Italy 1938

"Blues! We're going to be in big trouble!"

"No, we won't, Chrys. I have a plan,"

Chrys's long golden hair sparkled in the sun. It looked like it was made of crystal. Their partner, Blues, had shorter indigo hair, but it also sparkled.

The two were standing over a broken vase.

"Let's just hide it. She'll never know,"

"You sure that's going to work?"

"Absolutely,"

A woman with long brown hair strode towards the two.

"What was that?"

The two stared at each other and started running.

Smokey didn't know how the stranger launched the bottle cap with such force. The stranger didn't know either. He said he could always do it. Smokey thought. His grandpa died young but he could do the same thing. His dad died in the War but had no such talent. He didn't have a mom either.

"I owe you big time. My name's Smokey, what's yours?"

The stranger smiled. "Joestar. Joseph Joestar. You can call me Jojo,"

The stone mask was looming ominously.

What is this? Who is this man in the pillar? It's not a carving."

"He has amino acids. He has cells. And though faint, he has body heat and a pulse," Speedwagon covered his face. "This man is alive!"

Straizo's eyes were laser-focused, but even he was worried.

"Straizo, what is he exactly? How long has he been here? What are the masks for? Why is he here? None of that matters! We have one purpose here! I called you so that you could destroy him utterly with Hamon while he sleeps!"

Straizo was staring at the man. "What of Joseph Joestar?"

"Huh?"

"How is the young man doing? I hear he used Hamon to save your life once,"

"Why bring Jojo up now?"

"I believe it was back when he was 13 years old. Yes, some men hijacked your plane so that they could ransom you,"

Years earlier, when Joseph was 13.

Speedwagon sat on a plane, worried and bloody,

"Oi, kid! You can't stay back here. Get up in front!" A man was pointing a gun at 13-year-old Joseph, who was reading. Jojo finally looked up from what he was reading.

He sighed. "You're hijacking Speedwagon, right? I'm just a bystander. I'm just going to read my comic. You go do your own business." Jojo made a shoo-ing motion with his hand.

The man slammed the butt of his gun into Jojo's face. "Don't give me any lip, punk!"

"Jojo!" Speedwagon caught the boy.

Blood dripped on Jojo's clothes. He started to get angry.

This is bad. Speedwagon thought to himself. That suit was a gift from Erina. That'll set him off for sure! As Jojo began to rise, Speedwagon's fears were confirmed.

"Take it easy Jojo!"

"You guys knew that the plane might crash if you hijacked it, right?"

Jojo turned around and knocked out the pilot with Hamon.

Speedwagon gasped. "Was that Hamon?" As the pilot fell, unconscious, the plane was left unmanned.

Jojo picked up a seat. "Wrap the pilot in this! We're jumping!"

The plane passed overhead and crashed into the ground.

Meanwhile, Jojo, Speedwagon, and the pilot had landed safely.

"You never think things through!" Speedwagon admonished Jojo.

"I do think. At least enough to keep you and Granny Erina safe. You're my only family, after all,"

He looks just like his grandfather, but he's far from a gentleman. Speedwagon thought.

We are now back in the present day.

"That was when I discovered that Joseph could use Hamon,"

"So, he inherited his Hamon breathing from his grandfather Jonathan,"

"That's right," Speedwagon looked down as Strazo walked past him. "But why bring that up now?"

Straizo glared. The people around him fell to the ground, dead.

"What the devil?:

"I just killed these people. And when you die…" Straizo looked at Speedwagon. "Jonathan's grandson will feel grief and anger. He will grow to hate me."

Speedwagon was truly afraid. "Straizo-"

He was knocked down by a swift kick to the head. Speedwagon fell, bloody, as Straizo towered over him.