Kujo Jotaro was actually a little worried, but to say he would pay extra attention and try to stop someone just because they were Dio's son was not something Kujo Jotaro would do. Moreover, according to Polnareff, Diavolo was indeed a scoundrel.
The harm he inflicted on all of Italy was no less, and perhaps even greater, than Dio's. Even he would have intervened, but unfortunately, he arrived too late.
"In my opinion, mental strengthening is very important for a Stand," Johnson said. On the bright, open-air balcony with a wooden floor, Johnson and Polnareff, the honorary advisor of the Passione family, were hosting their esteemed guest, Kujo Jotaro.
"I believe that to make a Stand powerful, the most important thing is to temper one's mental strength. The more one overcomes oneself, the stronger one can become."
Hearing Johnson Joffrey's words, delivered with a contented smile, also made Jotaro a little happy.
Jotaro basically wouldn't be affected by Johnson's villainous halo, which was as useless as a chicken's rib. He wasn't sensitive, weak, or a bad person. Furthermore, his principle of 'not being prejudiced against someone just because they are Dio's son' subtly influenced Jotaro.
Moreover, according to the SPW Foundation's tests, Johnson was undoubtedly a human.
Not to mention the Joestar Family's star mark on his shoulder, and he was aware of that matter: that Dio had actually used Jonathan Joestar's body to father Johnson.
"That's right, I remember Dio used the Joestar Family's ancestor's body back then. So, if you count it," Polnareff said, looking mischievously at Jotaro, "Johnson is Mr. Jonathan's son. So what is he to you, Jotaro? Hahaha!"
"That's enough."
Johnson smiled without speaking, but he didn't appear presumptuous. Instead, he completely disregarded the matter, treating it like some kind of joke.
"Let's stop chatting for now, Johnson. I came to see you not for anything else, but for your notes."
Johnson was currently swamped with family matters, working his hands raw. Every day, he met with various Italian political and business figures. At the same time, he had to process all sorts of personal data sent by Fuika to find Pucci's whereabouts, as Pucci still held a piece of Dio's bone. Pucci had to either be killed or be used by him.
However, I really don't like that hypocritical dog. We can't work together if our paths diverge, and it's useless to talk if we don't see eye to eye.
If I had enough subordinates, would I need Dio's bunch of people?
There's also a task to complete reputation in the system. Without these subordinates, my reputation won't reach its goal.
"Your notes say I'm going to Morioh."
"Ah, Mr. Jotaro," Johnson reached out his hand, signaling him to stop talking, and then said, "Those aren't my notes; they're the ramblings I had when I had a fever as a child."
"Yes, in fact, you're not the only one in this world who received these ramblings."
"Do you still remember The Fool I mentioned last time?"
Listening to Jotaro speak, Johnson couldn't help but marvel at the ability of that woman, Fuika, who was so naive about money and fame. She actually used a dual identity to deceive Jotaro while extorting Diavolo.
You definitely won't find her, because her ability is to upload her consciousness to the internet. How do you investigate a consciousness?
At first, I even wondered if The Fool was Pucci, if there was some kind of righteous protagonist system, and I battled wits with the air for a while. It seems I thought too much, I was too foolish, even I was fooled.
"I still remember," Johnson replied.
"He, like you, was affected by these ramblings," Jotaro said. "He knew about fate."
"But your content is too little. Besides the fact that I'm going to Morioh, there's too little other content."
Johnson shook his head, indicating that he could only do this much. After all, these were free chapters, Jotaro. Just like when you read a novel, these are free chapters. How can you read the paid chapters if you don't pay?
"After all, it was a dream I had when I was very young, and these were written down after I entered junior high. I can only remember a little, because at that time I was still at my mother's house. Later, I came to America with my mother, and the notes were left behind in Japan."
Jotaro looked at the notebook; the content was really too little. Then he said with some hesitation, "Can you still find it?"
"Where?"
"In Japan, the things you wrote down when you had a fever back then."
"I don't know, I haven't been back to Japan in a long time," Johnson said, the sun umbrella shielding the three of them, with cold refreshing drinks placed in front.
"I know you're busy, but I still hope you can help me ask your family in Japan, after all, your notebook also recorded a little… about Jolyne."
"Jolyne is my daughter."
"I understand," Johnson said, but he didn't agree.
"Johnson, Jotaro has said so much, can't you think of a way?" Polnareff said straightforwardly, "A man's greatest concern is his daughter."
"Mr. Polnareff," Johnson said with a headache, "It's not that I don't want to help, but it's very difficult to do. It's been three or four years since I wrote those notes, and I don't even remember if they still exist. The content I can recall right now is already in this notebook, Mr. Jotaro."
"..." Jotaro fell silent. Johnson Joffrey's words were very sincere.
"But..." Johnson suddenly said, "I will do my best to help Mr. Jotaro. I will personally go to Japan to find the notes I wrote when I was a child."