Yellow Experience

Good day my readers, it's time to refresh this story with yet another new chapter. Did the last chapter leave you with anticipation of the continuation of both fights? If yes, then this is right for you! Raw emotions, brutality, gore on one side, and great bravery and underdog fighting spirit on the other side. I will deliver and try to give you an enjoyable read.

By the way, the vote isn't ending until I say it's ending. So there is still enough time to choose Giorno's main girl.

I do not own JoJo's Bizarre Adventure or Assassination Classroom.

Chapter 24: Challenging your limits (Part 1)

Haruno heard a light thud, coming from about 10 o'clock. His ears were his only source of orientation, so this level of precision was the best he could get.

Gakushuu had taken off his tie and suit jacket, tossing them onto one of the tables on the side.

"My gloves are off, Shiobana. I'll make you suffer through hell, don't think you'll have a quick death. I won't let you die so easily." Asano proclaimed, intending to thoroughly enjoy himself.

Still in great pain, the blond gritted his teeth. They were intact for now, which he sensed by the lack of main coming from his teeth, but he expected them to get damaged soon.

"Why are you out to murder me, Asano? What gives?" the delinquent wanted to know. "What exactly changed?"

"Heh" the orange-haired chuckled, confidently crossing his arms. "It's because I can."

"What?" Haruno didn't quite understand.

"I now have the powers to kill you, I became stronger. That's what changed, Shiobana." Gakushuu simply clarified. "There's a new path of action that opened up, which wasn't there before."

"Grrr…" Beyond the pain inflicted to him, the blond felt immense hatred for Asano's arrogance. "Fucker, don't think you'll get away with this!"

"But I will." the orange-haired cockily claimed, grinning with confidence. "I most certainly will."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"After I'm done with you, my partner will dispose of your remains. There won't be any traces of neither you, nor my crime." he calmly explained. "Your case will simply be classified as 'disappeared'."

The delinquent was taken aback by how much of a psychopath Gakushuu sounded like. He'd make sure the latter would face the consequences of his actions and bitterly regret them.

Having lost his sense of touch, Haruno couldn't even feel his feet on the ground. Beside his sense of hearing, his instinct was just about the only other instrument of orientation for him. According to his instinct, his consciousness was 'low'. It made sense for him to have fallen on the ground after getting hit in the head with a not so small rock. So if his consciousness was 'high', it'd mean he's standing.

Despite severely limited means, the blond knew what he had to do. Somehow blindly try to move his limbs to stand up. His brain was tasked with the near impossible task of operating his body without any sense of touch.

Though anything was better than helplessly lying around and let Asano abuse him. Giving up was not an option. The delinquent would resist, fight against all odds and make his opponent pay.

Feeling his consciousness rising, Haruno knew he was doing something right. A 'high' consciousness was indication enough that he was standing. From there on, if he could walk, he'd be able to counterattack.

"I'll have you pay the price for everything up until now, Asano! You'll be feeling like a trillionaire!"

Defiantly making his intentions loud and clear, the blond felt ready to move on, moving by feeling his consciousness change location.

However, the next moment he felt his consciousness rapidly plummeting to ground level. Additionally, he felt a new sharp pain somewhere in his sides.

"HNGH!"

Had he not been a healthy young boy but a fragile old lady, that fall would've wheelchaired him for life.

"Pffffff… DAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAHA!" the orange-haired broke out in laughter, pointing at the fallen delinquent with his finger. "What was that noise just now? You say something, Shiobana?"

'GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… Was that my hip?' He tried so hard not to express the pain he truly was in.

"Oh~~~~~~~, poor little Shiobana, you're in so much pain." Gakushuu mocked, enjoying every bit of the pain and suffering. "How sa~~~~~d. Want me to put you out of your misery?"

"GRRRRRR… I'll get you, Asano! Just you wait!" No matter the extra pain, he wouldn't allow Asano to continue treating him like a fool after all the misdeeds the orange-haired committed.

Again, putting great effort into steering his body so that his consciousness was 'high', the blond tried to prepare for a renewed counterattack, hoping it'd go successful this time. Though this time, his consciousness plummeted even faster.

Evidently, the delinquent fell flat on his face. Because the pain from getting hit by that grapefruit-sized rock perfectly replicated.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Shiobana, are you trying to take yourself out? Because it sure looks like your target is hurting yourself instead of me." Gakushuu ridiculed him, not having taken any action since the first strike. "Well, I wanted to kill you with my own hands, but watching you kill yourself is totally fine too."

Haruno didn't want to scream, he really didn't. But who could blame him for accidentally hurting himself, with both his sight and touch gone, he was more prone to falling than a baby just learning how to walk.

'OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH… That bastard, I'll smash him to bits!'

The blond would be keen to do that, he wouldn't give up on it no matter what. But things had to change, if he kept going like that and kept accumulating damage and pain, he'd actually die from either accidental self-inflicted injuries or from the shock of pain. He, who was creative, resilient and intelligent, would come up with a solution eventually. But at what price, after how much suffering?

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Back with the unsplit members of the battle team, things were about to get real intense. Nagisa, their second leader, had just bolted off in order to hit the enemy with a surprise attack. For that to happen, the remaining members had to distract him. But for how long? Would the battle be over too quickly for the surprise attack to work? Would the bluenette make it in time?

"For real though, what Nagisa-kun just did is really interesting." the God of Death remarked, seeming relaxed despite his dangerous aura and his intention to mess up the students in front of him.

They certainly weren't going to do small talk and try to entertain him, not with the amount of guard they put up. Though for the killer assassin, that didn't matter at all.

"Let's get this party started!"

With this simple sentence, he started the battle. Without any apparent buildup, he simply launched forward, performing a zoom attack. In just a split second, he dug his knee into Sugino's chest, forcing a cracking sound. The battle's initiation thus ended as swiftly as a gunshot.

*CRACK!*

"Ah!"

"Sugino!"

Immediately after getting hit, Tomohito dropped on his knees.

"Uwah…" he let out, short of breath and full of shock.

Looking at him, one would assume that his ribcage just broke. Luckily, that wasn't the case. It was just the built-in lightweight armor of the super gym clothes after enduring a very powerful physical shock.

Sugino was safe and only pretended to be hurt, but the attack did leave its mark. Him and the other two were shocked by the sheer speed of the God of Death.

'Ah, he's faster than even Karasuma-sensei!'

At that speed, they couldn't properly react to and dodge the attack. Karma and Kayano feared that the entire fight would be over in less than 3 seconds and that Nagisa's distraction plan would go up in smoke.

"Ah~, I shattered your ribs. Sorry, but I think this party will be a short one. How lame."

Really 'killing' it with the sarcasm, the assassin was making them anxious. If their plan failed now, then they'd all be captured and taken prisoner again, at a ludicrous pace.

The redhead, wanting to save the plan from blowing up, tried his luck to keep the fight from ending immediately. "Hey, not so hasty!"

"Hm?"

Having caught his attention, the delinquent would work to keep it as long as possible. "What good is a party that ends as soon as it starts? You mustn't have had any fun yet."

"True. Are you implying you can make this fun for me?"

"Yes!" Karma claimed, slowly regaining his composure. The more time he could buy for Nagisa, the more likely their plan would be to succeed. And the more time he could buy, the less hectic he had to be, since it'd be worth it. "With a game."

"What game?"

Sweat was building up on the redhead's forehead. This was the part where he had to present something interesting to the God of Death. Otherwise, he'd likely get zoom attacked and consequently downed, without any warning.

"Just now, you were simply too fast, like a rocket even! It's natural that you can easily take us out like this." the delinquent briefly praised the assassin, hoping it'd contribute to him listening to this talk. "But, could you also take us out with, say, 50% of your speed?"

"Interesting… You're proposing to serve as a training dummy for me?" Although his facial features weren't visible, the sadism sure was.

"If you want to put it that way…" Acting like this truly was demeaning for Karma. But for the sake of the plan, he'd accept it.

"Deal, I take it."

'Yes!' the redhead inwardly rejoiced, hoping the bluenette would use this chance to execute his secret attack. Because it wouldn't be weird if he was taken out in a few seconds despite only half the speed. It was the God of Death, after all.

"Well then, prepare yourself."

'Oh, I will.' the delinquent thought. He was aware of the dangerous nature of that man, though this "game" wasn't only a challenge for the assassin, but also for himself.

Focusing seriously, Karma prepared to dodge to the side once he'd detect the God of Death's motion. A very difficult task, but he'd take it on. His body was tense, ready to move as soon as needed.

And when the time came…

'Now!'

The redhead, anticipating where he'd get attacked, slightly bended his knees to gather a little momentum before leaping to the side.

"Woah!"

He was right about where the assassin would attack, however the assassin was too fast to let the delinquent evade unscathed.

Karma's right arm and leg were more than grazed by the God of Death. He'd been thrown off his feet and forced to land on his left leg, before kicking off the ground to stabilize himself in the air, for a few times in order to properly land on both feet. And when he landed for the last time, he wildly spun around his arms a few times to regain balance.

"Heh, you didn't even fall, not bad."

"Hahh… Hahh…"

Still with his arms outstretched, the redhead let out uneven exhales. His eyes were intense, but not widened. Because the padding was much less significant in the sleeves of the super gym clothes, his right arm and leg were hurting from the part of the attack that hit.

'Damn, he almost took me down with only half speed… Next time I might not make it. Hurry up, Nagisa!'

"Round 1… passed. Let's see how well you'll hold up with 75% speed."

'Shit.' the delinquent thought, getting back into the stance he was in a few moments back. Having already experienced the pro assassin's strength first hand, he knew it was impossible to dodge the next attack. Though if he didn't, it'd only hurt more. He just wanted to get it over with, nervously waiting for the attack.

Which came a few seconds later.

'Now!'

Not only trying to dodge like last time, Karma also made movements to block the impact. Making a low sidestep, he ventured to the side with only one knee, intending to let just this motion do the job, while keeping his arms in a cross in front of his body to not easily lose his stability like last time. Together with the other leg not significantly moving, his intention was to keep his center of gravity near the center of his body for enhanced stability.

It was a good idea overall, but the God of Death, again, was too fast and powerful for the redhead to put up meaningful resistance.

"Guah!"

Hit with a strong kick targeting his torso, the delinquent was launched backwards, being swept off his feet and sent flying for 3 meters.

"Karma-kun!"

Landing roughly on his back, Karma slid backwards for another few meters, his durable clothes preventing his skin from opening up due to the strong friction.

Standing there, at the point of impact, the master assassin motionlessly watched with his arms in front of his body, almost condescendingly.

"Hehe, you look like you can still get up. Boy, you're tough, though. Apart from that Haruno kid and Terasaka-kun, you must be the only one in your class to be reasonably fine after this."

"…"

'Fine my ass.' the redhead thought, gritting his teeth. All his limbs, his back and even his neck hurt. If he didn't put great care into bending his head forward immediately before harshly landing on his back, he'd be in a whole new level of pain.

And yet, the God of Death's assessment was right. He still had the energy to get up. But for what? To stand up, only to be knocked out for good this time?

'Nagisa… Where are you?!' the delinquent thought, irritated with how late the petite boy was.

Even Karma's patience had a limit. But more than his patience, his durability and endurance were limited.

"Third time's the charm. So they say, for a reason it seems." the assassin commented, enjoying himself while waiting for the redhead to get back on his feet. "Hey, be proud of yourself, you just passed Round 2. I won't even torture you with another round and just go back to 100%, you've proven enough. The party will climax soon enough, but you did manage to make it fun."

'Gh… I certainly won't make it next time…' the delinquent thought realistically, throwing away his optimism that Nagisa would make it in time. 'Too bad… This plan's a failure.'

"Hahh… Hahh…" Karma breathed out, short of breath. "Dammit…"

Thinking he'd have time to at least blink before the third and final attack, the redhead closed his eyes.

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Haruno had found a solution.

His inability to feel the sense of touch extended to [Ougon no tomodachi], there was no cheating that. However, as his Stand was the manifestation of his spirit, the blond could order the Stand to act the way he thought.

The delinquent ordered [Ougon no tomodachi] to stand on the ground, regardless of whether it could feel the ground or not. This was just a simple task with logic behind it.

Next he commanded [Ougon no tomodachi] to lift him up by his hips, make him stand and then support him to walk. Again, this was another simple task easily achievable by following the instructions of Haruno's brain.

[Ougon no tomodachi] was now half manifested inside the blond's body, intended to serve as a stabilizer. If the delinquent imagined any movement, his Stand would do it for him, with the logical parameter being that the Stand had to keep its feet firm on the ground.

"You can't keep me down forever, Asano! Now I'm coming for you!"

"Gh…!"

Gakushuu wasn't amused. He felt annoyed with Haruno thinking he'd outsmarted him. But no, that wasn't the case. Asano still had plenty of tricks up his sleeve to hit his enemy with. And he'd use them right away to prove that he hadn't been outsmarted, and wouldn't be later on in their fight.

"Think you're so smart, huh? Wrong, Shiobana, this will backfire on you!" the orange-haired called, sharply pointing at the blind blond with his right index finger.

Under the tables on the side of the room were a few drawers. Gakushuu ran up to them and opened one, frantically gathering a lot of the material that was inside, and throwing them at the feet of the delinquent who was quickly approaching him.

To Haruno's ears, it sounded loke Asano was throwing many small but heavy, probably metallic or glassy objects at his feet. They were making dull sounds.

'Why's he only throwing those things towards my feet and not my head or body? Is it because he knows they won't hurt me anymore?' the blond wondered, using his Stand like an exoskeleton as a shield. 'Well, whatever, it's futile! At the speed I'm going, he should be in punching dis-'

Suddenly losing his balance out of nowhere, the delinquent's thoughts were rapidly interrupted.

"Wha-"

It happened in an instant. Like before he thought of using [Ougon no tomodachi] as a stability aid, he felt his consciousness plummet again. He was back on the ground, writhing in pain.

"GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A new, hellish pain started plaguing him. It came from the back of his head, meaning he fell hard on the ground with the rear of his cranium. Now with both the front and back of his head hurting deeply, his head felt like a ball of pain.

"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

'I slipped!' Haruno figured out the way he fell while in the midst of screaming.

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the orange-haired roared in laughter, pointing with one hand while holding his chest with another. "I told you it would backfire, didn't I, you slippy bastard? The floor is now full of marbles, so good luck trying to get close to me."

"…!"

Surprisingly enough, the blond felt extremely lucky hearing this. Given his level of pain, although terrible, he only hit his head on the ground. If he were to accidently land on a marble…

"Man, this is so amazing to look at!" Gakushuu cheered, feeling like a spectator at a first-class circus. "If only there were any bananas around. Seeing you slip on a fucking banana peel would truly be the best!"

"I'll peel off your foreskin like a banana!" the delinquent growled, making a really angry and hateful face.

Upon hearing this, Asano's laughter abruptly came to a halt. He cringed and felt his manhood threatened.

"Geh…" the orange-haired cringed, gritting his teeth as he felt extremely offended.

"Though perhaps it's too microscopic for me to do that, given that it's you."

A humorous take both helped Haruno calm down and refocus, as well as easing the pain. Being too furious, he knew he couldn't win like that.

"Son of a bitch…" Gakushuu reacted with pure fury, his face reddening like peperoni. "Now you've really pissed me off… Get ready for the heavier weaponry!"

Asano turned his back on the blond, opening another drawer and taking out another kind of material. He was going to use that in conjunction with a certain tool.

In the meantime, the delinquent tried getting up again. It was harsh, but thanks to [Ougon no tomodachi], he could do it quick and forcibly.

Back up and standing again, Haruno moved towards his enemy again, albeit at a slower pace. Instead of taking steps, he was sliding his feet on the ground, changing his strategy to not fall down again.

This time, the blond heard a magazine clip closing. That was beyond his expectations and made him worry.

'Wait… Is he going to use a fucking gun? That's bad… Will my defense hold against this?'

While the delinquent was sure that the bullet would be deflected because only other Stands could damage a Stand, he was concerned about losing his balance again due to the impact of the bullet throwing him off his feet.

"!"

The next second, Haruno felt a sharp, stinging pain in his right arm. That small part had not been covered by his Stand. It was the second pain below his head since the hip.

"ARGH…"

Unlike the other pains, which were blunt, this was more like a piercing pain.

"You know, Shiobana, I have access to authentic firearms with real lead bullets. I could turn you into swiss cheese if I really wanted to." the orange-haired told, half humble bragging and half coldly sadistic. "The problem is, that kind of munition kills too fast. I want you to die slowly and painfully, not quickly."

'…Damn him, he's a monster!' the blond thought, holding his arm in pain. He couldn't feel the liquidity, but he imagined the wound was bleeding profusely.

"That's why I instead decided to use a nail gun." Gakushuu informed, naming his weapon and subsequently the ammo. "You'll bleed, eventually bleeding out, but not too quickly. You'll hurt, maybe dying from the shock of pain instead of blood loss. I don't know exactly how you'll meet your end, but I certainly know that I'm going to doctor on you like a voodoo doll, and I'm going to enjoy it."

'Forget about monster, he's a devil!' the delinquent corrected himself. He thought that while the God of Death was far more dangerous, Asano was many times more deranged.

"When I'm through with you, you're going to make Jesus' fate look cute!" the orange-haired loudly called with vigor, half threatening and half excited. "You will end up looking like bad woodwork!"

'…Maybe I legitimately have to kill him.' Haruno seriously considered.

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"EEHHH?!"

'Hm?'

Those were the voices of Kayano and Sugino. Wondering why they'd suddenly make this surprised sound, Karma decided to open his eyes to check out the situation. 'What, did Nagisa finally show up?'

"Nagisa-kun!"

"Ah, you arrived at the right time!"

Hearing them, in both a surprised and excited tone, the redhead first felt relief.

'Ah, looks like I was wrong. Good thing I was.' he first sheepishly laughed it off inwardly, before sharpening his eyes after the initial blurriness following a long blink.

When the delinquent then saw what was in front of him, his eyes widened and he made a jump back in shock.

"What the…?!"

Right in front of him, Nagisa was standing on top of the legendary assassin. Literally.

The bluenette's foot was pressing down the head of that assassin. The God of Death's face was in the mud. Literally.

"Holy… What the hell just happened?" Confused like almost never before, Karma demanded answers.

Not answering him, not even looking at him, the petite boy proceeded to restrain the assassin's arms.

"Hey… No words after leaving me get clobbered by this guy?" the redhead was more than mildly annoyed.

"Karma-kun"

"What?"

He turned his head towards Kaede and Tomohito.

"You should've seen what Nagisa-kun just did!"

"It was so unexpected!"

'Are you also fucking with me?' The delinquent didn't find this funny at all. First he does the undesirable physical labor, then he misses the epic moment everyone's beaming for. 'Nagisa, I'm never covering for you again.'

"You see, Nagisa-kun just came out of nowhere from behind, dropkicked him in the back of the head, then did a 360 in midair and axe kicked his face into the ground." Sugino told, his voice filled to the brim with awe.

"Wait, really?" Karma's eyes widened. He promptly changed his mind. Okay, that was badass, maybe the distraction job was worth it.

"Yeah!"

"Damn."

Ignoring their little exchange, Nagisa only paid attention to the important matter at hand. He put the God of Death into an especially hard to escape arm lock, devised by the Japanese Self Defense Forces and taught to him by Karasuma.

"Game over, 'God of Death'. We won." the bluenette politely but firmly told, his voice low in volume but as firm as his grip. "I demand you to release all of us."

"Pffff… Hahahah… Fufufufufu…" the restrained assassin laughed in a low tone, slightly turning his head so that it was facing sideways and was no longer kissing the dirt. "How can this game end before he arrives?"

Knowing who he was referring to, the petite boy shook his head. "I just told you, we won. You lost. If you're defeated by us, then you don't have what it takes to battle Korosensei."

"I don't know… Your Korosensei surely isn't as deadly quiet as you, nor can he conceal his presence as gifted as you can." the God of Death argued, trying to make a case. "That begs the question… How did you manage to make absolutely no sound whatsoever? How come despite my superhuman ears, I couldn't hear anything? ZERO decibels from you, isn't this strange?"

Upon hearing this, Nagisa's eyes slightly widened. The assassin couldn't see it, but his facial expression visibly tensed a lot.

'Uh oh… Is he suspecting that I have a Stand power? Is he onto me?'

"Zero decibels? Surely you're exaggerating. That's nonsense." the bluenette tried to play dumb. "Plus, I've ALWAYS been a quiet person. Thanks to Korosensei's and Karasuma-sensei's training, I've just managed to become even more quiet. It's just my talent, I guess."

"Talent, huh…" the God of Death muttered under his breath with a stifled laugh. "Let's see how talented you really are, Mr. prodigy."

The next moment, a pair of legs entered the petite boy's vision. They were brown and gave off a nasty feeling.

"…!"

Nagisa didn't need to look up to see whose legs they were. Additionally, he didn't want to look up, since the appearance and vibe of that entity alone sent shivers down his spine.

'Holy shit, holy shit, what will I do, what will I do…?!' he panicked inside, scared shitless of it. He didn't know about its powers, but expected them to be very powerful and dangerous.

In the corner of his eyes, the bluenette saw a faint movement. Extremely wary of being attacked, he decided to slowly and steadily lift his head, but only to the point where the upper end of his vision would reach its neck. That way the petite boy could observe all its movements, but could avoid looking into those empty void eyes.

While waiting for the coming attack, Nagisa tried to act oblivious as well as he could, wanting to conceal being a Stand user from the enemy Stand user. He tried to move as little as possible, not making any shakes of fear, and tried to minimize his sweating.

'He's just bluffing, isn't he…?'

That's what he thought, until he saw [Apocalypse horseman] lift its hand up in the air, preparing for a blow. This in itself wasn't the real danger, though, the bluenette only really felt the danger when he saw a foul, deadly aura building up around its hand.

Reacting accordingly, the petite boy readied his legs and loosened his grip, preparing to jump away and avoid the strike for when the time was right.

When [Apocalypse horseman] finally seemed like it was going in for the attack, Nagisa instantly bailed, removing himself from the vicinity.

"Nagisa-kun?!" his friends reacted to the bluenette suddenly jumping away from the now freed master assassin for apparently no reason.

Though the petite boy had a very good reason to do so. Back on his feet after saving himself, he saw the aftermath of the enemy Stand's attack. From where the dangerous aura of [Apocalypse horseman] hit, a dark brown cloud briefly rose from a small crater before it disintegrated.

And it was obvious to Nagisa that the crater came to be because of that aura. It somehow erased a chunk of the ground.

'…I would have died if I didn't dodge!' the bluenette realized in shock, his eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, the God of Death also stood back up again, a bit dirtied and roughed up in appearance due to the petite boy's earlier surprise attack, but still as dangerous as ever.

"Wow, you seem to have some talent in acting. Could have fooled me with only your outward appearance. Your fast reaction also must be another talent of yours." the assassin praised, sounding genuine but also menacing. "But the moment I manifested my Stand, I instantly felt your pulse getting much higher, through only the skin contact you made while restraining me."

'So that's how he realized.' Nagisa figured, no longer hiding his agitation.

"But who could blame you, I myself wouldn't exactly stay calm when facing [Apocalypse horseman]."

"Everyone!" the bluenette shouted with notable distress in his voice, intending to draw the attention of his teammates towards him. Which they all did within a fraction of a second.

As the leader, it was his duty to protect the others. Which is why he made the following statement.

"That guy, he's a Stand user like Haruno-kun and me. But compared to ours, his Stand power is infinitely more deadly. It hurts me to say this, but we don't have a chance against his monster of a Stand. If we resist any further, we'll die, so surrendering is for the best."

"Eeeeeeh?!" the others reacted in total disbelief at the revelation of this already monstrous legendary assassin to be a superpower user. Now that they knew this, any hope of winning was gone.

"Smart boy." the God of Death smiled, crossing his arms in victory. "What Nagisa-kun said is completely true. If you want to survive, obediently follow me and don't do anything funny."

The petite boy sent a sorry glance to his friends, taking responsibility for the struggle to end up in utter failure. Not that they blamed him anyway, as he'd done his best.

Their side hadn't completely lost yet, since Haruno was still battling Gakushuu. Though whatever the outcome of this battle would be, they'd find out later. For now, it was over.

And, that's it. Sorry if this is less than you expected, especially after such a long wait. But it'd be bad pacing if I started and ended Giorno's fight in the same chapter. The conclusion will be in the chapter following the next chapter. Though sorry to disappoint you, that chapter is going to come out in the second half of this year. As I'm writing this line and publishing the chapter, it's mid-February. Beginning on March, I'm going to start an internship, which is mandatory for my university studies. I'm going to have even less free time than usually. Plus, before publishing the next chapter of this fanfic, I'll update the next chapter of my other story.

All this negative talk aside, I really hope you liked this chapter.

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