"Eh?! Naples?" Kishibe Rohan seemed exceptionally excited. Although he and Mista didn't speak the same language, they were chatting animatedly.
Outwardly animated, that is.
"I didn't expect you to be a mangaka! I really like Japanese manga. I especially love watching Dragon Ball."
"Eh?!" Kishibe Rohan's expression suddenly changed, appearing somewhat displeased. His tone shifted as he asked, "Haven't you read 'Pink Dark Boy'?"
Kishibe Rohan looked at Mista with a somewhat scrutinizing gaze. Mista was a little embarrassed; he really hadn't read it. What are you doing, Johnson? Fooling this mangaka is such a hassle...
"Ah, it's fine if you haven't read it." Kishibe Rohan, feigning nonchalance, picked up a cup of black tea and then said, "I can show you. My manga also has an italian version."
"Really?"
Kishibe Rohan straightened himself slightly, looking at Johnson, who was leaning casually on the sofa beside him. His expression suddenly turned a little dark, then he used the black tea to conceal his eager gaze.
"Mr. Mista, did you just arrive yesterday?"
"Last night, flew in from Rome."
"Speaking of Toriyama-sensei, I even have his original drawings."
"Huh? Really?" Mista said in surprise. Johnson generally looked around the room, then said to Mista, "Let's go, it's about time. Giorno is waiting for us. Rohan-sensei, you just moved in, right? We won't bother you any longer."
"Wait, Johnson," Mista said, "Do you really have Toriyama-sensei's original drawings?"
"Yes, I do." Kishibe Rohan smiled brilliantly.
Johnson Joffrey raised an eyebrow, just about to say something, when his earpiece vibrated.
Heaven helps me! Kishibe Rohan was overjoyed.
"I'll take a call." Johnson glanced at his phone; the name written there was Jotaro, so it seemed he had also arrived. Then he looked at Kishibe Rohan, who was looking at Mista with a friendly expression.
The eyes of heaven's ability allows one to see a person's life experiences. If not torn off, it has no effect on the person.
And Johnson also thought of a rather interesting way to play.
"Hello, Mr. Jotaro."
Johnson walked out, opened the door, and went to the entrance to answer the phone. Actually, it wasn't necessary; Kishibe Rohan's English wasn't that good, so he wouldn't understand anyway.
Kishibe Rohan arrogantly glanced at Johnson's back. This guy was very strange: blond hair, red eyes, and an aura that was out of place in this small town. Kishibe Rohan narrowed his eyes, focusing on Mista's palm. When they shook hands earlier, there was a callus on this guy's palm and below his thumb...
The man with the gun.
These two guys really aren't good people. Why did they come to this small town?
Kishibe Rohan is a person with a fastidious and annoying temper, and a lovable, earnest personality—
His favorite thing is to meddle in other people's business.
"Now's the time," Kishibe Rohan said, "I'll show you my studio. My studio is quite large."
Mista glanced at Johnson, who had gone out. This isn't right. Why is he so enthusiastic towards me? But why did Johnson come in? Because he and Ghiaccio basically had nothing to do; they were essentially idlers, so they just followed along.
"Come on up." Kishibe Rohan smiled and waved at Mista, who returned his smile and followed behind him. 'I want to see what you're capable of.'
—
"Ah, Mr. Jotaro, we arrived in S City last night."
The air in Morioh is really good. Johnson was on the phone with Jotaro, looking at a map.
"I also brought two subordinates."
"It's alright, everything has gone quite smoothly."
Johnson reported his situation to Jotaro, who wouldn't arrive until noon today.
Has Jotaro arrived so quickly? His purpose in coming to Japan was to help Jotaro find the absurd prophecy book he had written back then; there was no reason for him to come to Morioh.
"My younger brother, you see. I wasn't originally coming to Morioh. It's mainly my younger brother; he really wanted to come, and I wanted to give him a surprise."
"Giorno, huh." Jotaro sighed. He had met Giorno. Like his older brother, he was very precocious, but also very cheerful.
"I want to compensate him with a good childhood. We mainly came to find the notes I wrote back then, and besides that, it's also a summer vacation for Giorno."
"So Giorno is still in S City right now?"
"That's right, he's with my subordinate Ghiaccio."
—
Johnson's voice slowly faded into the distance. Mista subconsciously touched the hidden gun at his waist.
This isn't Italy. Johnson had repeatedly said that he absolutely couldn't fire a gun casually, and killing someone would be even more troublesome. He couldn't let it become an international incident.
"What kind of work do you do?" Kishibe Rohan asked, his back to him, searching for manuscripts in his handbag.
"Logistics," Mista said suddenly, his tone cold.
A click sounded from behind him; it was a gun. No, he couldn't make the first move. This wasn't Italy.
"These are the manuscripts, take a look." Kishibe Rohan smiled and handed the manuscripts to him. The manuscripts, sealed in kraft paper, gave off the scent of ink.
Mista lowered his eyes and glanced at them, then shook his head, "I don't understand manga, so I won't look at them."
"Is that so? That's too bad..." Kishibe Rohan said with a slightly regretful tone. Mista then felt like he was overthinking things.
"Heaven's Door!!!"
Just as Mista breathed a sigh of relief, Kishibe Rohan's earlier fake smile vanished, and he flung several original drawings at Mista's face—
"What... what is this?!" Mista looked in surprise at the suddenly appearing original drawings—
He instinctively reached for his gun, but found that his body instantly split apart like toilet paper—
"It's a Stand..."
"Now, I'll rewrite your settings!!" Kishibe Rohan picked up his most familiar dip pen, flicked ink, and the ink, as if alive, wrote on the pages that had opened on Mista's face—
"[You are forbidden from attacking Kishibe Rohan!]"
"Hehehe hahaha!!" Kishibe Rohan let out an extremely arrogant laugh, his entire face covered in shadows and malice—
Mista felt as if all strength had been drained from his body; he staggered back a few steps and then fell to the ground—
"How interesting!! It seems your 'radio waves' are very compatible with my Heaven's Door, hahaha!"
"Let me see what kind of person you, a gun-wielding criminal, truly are. I, Kishibe Rohan, will absolutely not allow you terrorists to harm this town!!"
"Damn it..." Mista cursed under his breath, then pulled out his gun—
"Bang, bang, bang—"
He fired three shots, and the bullets flew towards Kishibe Rohan, but Kishibe Rohan stood with his arms crossed, showing no intention of dodging—
"Ee ha!!" Three little figures rode the bullets, charging towards Kishibe Rohan—