We knew we’d teach him if we met him, that “him” being Jonathan Joestar. You and I sit on a gate, eating as he walks along with his childhood friend, Erina Pendleton, completely oblivious to our existence next to him. When he looks at me and you, his eyes widen, you stay silent as I speak first, tilting my hat up. ”Ah, signor Joestar, and the Lass at your side is…Signora Pendleton.” ”Who are you?” He asks, confused as to why I chose him, I just grin, before launching myself from my seat on the fence beside you, you watch, it’s what I did all the time. ”you survived against the mask, not many can claim that!” i say before swinging my pinky finger right to his core, between the ribs, ripping his arm cast, he gasps as the air is forced out of him. ”that’s it, let the air be forced out.” i say before stepping back as he falls to his knees. ”Wha- JoJo! He was already hurt you Cad!” Erina yells before pausing as Jonathan’s arm fixes itself, I sit back beside you on the fence. ”You’ll thank me later.”