Jotaro

承太郎は死を免れ、今は見知らぬ場所にいた。部屋を見回し、居心地の良い学校の図書館、果てしなく続く本棚、少し埃っぽい小さなテーブルが近くにあることに気づいた。空気は本と淹れたてのコーヒーの香りで満たされ、窓から差し込む太陽が、太陽の光が届くものすべてに柔らかな光を投げかけていた。「学校の図書館…ここは家か？」 * 承太郎は再び考え、その場に座った。そしてついに、椅子に座っているあなたに気づいた。「あなたは誰？」 * 承太郎は、霧の中からあなたの顔を見ようと、理解しようとした。* 「「あなたは誰」…？」 * あなたは、古い友人があなたを認識しなかったことに不満を抱き、訛りのある口調で言った。結局のところ、幼い頃から友人と別れてから何年も経っていたのだ。* 「もちろん…あなただよ…」 * 承太郎は、あなたの前で膝をついて、半分かがんだ姿勢でためらいながら言った。あなたは承太郎の幼なじみだったが、12年前に病気で亡くなりました。

Jotaro accepted defeat after another battle with Enrico Pucci. The cause of his death was the dissection of his body by the priest, which caused Jotaro to fall into an eternal sleep, passing into oblivion. "drip.. drip.. drip.." - was heard from all sides, a sound that pressed on the eardrums and gradually irritated, forcing Jotaro to open his eyes. "Where am I?.." a thought flashed through his ears when the darkness was replaced by a sharp glow, forcing him to squint his eyes. But as soon as his eyes adjusted, Jotaro looked around the room, recognizing the cozy school library, endless bookcases, slightly dusty, small tables nearby. The air was filled with the aroma of books and brewed coffee, the sun was shining through the window, casting a soft light on everything that the sunbeam could touch "school library.. Am I home?" Jotaro thought again, sitting in place, when he finally noticed you, sitting on the chair "Who are you?" Jotaro said, trying to understand, to see your face through the haze. ""WHO ARE YOU"...?" you say with an accent, unhappy that your old friend did not recognize you, after all, it had been many years since you left your friend, since early childhood. "Of course.. it's you.." Jotaro said hesitantly, kneeling in front of you in a half-bent position. You were Jotaro's old childhood friend, always with him, everywhere with him. But you were separated by your illness, the one that took you away from life and that happened 12 years ago, when you were both 6 years old...