A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [16]

Scorching Hamon energy raged chaotically within Kars’s body, leaving devastation in its wake.

“Guh—!”

Kars opened his mouth wide in agony, looking like a salted fish discarded onto shore.

The fist pressed firmly against his back inflicted unbearable pain.

He tried desperately to break free, but failed again and again.

Bones twisted outward, piercing toward Joseph. Blades shot forth from his spine—but none of it made Joseph release his grip.

“I won't let go, Kars!”

Even with Hamon and [Hermit Purple] shielding him, Joseph couldn't entirely escape injury. Hot blood trickled from his wounds, yet none of this was enough to shake his resolve.

Joseph Joestar would not let go until this bastard was dead!

“Damn it!”

Kars’s features twisted grotesquely, his voice distorted into something absurdly comical, like a duck being choked.

He shifted his gaze toward the armored figure pinning him from the front and decided to deal with this man first.

Although he didn't understand how someone without Hamon possessed such terrifying strength, it didn't matter.

The mighty Lord Kars wouldn't be defeated so easily!

He resolved that once he disposed of this damned armored nuisance, he would immediately seize the [Red Stone of Aja].

The [Stone Mask] he'd thrown earlier was merely something he'd crafted out of boredom back at the villa—his carefully prepared one was still on him.

Once he became the Ultimate Being, injuries like these would mean nothing!

“[Brilliant Bone Blade]!”

A gleaming bone-blade shot forward, aimed directly at Rōma’s face.

A flash of cold light streaked by.

A severed blade soared high into the air.

'[VIOLENT SLASH!!]'

A digital voice rang clearly.

While he wasn't a Rider who specialized in slashing attacks, he still had confidence in his arm-blades, at least.

“Nice!”

Joseph grinned from behind, intensifying his Hamon output.

Cracks rapidly spread across Kars’s body.

Golden Hamon energy spilled from those fissures, illuminating the night.

“I…I can’t—!”

Feeling his impending death, Kars began to struggle frantically.

Sharp blades flashed menacingly. Bone spikes capable of skewering human bodies erupted wildly from his flesh. His limbs twisted into impossible angles.

He refused to die here! He hadn’t become the Ultimate Being yet!

There was still vengeance for Esidisi and Wamuu!

He couldn't possibly die in such a place!

Joseph and Rōma each had their ways of dealing with this desperate resistance.

Joseph deftly utilized Hamon combined with [Hermit Purple] to block most attacks. A few minor blows slipped through, but so what?

Rōma’s method was even simpler.

He held Kars firmly with one hand, continuously slicing through bones with the other. Occasionally, he even casually snapped off newly formed bone-blades, relieving some of Joseph's burden.

“How could I—!”

With a final, despairing cry, Kars’s body disintegrated into ashes under the burning Hamon.

The Pillar Man, who had existed for untold millennia, perished completely in another world, slain decisively by his nemesis.

“It’s over.”

Covering his wounds, Joseph gasped heavily.

Nearly all the Hamon energy passed down by his older self had been expended this time.

But that was fine. After this incident, practicing Hamon would become much easier.

Having already experienced helplessness once, Joseph would never allow himself to feel so powerless again.

“So, what exactly is going on here?”

Joseph sat casually cross-legged on the ground, watching as personnel from the Organization swiftly cleaned the area, carefully collecting Kars’s ashes.

Even the shattered fragments of the [Stone Mask]—previously destroyed by sniper fire—were meticulously recovered.

“To put it simply, this isn't your original world anymore.”

Having undone his transformation, Rōma calmly addressed Joseph, who remained seated on the ground.

There was a subtle sense of unease Rōma couldn’t quite explain when looking at this Joseph.

It was as if this man wasn't quite the same brash, youthful Joseph Joestar from his memories.

“Not my original world, huh?”

Joseph scratched his head, seemingly coming to some understanding. Though he hadn’t had time to examine things closely yet, the architecture surrounding them clearly didn’t match his era.

“Someone specialized will explain the details to you later.”

After speaking, Rōma didn’t elaborate further.

The Organization already had ample experience handling friendly human-aligned visitors from other worlds.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Joseph would likely be seen at Chiba’s Research Institute base within a few days.

“Where are those analysts? Hurry up and hand me the psych and behavioral profiling reports!”

The negotiator tasked with communicating with Joseph urged impatiently.

What was wrong with these people today? The battle was already over, yet they hadn’t even finished their reports.

Having judged this muscular man to be communicable, this negotiator—previously left idle—finally found himself useful again.

God only knew how rough his life had been recently.

Every encounter he’d had was either with an uncommunicative anomalous being or someone blatantly hostile to humanity.

If he didn’t get another assignment soon, he'd seriously begin to suspect he was about to be laid off.

“Coming, coming!”

A young man in a suit jogged over hurriedly, passing the freshly compiled report to the negotiator while rapidly pointing out key points.

The negotiator listened carefully—after all, these details were critical.

“Oh, it’s been a while, Asano-san.”

“It has, Rōma-kun.”

After greeting Asano briefly, Rōma turned toward Joseph.

“Then I'll be leaving now.”

“Ah, see you later, Rōma-kun.”

Joseph responded cheerfully, seemingly not nervous at all.

Asano patiently waited nearby until their conversation concluded, then spoke politely:

“Hello, sir. My name is Kurahiro Asano. I’m the external negotiator for the Human Order Security Organization—or simply put, a diplomat.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Joseph—Joseph Joestar.”

Facing this composed middle-aged man, Joseph introduced himself in turn.

It wasn’t hard for him to see that everyone present from this so-called "Human Order Security Organization" had impressive professional competence.

Especially those soldiers clad in specialized black combat gear, who exuded an elite aura.

Any one of these individuals placed outside would undoubtedly be recognized as elite personnel.

Yet here, they seemed merely ordinary.

Not paying further attention to Joseph’s situation, Rōma walked toward the temporary command post.

“You’re here.”

The commander managing the overall situation nodded at Rōma briefly, then continued his work.

Although Rōma was technically under his command at the Chiba base, the two had equivalent security clearance.

After casually greeting the commander, Rōma began his own duties.

He would submit the combat report along with his personal assessment of Joseph Joestar.

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T/N: IS CHALDEA BASICALLY THE SCP FOUNDATION??

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