as a mountain and as calm as water, and whose emotions and anger are indescribable, rarely shows his anger without reservation.
His eyes were filled with the flames of hatred, and his whole body was like a giant volcano about to erupt:
“That Diablo, I’m afraid he has escaped now.”
When he said this, Jotaro’s fists were always clenched tightly.
He began to regret that he had slacked off over the years, so much so that the time of the Platinum Star had degraded 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 the 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.”
Of course Polnareff would not blame his best friend.
He is a warrior who has experienced 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 everything is over, we should look forward.”
As he spoke, Polnareff sat down on the stairs with Jotaro’s help.
He held his best friend’s hand 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 this 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 struggled to sit up, holding his body covered in black and red wounds.
Then, he tried to concentrate and once again summoned his golden experience that disappeared due to the loss of power in his body.
“You are?” Jotaro was instinctively wary.
Although there were obvious differences 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 have just met him, I can be sure that he is very reliable”
Polnareff carefully considered his words:
“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.
“This subtle feeling”
Jotaro is somewhat familiar with this feeling:
“Is it the blood connection of the Joestar family?”
The bloodline of the Joestar family is indeed different from ordinary people.
The Qiao family members are all born with special star birthmarks on their shoulders, and from time to time there is a kind of 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 retracted his strange gaze, stood up and walked to Mista’s side.
While gently lifting Mista, who was seriously injured and unable to move, he tentatively asked with some curiosity:
“Giorno, right?”
“I see that you are not very young, but you have already participated in such a battle.”
“Can you tell me, who are you?”
“An ordinary junior high school student who wants to bring profit.” Giorno answered truthfully: “At least, it was the same yesterday morning.”
“What a wonderful answer.”
As a Japanese high school student who once saved the world, Jotaro was slightly surprised by Giorno’s answer.
While slowly helping Mista here, he continued to ask with concern:
“Are you a local from 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.
As a result, 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, so I followed the immigrants and settled here.”
“Tokyo”
Jotaro’s expression suddenly looked strange:
“What about your father?”
“I haven’t seen him since he was born. He is probably dead.”
Giorno said nonchalantly.
“Hmm”
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 familiar.
The illegitimate child that Jotaro found for his grandfather not long ago in Morio Town 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, who else could produce descendants of the bloodline more than ten years ago besides 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.
“Hmm”
Thinking of this, Jotaro’s expression became even more weird:
“It seems, Giorno”
“It’s really a fate that we can meet here.”
“Huh?”
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 performed 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!”
“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 is your father?”
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 the point where he felt several times that the Time Stop was not activated by Star Platinum, but by someone else.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look at Giorno in front of him with more hostility:
“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 did not relax.
He insisted on maintaining his mental clarity, using his last strength to drive his golden experience, and repairing Mista’s broken body bit by bit:
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
In the strange roar, life is blooming vigorously.
“Hey Giorno, your injury is already serious.”
“Why don’t you treat yourself first?”
Jotaro asked in a complicated tone.
“Mista’s injury is more serious.”
“What the avatar reported to him was all internal injuries, and he is the one who needs more treatment now.”
Giorno replied calmly.
Sweat slipped from his cheeks, leaving a dazzling trail of blood.
The low roar of the golden experience is still echoing in the night wind.
“Really like”
“No.”
Jotaro loosened his clenched fists:
“Completely different”
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