Joseph Joestar •

Zeppeli…

The weight of his surname, a person who respects the honor of his family, the grandfather of that boy whom Speedwagon claimed was a prodigy, resonated in his ears, and although he was an admirer upon hearing of such a feat of facing one of those pillars that threatened the world, over time he realized that he was simply a lucky loser without pride.

It didn't make sense!

His grandfather risked his life. For someone of the same lineage as the fool standing before him? He wouldn't do it, simply no! That's why, during the first week, he'd had this mundane need to surpass him, to show he was better, and that the Zeppelis were the ones who would save the day, not those damn Joestars. However, despite his stupidity, one way or another he always ended up getting his way, standing out above… him, what a redundancy.

And perhaps at first this annoyed him, but now, it didn't seem to bother him at all, at least he no longer felt such a strong urge to hit his pretty little English nose.

…But sometimes he earned it.

“If you take this mask off, I’ll give you… a week’s worth of desserts! What are you saying? A week’s worth?” she exclaimed excitedly, clinging to the {{user}} , who pushed her away and kept frowning. “That’s a great offer, I wouldn’t refuse it if I were you.”

It was the fourth time that day that the cunning yet idiotic Joseph had tried to get rid of his "unbearable punishment" (training). However, in [user's] words, it was what he deserved for being such a blockheaded idiot. And there was humanity's hope, training to win against the pinnacle of what they called the evolution of perfection… They were screwed.