"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."
Jotaro looked at Johnson Joffrey impassively, but his heart was still somewhat moved.
"After all, it concerns your daughter, and I wouldn't feel at ease entrusting my family in Japan to find it, so I will go personally."
Jotaro subtly breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't interested in when he would die or whom he would meet; his only focus was Jolyne.
Jolyne was framed and imprisoned.
And judging by his own death date, perhaps he died without ever rescuing Jolyne. His death is a secondary issue; what he doesn't know is whether Jolyne got out of Prison after he died.
If there was someone in this world who could foresee the future, perhaps Jotaro wouldn't be interested, because for him, the future is just something that arrives a little later, for someone of his caliber.
He fears no enemy, no matter what kind.
But Jolyne is different.
"Then... thank you." Jotaro lightly pulled down the brim of his hat.
"Mr. Jotaro is really too polite to me," Johnson exclaimed, "I will do my utmost to find it."
"I've always had a dream," Johnson Joffrey broke the silence and suddenly said.
"What dream?" Polnareff asked.
"That is, I hope to do something for this world," Johnson Joffrey said, "Just like people such as Mr. Jotaro, I hope to become like you."
Johnson Joffrey appropriately pursed his lips and blinked a few times, showing the demeanor of a somewhat nervous junior.
"I hope to become like Mr. Jotaro. I am still only 15 years old. Although I defeated..."
"No," Jotaro interrupted him, "When I was fifteen, I didn't even have a Stand. You are much stronger than me."
"Perhaps, but the important reason why I defeated Diavolo was that Diavolo was selling drugs to children, and Italy was in chaos. But as you know, the mafia is one of the administrators of this country, sometimes even more important than the police. So I didn't try to change it, but rather to adapt to it, and eventually I became a mafia superstar—"
"But, I actually want to be a good person."
"Even if I become an administrator of this country, I still hope that this country can be filled with—"
"Golden Spirit."
Hearing these four words, Jotaro raised his sea-blue eyes, a flash of surprise in them.
"As you said before," Johnson explained, "A person must have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil."
"I, Johnson Joffrey, am a 15-year-old boy, the head of the mafia in Italy. I barely study in school. In the Italy I manage, if a judge disrespects my uncle, I dare to put a bloody horse's head on his bed. If a celebrity acts like a diva, I make sure she can never act again in her life. If someone dares to do business in Italy without following my demands, I make sure he doesn't see the sun tomorrow."
"Even someone like me can distinguish what is evil. People like Diavolo, who sell drugs to children and kill their own parents and daughters, are simply disgusting."
"Mr. Jotaro, doesn't this sound familiar?" Johnson asked him with a smile.
"That's enough." Jotaro pulled his hat brim down, a smile in his eyes.
These were words Jotaro had said to Johnson once, and Johnson still remembered them. This live lesson in Golden Spirit made Jotaro genuinely a little embarrassed, and all his doubts vanished.
If someone didn't revere Jotaro, how could he remember Jotaro's words so firmly in his heart?
"You're much more impressive than I was when I was young," Jotaro said calmly, then added, "My original idea was to break fate, but actually, from the contents of your notes, going to Morioh is beneficial for me."
"At least I got my doctorate and took down a serial killer."
"Indeed. What are your plans then?"
"I'm going to Morioh."
"Then I'll go too," Johnson said. "My mother's hometown is very close to S City."
"Good, we'll go together."
Johnson smiled, then picked up his refreshing drink and took a sip.
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"You're going to Japan?" Risotto stood with his arms crossed outside the blinds. He was accustomed to such dark environments as an assassin.
"Yes, to make Jotaro owe me a favor."
"Typical Johnson, aren't you?" Prosciutto leaned against the office desk, fiddling with his expensive Dior cufflinks. His sky-blue eyes looked at Johnson, who was sitting on the sofa, and he said with a smile, "You can even handle Kujo Jotaro."
"No need to repeat that, is there?" Mista said happily, sitting on a backless swivel stool.
"Being able to handle Diavolo doesn't necessarily mean he can't beat Kujo Jotaro," Ghiaccio interjected. "Time Stop and Time Erase are both very powerful."
"Not really. I'm only going to Japan to make Jotaro owe me a favor. After all, if I want to expand Passion globally, I have to rely on the SPW Foundation's help."
"School is important, of course," Johnson said. "But you can learn a lot without going to school, and it's summer vacation now."
Currently, Passion, centered around the Assassination Team, has somewhat found its footing. Even the government has begun to acknowledge it, and Passion has started to expand into areas including film and television, investment, medical care, and politics.
"I suggest letting me sign celebrities instead of Prosciutto," Mista said, spinning his revolver. "My eye for women is much better than Prosciutto's."
"Tsk, you really are a beast, Mista!" Formaggio gave him the middle finger.
Everyone chatted for a bit, then dispersed. As Johnson was about to stand up, Risotto suddenly called out to him. Everyone else tacitly left, and in the empty office, light streamed in from outside the blinds, making the not-so-large room feel spacious as everyone departed.
"You're after the arrow, aren't you?" Risotto asked directly, his gaze not showing doubt but rather scrutiny.
"Yes, Uncle," Johnson said, sitting on the sofa opposite him, and answered very naturally.
"In my opinion, some people will touch the extraordinary, and once they do, their ambition will inflate like a bubble."
Johnson gave a somewhat devil-may-care smile to ease the relatively tense atmosphere.
"In fact, I don't dislike such ambition," Risotto suddenly changed his tone. "You truly possess such talent."