Perhaps because Risotto is not very expressive, the Assassination Team did not show much emotional fluctuation regarding his sudden resurrection.
Once one becomes an assassin, one must be prepared for death.
In fact, if the true fate had unfolded, the Assassination Team would indeed have been completely annihilated by Bucciarati. Within just two days, all their comrades would have died.
They were sufficiently prepared to face death, and this preparation came from killing.
When you want to obtain something, you must be prepared to have your hands stained with blood, and at the same time, you must prepare for death. Isn't it only right for an assassin to be assassinated?
He who kills shall himself be killed.
As Giorno said, this world has rules.
Once they had made such a resolution and faced death and the loss of comrades, it no longer felt so tragic.
Only by despising death can one kill easily, and only then can one die easily.
After Risotto's resurrection, the Assassination Team could only say that they were incredibly lucky.
Death is my fate, life is my fortune.
The members of the Assassination Team felt a mixture of excitement for themselves and the joy of surviving a catastrophe, coupled with surprise at Johnson Joffrey.
Especially Prosciutto.
What seemed like a simple resurrection should actually be considered an extreme operation for a special Stand. If Johnson Joffrey's Reversed Hierophant·ACT2 had not achieved a qualitative leap in power, speed, and precision, it would have been impossible to grasp the faint energy of a soul.
Such a special operation was also seen in Part 4, when Josuke used Crazy Diamond to resurrect the young boy Hayato. It required extremely high reaction speed and operational skill to restore one's body the instant it was blown up by Killer Queen, and to reshape a body capable of containing the soul before it had left. This is similar to the cooperation Johnson and Giorno demonstrated.
One grasps the soul, the other reshapes the body.
"Moody Blues!"
A blue-purple, muscular Stand appeared like a phantom behind Abbacchio.
Bucciarati was a bit unhappy. He had just realized he had lost out significantly. The Assassination Team had already been pushed to an unprecedented situation by the boss.
Their captain was dead, Trish's mother was a vegetable. For them, there were no more clues to investigate thoroughly, judging by the fact that Giorno could resurrect their captain.
If Bucciarati had known about Risotto's death and had Giorno refuse to resurrect him, he could have demanded anything he wanted at the negotiating table, not to mention he still had Trish and Moody Blues.
The Assassination Team should join us, not the other way around.
But as things stood, it could only be attributed to insufficient intelligence. What had been promised could not be undone. After all, although the Assassination Team was in a dire state, their combat power was still intact.
With Risotto resurrected, he had lost his greatest leverage.
What was even more infuriating was that, logically, when Giorno discovered Risotto was dead and only he could resurrect him, given his intelligence, he should have refused. After all, resurrection was not mentioned during the negotiations.
But because Johnson Joffrey was his brother, Giorno forgot everything once the family card was played.
So that's it. Was this also part of your plan, Joffrey?
Bucciarati's gaze fell on the young man in the corner, who, despite his position, was incredibly noticeable. If Risotto had truly been dead at that time, Prosciutto's call should have been to him.
The young man stood on the outermost layer, seemingly uninterested in the boss — no, Diavolo's true identity — that Moody Blues was repeating.
"I never would have thought," Bucciarati sighed, "I really thought the person Prosciutto contacted was Risotto."
He never expected the true mastermind to be Johnson Joffrey. Although he was unwilling, this young man was truly admirable.
"We're here." As soon as Abbacchio finished speaking, his Moody Blues began to transform into a pink-haired man. The moment Risotto saw him, he couldn't help but flinch.
"This is… the boss's true identity."
A head of vibrant pink hair flowed, true evil gleamed in his double pupils, and he wore a black, silken undershirt, bare-chested.
This was Diavolo, a demon.
"So this is the boss…" Everyone present couldn't help but exclaim.
Trish subconsciously widened her eyes, unable to believe that this man was her father.
"Don't waste time." Johnson Joffrey stepped out from the corner and said, "Melone, take a picture of him and put it online for a search."
"Understood."
The camera clicked, and Moody Blues also reverted to its original form—a blue-purple figure. It had to be said that without Moody Blues thoroughly investigating Diavolo, things would have become even more complicated.
Bucciarati had lost out again.
After seeing that familiar face, Johnson Joffrey couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at the time; it had been half an hour since he called Kujo Jotaro.
He was afraid Kujo Jotaro would arrive early, and he wouldn't get the arrow.
Diavolo's appearance was similar to what he had seen in the original manga.
Melone began uploading Diavolo's photo online, conducting repeated thorough searches. Trish walked to her mother's bedside, looking at her with some sorrow.
Her gaze fell on Johnson, who was standing on the balcony. It seemed no one else was paying attention to her. Indeed, the plot was no longer like the original where they needed to go to her house to find photos. Diavolo's true identity had already been revealed; they just needed to find his real identity online.
What kind of past and future did the name Diavolo carry?
In the end, Bucciarati also fulfilled his promise, bringing Trish back to her mother's side. Now, the mother and daughter were just ordinary victims.
She put her hands behind her back and silently walked to Johnson's side.
"Joffrey."
Johnson heard her and turned his head to look at her.
"I've awakened my Stand," she said with a determined gaze.
"Is that so?" Johnson replied with a faint smile, then added, "Then you've also overcome your timidity and confusion."
Trish nodded solemnly and then said, "Anyway, thank you. If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have overcome myself."
Johnson Joffrey was noncommittal.
"My Stand ability is…"
"No, don't tell me." Johnson Joffrey said to her with a smile in his eyes, "Don't easily tell others about this. Keeping it hidden will allow you to surprise your opponents."
Trish paused, then took a step back and said, "I understand that without you telling me."