"Excuse me, are you Mr. Bucciarati?"
The young man placed his hand on his chest, appearing very well-mannered. He spoke calmly, showing no timidity despite his young age. Judging solely by his demeanor, the golden-haired youth in front of him was indeed quite mature.
His golden hair was very curly but well-styled. Just by his looks, one might think he was a cute child.
Bucciarati smiled and said kindly, "That's me. Is there something you need?"
The young man smiled. "Hello, Mr. Bucciarati, my name is Giorno Giovanna."
The young man walked up to Bucciarati. He was a youth with clear eyes, and in them was a glint of determination unsuited to his age. He said earnestly and resolutely:
"I request to join your gangster squad."
"Huh?"
Bucciarati was startled by the unexpectedly strange request. The young man in front of him looked to be not even fourteen, truly a child. A child like this should still be in junior high, and his attire, behavior, and manners didn't seem like those of a delinquent who dropped out of school to admire gangsters.
"Why would you have such an idea?" Bucciarati asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"I didn't make this request suddenly; I chose you after careful consideration," Giorno Giovanna frowned slightly, his words firm. "I was on Viale Verdi this afternoon."
Hearing Viale Verdi, Bucciarati was slightly surprised. That was where the gangsters led by Polpo and the assassination squad had a shootout.
"I assume you know that a large-scale shooting and an underground liquid nitrogen explosion occurred on Viale Verdi today," Giorno said. "I happened to be at the scene, and I know it wasn't a liquid nitrogen explosion, because I saw someone use a bizarre method to drop the temperature by nearly a hundred degrees."
"Almost everyone present froze into ice in an instant, and then I heard the person using the low temperature say that this was his Stand Ability."
"And I happen to have one too."
Bucciarati's eyes widened in surprise, "You're saying you're a Stand User?"
"If that's what you wish to call me, then I am," Giorno said, and a golden humanoid figure materialized out of thin air behind him. It was something Bucciarati was all too familiar with; it was agile and floated in mid-air.
"I call him — Gold Experience."
"How did you get him?"
"Actually, just now, he saved my life on Viale della Vittoria."
Bucciarati frowned and led Giorno to a seaside observation deck, where several children were playing football. Their laughter and the sound of the waves seemed to blend into a tranquil painting of Naples.
Bucciarati looked at the children, then at Giorno, feeling that Giorno was no different from these children. Wasn't he trying to become a Capo precisely to protect these children? So he made up his mind.
"How did you know I was a Stand User?"
"I guessed," Giorno replied, tilting his head. "The entire Naples is in chaos, yet only the area you manage remains peaceful. It would be impossible without strength."
There aren't as many Stand Users in reality as people imagine; in fact, there are very few. The reason Passion rules Italy is because it possesses an arrow that can turn people into Stand Users. The Stand Users created by that arrow can be used by him, but the survival rate from the arrow is not high.
This is also why Polpo led a team of members to confront the Assassination Team but was completely wiped out; their gangster subordinates didn't even have Stand Users.
"Although I don't know who the person being hunted on Viale della Vittoria was, I know that by catching them, one can become a Capo of the organization. People are driven by desire, and this is why all of Naples is in a frenzy right now."
"Of course, Mr. Bucciarati wants to be a Capo too, right? This way, my power can help you."
"No, I don't need it at all. A child your age should be studying in school, not joining the mafia. Go home now!" Bucciarati finally made up his mind, immediately telling him to go home, then turned to return to the restaurant.
"Mr. Bucciarati!!" Giorno suddenly called out behind Bucciarati, "The more you tell me to go home, the more convinced I am that I've chosen the right person."
"This has always been my dream. What happened today has made me determined; I can't wait any longer."
Bucciarati stopped, turned around, and looked at Giorno Giovanna. He stood with his back to the Naples coast, his eyes gleaming with firm desire. He spoke:
"I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream!"
"—I want to become a Gang-Star!"
"Johnson, who did you see just now?"
The Assassination Team, having completely dealt with Polpo's pursuit, was still speeding towards the airport. Risotto asked in a low voice, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if teaching a small child italian.
"Huh? I didn't see anyone," Johnson quickly replied. Risotto looked at him suspiciously but didn't press further.
If he wasn't mistaken just now, that guy should have been Giorno Giovanna, right?
Johnson took a deep breath, suppressing his surprise. Even so, Risotto still noticed.
Was it him? Was it him?
It must have been him! Golden hair, bangs heavily curled like three doughnuts, wearing a rose-colored outfit.
It was that guy; he looked at me too. Why did he look at me?
There's another peculiar thing in the JOJO World, and that's blood ties, especially prevalent between fathers and sons. For example, Trish and Diavolo; Trish can even sense Diavolo's presence.
If that's the case, then did he sense my presence?
When I rolled down the car window, did he see me?
Ghiaccio's White Album Stand easily took care of everyone. He was lying on the car roof and tapped on Johnson's car window. Johnson rolled down the window, and as he felt a rush of cold air, he looked up and saw Giorno Giovanna. He also saw him at that instant.
He used his Stand to evade Ghiaccio's freezing attack.
Ghiaccio didn't harm civilians, only spreading his cold air to a depth of one meter underground, ensuring that ordinary people's heads wouldn't be frozen. Meanwhile, Giorno used his Gold Experience to grow a two-meter tree in an unnoticed corner, hiding himself among the dense leaves.
Among the dense leaves, Johnson Joffrey suddenly felt a secret gravitational pull, making Johnson look in Giorno's direction.
Green and crimson clashed. Johnson saw Giorno's complex gaze. Johnson Joffrey immediately averted his eyes, and when he looked back, he had completely vanished.
Giorno Giovanna, he was looking at me.
Johnson Joffrey had thought about Giorno before. In fact, it was less than two years until the official start of golden wind. Giorno shouldn't have joined the gang. Giorno was the protagonist of the original story and the person Johnson found most troublesome.
This was quite bad for Johnson. That look just now made Johnson confirm that Giorno and he had some kind of blood-related sensing, similar to Trish and Diavolo.
If that's the case, Giorno to me would be like Trish to Diavolo.
If he knew that both his father and I were DIO, then my relationship with Risotto would become very unpredictable. At the same time, he might be able to guess where I go and what my purpose is, relying on his telepathy and unique intelligence... How should I face him? Should I run over and tell him, 'I'm your brother, come and let's take down the Boss together,' or should I ignore him, let him live a peaceful life, and wait for me to take down the Boss? What is his attitude towards DIO? Will he be affected by my villain system?
What a headache...
Giorno is a main character in this book, so he needs more development, and the pace is a bit slower.
It can't always be too fast.