Kira Yoshikage.
Kira Yoshikage lightly wrote his name on the sign-in card, then slightly adjusted his suit and nodded to his colleagues.
His busy and fulfilling day had finally begun.
For many people, the pursuit of a lifetime is to achieve prominence, but for Kira Yoshikage, it was not.
He had always been a humble, ordinary person. This willingness to be ordinary was often mistaken for harmless pretense in his early days, but he had already worked at Kameyu Department Store for ten years.
He truly showed people what the Japanese pursuit of stability was like.
If you were to examine his life, you would find that he had never achieved a rank lower than third place in his life.
A peaceful life is my, Kira Yoshikage's, greatest life goal.
"Let's have dinner together this evening, Kira-kun." A sweet-smiling saleswoman smiled at him while placing goods.
"No, I have a date with my girlfriend." Kira Yoshikage politely stepped back half a pace, then walked away completely.
This peaceful life made him feel very secure; he wouldn't be noticed, and he could satisfy his desires every day—
This is the pursuit of my life.
He worked hard. After graduation, he had been at Kameyu Department Store, working his way up to manager, and had been there for almost ten years—
Yesterday's performance was exactly the same as a month ago, he thought to himself, this is very good.
"Kameyu Department Store?!"
"Ah, it's Kameyu?!" Ghiaccio slammed his fist on the cash register, and everyone's eyes fell on him: "I'll ask you again, why is it Kameyu Department Store?!"
The man with blue curly hair exuded an astonishing sense of terror, his huge fists were surprisingly strong, and at the same time, he kept kicking the cash register—
"Kameyu? Why not a cat? I hate turtles the most!!"
The attendant behind the cash register nodded in terror repeatedly, then said: "Sorry, sorry, sorry."
Kira Yoshikage's gaze fell on that man, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed; today's work was not as peaceful as yesterday.
Situations like this are the most difficult to handle. If handled well, the store manager will praise you, perhaps leading to a promotion and a raise. If handled poorly, you might be ridiculed and disappoint your superiors, leading to isolation.
That Murakami, who always loves to stand out, isn't here either. I'm the shift manager.
Kira Yoshikage was a bit angry, but pretending not to see it would attract more people to the store.
The blue-haired foreigner wore striped white pants, a light blue hooded sweatshirt, and red-rimmed glasses.
"This customer," Kira Yoshikage walked over to the foreign man, slightly attracting his attention, and then he turned his head to see Kira Yoshikage with a pleasant expression.
"I am the manager here, Kira Yoshikage. If you have any problems, I can solve them for you."
Kira Yoshikage said with an apologetic tone, then bowed several times.
"You can follow me to the reception room, and we can discuss it slowly."
Ghiaccio's black pupils scrutinized Kira Yoshikage, and then his body unconsciously emitted a chill. Kira Yoshikage, who was bowing, couldn't help but stiffen.
Ghiaccio moved slightly closer to Kira Yoshikage, paused, and said to him in a voice only the two of them could hear—
"You've killed someone, haven't you?"
It was as if a thunderbolt struck Kira Yoshikage. Ghiaccio no longer cared about the Kameyu Department Store issue, but instead sniffed and said: "You have a strong smell of blood on you."
Kira Yoshikage's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought of the severed arm in his arms.
Large drops of cold sweat ran down his temples, and he didn't even dare to look at Ghiaccio.
"I've killed people too, I know what that smells like…"
"Ghiaccio!!" A familiar voice sounded from behind Ghiaccio. He and Ghiaccio quickly looked up at the supermarket entrance.
"Giorno?" Ghiaccio responded.
"I sensed that Johnson is draining my life force. He might be in danger. Stop making trouble, this isn't Italy." Giorno said sternly, then bowed halfway to Kira Yoshikage, saying: "I'm sorry for the trouble."
"You're too kind." Kira Yoshikage instinctively bowed back. Giorno grabbed Ghiaccio and quickly pulled him away. As Ghiaccio was leaving, he suddenly turned back to look at Kira Yoshikage, then extended his hand, poked his own chest, and smiled.
Kira Yoshikage controlled his body, not allowing it to tremble. Who are these two guys?! That one called Ghiaccio saw right through what was in my…—
Meeting Kishibe Rohan was purely an accident.
After Johnson Joffrey had settled things with his younger brother, he brought Giorno, Ghiaccio, and Mista to Japan. He had originally wanted to bring Giotto, but Melone adamantly refused, saying that if Giotto came, he had to come too. However, he was busy with financial matters, so in the end, Giotto was not brought along.
He used the excuse of taking Giorno home for a vacation and helping Jotaro find his notes.
Getting the arrow before Jotaro became a bit difficult.
In Morioh, besides Kira Yoshikage, one could generally achieve victory with caution, like obtaining the arrow from Keicho.
Johnson Joffrey slightly opened the window and looked out through the blinds. Giorno was almost here, as Johnson had just used his life energy. Johnson had been searching for the Nijimura Brothers since last night, and still couldn't find them now; it seemed there was no longer an opportunity.
Jotaro would be arriving in the afternoon, and by then, Johnson would have to act like a tourist again.
Johnson Joffrey couldn't help but feel a little unwilling. Mainly, in the story of Jojo's Part 4, the villains didn't actively provoke him, which made things difficult, and he had only given the excuse of tourism.
Johnson Joffrey looked at the calm little town, and a surprising thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Jotaro was still four hours away; could Johnson deal with Kira Yoshikage in that time?
This was completely different from dealing with Diavolo. Kira Yoshikage didn't actively attack, and even if Johnson knew his location, he couldn't just directly confront him. Johnson had to find a reason to deal with Kira Yoshikage, and his gaze fell upon Kishibe Rohan.
The excuse of tourism was already very far-fetched... Kishibe Rohan got up from the ground, rubbed his stomach, and then looked at Johnson Joffrey.
"This is merely a misunderstanding," Johnson Joffrey said very seriously, "We are truly just ordinary Italian citizens." As he spoke, he pulled a passport from his wallet.
"Heh," Kishibe Rohan stepped back half a pace and looked at Johnson Joffrey, "Can every Italian citizen carry a gun now?"