"-But I'm just telling you to relax!" Erina yelped. "I AM!" Jonathan snapped. His wife gasped as she, for a moment thought that this isn't the same man he married.

Jonathan stormed off and slammed the door on his way out, effectively cracking the hinges.

'He changed. Ever since he found out what happened to Dio's grave...' The pregnant woman then winced as the stress causes her pain.

Jonathan has always followed and strived to be the ideal gentleman, but even he can't take something this horrible. But it wasn't an overnight change. He always tried to understand everything, even bad people. But what could bring someone to eat a corpse? He doesn't understand.

"Agh! Ow!" Josuke hissed after he landed on his back, he was thrown by Jotaro, who he noticed was getting more and more harsh as the training goes on.

"Sheesh, you're becoming more and more high strung, Jotaro-san." He quipped as he struggled to get up.

"Josuke. Why do you want to join the competition?" His nephew asked.

"Uh well, I got nothing better to d-" Jotaro cuts him off with a kick to his midsection. "PFGH!" Josuke coughed as he got the air knocked out of him.

"You're gonna have to give me a better reason than that." Jotaro mumbled as the younger man continued to cough.

"Heh... I guess its a sore topic to touch, but... About my hair." Josuke stood up after wiping the blood from his lips. "When I was 4 years old, I lived with my mom in Canada. I caught a really bad flu and on the verge of having a convulsion. My mom tried to take me to the hospital herself and we got caught in a blizzard. Our tire was stuck."

Jotaro raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"But then there's a good samaritan who noticed us. He knocked on my mom's window and told her to just keep accelerating no matter what after he pushes the car free. I got in to a hospital and recovered and my mom tried to look for the man to thank him but we never saw him or heard from him ever again." Josuke smiled bitterly "I modeled my hair after him after my mom said he dons a pompadour, in a way to honor him."

Jotaro hummed after discovering this fact about his uncle, but he still didn't know how this relates to joining the tournament.

"I know the whole world will be watching and-" Josuke drifted off before sighing, he gave Jotaro a determined stare "And I just wanted to show him that I'm all grown up."

"I see." Jotaro replied without missing a beat "But you better be prepared for anything. Because this tournament may not be as safe as it appears..."

William had a good look of what the brackets would look like. He immediately altered it just so Caesar can fight Wamuu.

'Mario... I'm sure regardless of what happens, Caesar will make you proud.'

"Speedwagon greets Mr. Zeppeli!" Speedwagon barged to the room as William immediately turned around to hide the fact that he tinkered with the brackets.

"Ah, Robert. Any news on the date of the tournament?" William asked.

Vaki the striker is a massive flop. The amount of backlash it received for basically just putting Dio Brando's life in a manga is massive. Kishibe Rohan, the famous, now infamous mangaka known for the well received Gaoh and Koko's Eccentric Journey has received millions of death threats, his adress had been doxxed so many times he was forced to move houses.

It gave him incredible depression, as he became addicted to painkillers and sleeping pills.

He's having hallucinations left and right and keep hearing voices. He can even hear voices whenever he reads a negative comment about him.

"You have no respect for the dead, therefore you don't deserve any from the living."

"The difference between you and Hitler is he knew when to kill himself."

"Every breath you take is a stunning endorsement of abortion."

He's had enough. His eyes were sunken as the sun burned his corneas, he hasn't been outside in the day but today is going to be his last anyway. The guilt of his past weighing him down as the final lifeline of being a mangaka was destroyed, he had no choice but to sink down the ocean of despair.

Rohan starred at the beautiful rural Florida.

From his rooftop...

A 5 mile run is a part of Giorno's morning routine where he would run from their camp at the forest to the town. His first few days were a bit jarring when he realized he actually prefer the solitude of the forest more than the civilization.

There's a number of people gathering around a house however.

'A party?' he wondered as the townsfolk were gathering, and murmuring. He was about to ask about what's going on "Excuse me, what's-"

"DO A FLIP!"

He felt stupid for failing to notice that they are all looking up. His eyes widened as he saw someone on the rooftop.

"What..."

"He finally decided to do it afterall." He heard someone say. "Well, he was getting incredibly harrassed but really? This just because his comic flopped?"

"It's called a manga."

"Whatever."

Being in the forest for atleast 4 months alienated Giorno away from any world news or any of that social media bullshit. All he ever did with his dad's phone is to listen to his voice and take pictures of nature in his sparetime when he's not training. So he had 0 clue about whatever flop this guy made, but he does know he shouldn't kill himself.

His body moved on it's own.

"You know about the phrase The apple didn't fell to far from the tree?" Gappy asked as he continued roasting barbecue. "Yeah, what of it?" Johnny replied as he munched on his food.

"Giorno is like an apple that is far away from the tree yet so close at the same time."

"The hell are you on about this time?"

"Well he could be polite yet he could be ruthless at the same time. Remember when that drag guy beat him up with a pipe or something? That was somewhat out of character for him to screech like that according to his girlfriend." Gappy shrugged.

"... I don't know. He's just a good kid who hates enemies. What's wrong with that?" Johnny said as he waited for the next batch of meat.

"I don't know. It gives me a sinking feeling that his good naturedness won't help him if he ever get to face that cannibal Diego."

"What, you're saying he might pity him? He fucking ate his dad's corpse, why the fuck would you feel an ounce of sympathy for scum like that?"

Giorno managed to sneak on the roof behind this Kishibe guy. He has heard of Koko's before due to the memes but haven't really gotten around to reading it so he is familiar with this mangaka.

'I'm going to talk him out of this...' he lets out a shaky exhale as he took a careful step forward "Hey."

Rohan turned to face him and upon realizing he'll stop him, he immediately ran with the intention of jumping.

"Wha- HEY!"

Fortunately, he was way faster than the man so he managed to grab his hand and threw him to the ground out of force of habit.

Rohan coughed and gasped in pain as Giorno apologized. The young man kneeled on his back to subdue and restrain him but the suicidal guy continued to struggle.

"Calm down! Calm down! Hey!"

The mangaka broke his composure and screamed. He blabbered incoherently but Giorno firmly held him down. "It's okay! Hey! Relax..!" Giorno said.

"MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND MY SISTER GOT KILLED BECAUSE OF ME! MY DREAMS ARE RUINED AND NOBODY LOVES ME! I'M- I'M NOTHING! I JUST WANNA- AAAAAAAGHHHAAA!!!" he yelled in aguish as he continued to cry. This must have been the breaking point.

"That's not true! Don't be so hard on yourself, please." Giorno pleads.

Rohan's eyes widened as he listened to the man's voice.

Flashback, Chapter 31.

Dio was still standing. His skating blades were stucked on the crack Jonathan's punch caused."

WHA..." Ghiaccio stared as the mighty Dio was subtly posing tiredly."

Padre..." they heard from the mic."Your resolve is shining even brighter than the sun outside..."

Everyone was speechless as Dio began to lean forward."And it's shining, on the path of victory that we're meant to take..!" Giorno finished his speech.

"WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEELLL?!" Ghiaccio shouted in confusion. Dio isn't down for the count because of those damn cracks and the man's son suddenly recited a poem. What the fuck.

Dio raised his foot, leaving the stucked shoe on the floor before stomping the shit out of Ghiaccio's face.

"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"

End flashback.

"You're... You're his kid!" Rohan said in terror, his lips quivered but he finally stopped resisting. He then began to sob "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" Giorno asked.

"For milking your father's death just to make my manga! I'm trash! I'm garbage! I- huh?" Rohan temporarily stopped his self pitying rant as Giorno stood up and lets him go with a shocked expression. He was gobsmacked at the idea of someone stooping so low for fame and money that he was paralyzed about what he heard.

Rohan takes this as the opportunity to scoot closer to the edge of the roof and saw the crowd down there waiting for him to give them a show.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING HIM?! JUMP!"

Rohan smiled sadly "Reimi... I'll see you soon."

The mention of that name stopped Giorno out of his trance. Rohan jumped but Giorno caught his arm, causing the mangaka to dangle on the edge.

The sadistic majority of the crowd jeered but the sympathetic ones sighed in relief and cheered.

"Wh-What are you doing?! Didn't you hear about what I said?!" Rohan wailed.

"Stop... Struggling..! We can talk this out!" Giorno gritted his teeth.

"I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR! Why would someone like you want to save garbage like me?! I'm a NOBODY!" Rohan said.

"You're not a nobody! You're my brother! And I love you! I would never lie to my brother! So please!"

"You're like the little brother I never had."

Rohan gasped, for a moment, he saw her holding him rather than the son of the man he tried to exploit for money. He became limp as he gave up trying to kill himself.

Giorno took this as his cue to lift him up. The majority of the crowd boo'd them. Rohan hugged him and cried his eyes out as Giorno smiled tiredly, reassuringly patting the man.

"I'M SO SORRY..! I'm sorry..!"

"It's okay. It's okay."

The duffelbag landed as the man who owned him stretched. "I'm back in the city." Anasui frowned "And all of them will pay."

'Weather is dead, and soon, everyone who stood in my way will be.' That was a flat out lie, he had no idea if Weather is alive or not but he just assumed he's not.

'No matter what I do, you can never be tamed, huh Jolyne?' he muttered to himself. He drove his other sidechicks away, he's determined on getting Jolyne.

Grasping his long hair, he figured its time for a new look.

"Diego Brando..?" Maya muttered as she read the participants of the tournament. "Heh... What a weird place to find you in, friend."

She sets down her phone as she lamented the time they shared "I hope you're done pursuing that retarded dream of yours, you scum."

Maya remembered her time at the convention. He's the devil that tempted her, but at the same time, he's an angel that freed her.

"Hot Pants." she muttered, remembering the dumb nickname he gave her.

Character Profile.

"THE MEDDLER" Robert Edward Oliver Speedwagon

Height: 5'11

Weight: 180 lbs

Age: Early 40s

Likes: Jonathan, Giorno, Dio, anything that is wholesome, bowler hats, fedoras, William Zeppeli's top hat specifically, seafood, streetgangs, orphans.

Dislikes: Dio, People who have body odor.

Speedwagon declared loyalty to Jonathan after he mugged him and got his arm broken when they were in their 20s. Jonathan was extremely apologetic that he brought Speedwagon to the hospital, fixed his arm and gave him half of his wallet's content. Speedwagon declared him as a polite young man and got inspired to change his ways.

Speedwagon won the lottery shortly after and became a real estate tycoon, a motivational speaker, and the founder of the Speedwagon Foundation which is dedicated to advancing medicine and technology.

Speedwagon managed to avoid bad or nefarious business partners due to his ability to smell evil which contributed to the longevity of his success.