Chapter 2: Arising of Guns N' Roses

I muttered unenthusiastically, "Oh, it's the guy from the pizza shop." His name was Dario. Now, before you react, let me confess – I'm the one who used that peculiar arrow to stab you. But hold on, there's a rationale behind it: if your willpower is resilient, the arrow won't be lethal; instead, it bestows upon you a power known as a Stand. "I discerned your latent potential," he said.
I countered, "Do you even have a valid justification?"
Dario responded, "I'm pleased you inquired. You see, my younger sister was abducted by some Turkish individual. I require your assistance. My plan begins with training you in harnessing your Stand abilities, followed by mastering the art of Spin. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves – present your Stand to me."
Puzzled, I questioned, "How do I do that?"
With a swift slap, Dario prompted a burst of vines adorned with roses to emerge from my back, shaping into a Stand. "Strike me," he commanded.
I hesitated, asking, "Are you sure about this?"
"Just do it," he insisted.
Resignedly, I relented, "Alright, here goes nothing." With a fierce cry of "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA," he was sent hurtling backwards, nearly demolishing the wall. It wasn't mere punches; the assault resembled the velocity and precision of bullets.
Dario commented, "That was no ordinary punch. It was as swift and piercing as bullets. I've decided – your Stand shall be christened Guns N' Roses."
Concerned, I inquired, "Are you alright?"
He assured me, "I'm fine."
"Perhaps we can set the Stand training aside for now and delve into the realm of Spin," he suggested, producing two steel balls.