Johnson Joffrey looked at the retreating figures of Mista and Ghiaccio, frowning slightly. He thought, one must learn to be confident in oneself while also trusting one's companions.
Okuyasu's Stand is The Hand, and his brother's ability seems to be The Bad Company.
Although Johnson Joffrey didn't intervene, he still carefully considered whether his Reversed Hierophant had a chance of winning against their two Stands.
In the world of JoJo, there is never an invincible Stand. Even Jotaro could be defeated by a few rats—
There are no invincible Stands. A Stand itself is just a tool, with its own flaws and strengths. A Stand User must leverage their strengths and mitigate their weaknesses, developing their abilities in battle.
Recalling their words, he thought, so this is how you all see me.
When did I become a superior?
"Johnson."
Giorno called him from behind. When Johnson turned around, Giorno poked his head out of the car window.
"Don't worry," Giorno said. "You are no longer the person you used to be. You must trust your subordinates. If you do everything yourself, then the meaning of having subordinates is lost."
Giorno's tone was somewhat serious, yet very polite.
Johnson Joffrey looked at him, then thought carefully about why villains in TV shows always let their subordinates be sent out one by one. Johnson wanted to avoid the situation where his subordinates were sent out one by one, but in fact, that is the very meaning of subordinates' existence.
This is also the law of existence for superiors.
"While we were rushing from the airport to the beach, Mista and Ghiaccio kept saying that by the time we arrived, Johnson would have already dealt with Diavolo." Giorno looked at Johnson and said, "They must admire you greatly. They wouldn't say such things out loud, but they truly think that way."
"Are you going to lecture me, Giorno?" Johnson said with a smile, then bent his finger and tapped his head. As expected of you, Giorno, it's precisely because of you that you became a gang boss at fifteen.
—
"Clang!"
The iron gate clanged as Ghiaccio kicked it.
"Hey! Ghiaccio!" Mista looked at Ghiaccio kicking the door so directly, a headache brewing. "My Stand, Sex Pistols, is an assassination-type Stand. We should be directly and quietly infiltrating, shouldn't we…?"
"Mista! In my experience, quiet infiltration often leads to being discovered," Ghiaccio argued with him. "It's better to get the arrow quickly and return to Italy early."
"You two, what are you doing sneaking around at someone's doorstep?!"
A hot-headed young man's voice came, and he walked out from the dilapidated villa door.
"Sneaking around?" Ghiaccio said slowly, his hands in his pockets, his voice low and hoarse, still with an expression as if someone owed him a million. "Which eye of yours saw this master sneaking around?! You brat!"
"You bastard! Do you want to fight?!" The young man in a school uniform, with a hairstyle like a shoe sole, took two steps forward, appearing extremely angry.
"Stop with the nonsense," Mista said expressionlessly. "Are you Nijimura Okuyasu or Nijimura Keicho?"
"I'm Okuyasu. Do you know me and my brother?" Hearing the other party call out his name directly, Okuyasu looked at Ghiaccio and Mista with surprise. "Are we relatives?"
"Big brother, we finally have relatives visiting!" Okuyasu shouted towards a sealed window on the second floor. He and his brother had wandered for years, and now they had just moved back to Morioh. He had always hoped to meet some relatives.
Ghiaccio and Mista looked at him in surprise, then Mista whispered, "This guy doesn't seem very smart."
"Never mind, that's not the point…" Mista pulled a revolver from his waist. The bright pistol, a symbol of death, gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and he spun it casually in his hand. Okuyasu's hair stood on end the moment he saw the gun.
These guys are serious; that's a real gun.
"Kid, the arrow is in your hands, isn't it?"
"The arrow?" Nijimura Keicho, with a golden buzz cut, held a candle and hid on the second floor. "They just mentioned the arrow? These two are Stand Users, the Italians from the recent intel who came to Morioh."
"Tsk," he muttered, realizing the situation was bad. "Their goal is the arrow, and they're coming specifically for me and Okuyasu." His gaze fell on the room on the second floor, from which rustling sounds emanated. He knew his father, who had turned into a monster, was once again rummaging through the empty box.
"I hope these two guys' Stand Abilities can help me kill my father."
"Don't play dumb," Mista said, casually waving his pistol in the air. "I'm talking about our Passion's arrow, of course."
"That arrow is yours?!" Okuyasu asked in surprise.
"Yes, you know what 'returning something to its rightful owner' means, right? Diavolo's arrow, our former Passion boss, is now being taken back. Do you understand?" Mista held up two fingers. "I'll give you two choices: one, hand over the arrow obediently; two, get beaten by us until you hand over the arrow obediently."
"You bastard!" Okuyasu cursed, then heard his brother in the attic say—
"Okuyasu, your ability is the strongest!! Your ability is one that makes my heart tremble just thinking about it."
Okuyasu looked up at the second floor, his eyes welling up with tears of excitement!
"Brother!"
"That's enough, Okuyasu." Nijimura Keicho shouted down to Okuyasu from upstairs: "You've grown up now. Don't make me keep looking after you. Remember one thing: your The Hand is invincible, and you must use it well!"
"Brother, I won't disappoint you. I've really grown up!"
Mista and Ghiaccio watched the two brothers encouraging each other, and couldn't help but burn with rage. He trembled with anger and said, "Do these two brats think we're fools? Mista, this idiot is yours to deal with."
"Ah," Mista casually agreed.
Okuyasu finished his excitement, took a deep breath, and his demeanor suddenly changed. He pointed a finger and spat, "I won't let you get one step closer to this house!"
"Eh?" Okuyasu showed a surprised expression looking at Mista, "Where's the other one?!"
Okuyasu searched around in surprise, finally seeing Ghiaccio behind him. "You despicable scoundrel, you actually snuck in while my brother and I were talking!"
"Bang!"
Mista preemptively fired his gun—
"Yee-ha!"
No. 1 rode a bullet and charged at him fiercely—
"The Hand!!"