Bucciarati looked at Giorno in disbelief.
"Besides becoming a gang-star, I, Giorno Giovanna, also want to save Italy."
"What I saw today on Valedi Street, I don't want it to happen a second time!" Giorno said loudly, "I want to become a gang-star and protect Italy!"
Bucciarati's blue eyes reflected Giorno's image. He said in surprise, "Then why did you choose me?"
Giorno lowered his eyes and smiled, then looked up at him and said, "Because you are a good person, you are a good gangster. I see all these things clearly."
Bucciarati: "!"
"Starting with the Prison explosion this morning, followed by multiple car crashes at noon, and the Valedi shooting that just happened, all were the work of gangs. In this chaotic time, I know this is the best time to move against your organization's Boss!"
"!"
Giorno leaned against the railing, the whistling wind of Naples in his ears. He said, "Although I've never had any contact with gangs, I know that since the Prison explosion this morning, all the gangs in Naples have become restless. Some are searching for some property, while others are hunting people on Valedi Street."
Giorno told Bucciarati all his observations and deductions about the gangs from just a few hours. Bucciarati could hardly believe that such a young child could analyze the current state of the gangs so thoroughly based on mere clues.
"How did you know I was a good person?" Bucciarati asked him, even though he saw Giorno had the upper hand.
"Because after noon today, many gang members were preparing firearms, but you went to the sewers to help an old lady find her drug-addicted son," Giorno said seriously.
"The look in your eyes when you saw that fifteen-year-old boy addicted to drugs made me certain you are a good person.
"And you also picked up a man from the sewers, and that man also possessed a Stand. This made me realize that you know about the existence of Stands, and you are also trying to find a way to deal with that escaping team."
"Are you following me?"
"No, I was just curious. As an influential gangster in Naples, you completely disregarded what was happening with the gang, so I was just very curious."
"Giorno!" Bucciarati shouted his name loudly, "I want to become a gang-star! I want to change this Italy. I hope you can become my partner!"
Bucciarati stared at Giorno's emerald eyes in shock. After a long silence, he clearly felt something welling up from deep within him—it was the spring of courage!
This was a great opportunity to overthrow the Boss! The scales, which had been wavering between loyalty to the Boss and disgust for drugs, had now clearly tipped to one side.
Giorno Giovanna is truly an amazing person... "Alright then, Giorno," Bucciarati said after a moment of silence, shouting Giorno's name loudly, and then slowly added, "To change and protect Italy, I hope you won't forget."
Giorno smiled, "Of course! I, Giorno Giovanna, will become a gang-star!"
On the coast of Naples, the azure sky merged with the cerulean sea, gradually erasing their only dividing line. The abnormally conceived gang of this country began to unravel a boiling corner, feeling the pangs of revolution. They were still unaware that the dawn of the future was slowly rising on a small observation deck in Naples, where two young men exchanged a smile.
"Bucciarati!" Fugo shouted loudly, "You found another kid! After that homeless man!"
"Hey, who are you calling homeless!"
Even Abbacchio frowned this time. Bringing a teenager into the gang was truly a disgrace to the gang; it was even more shameful than that homeless man who ordered strawberry cake. (Mista: I'm not a homeless man!)
"Don't underestimate Giorno, he is a Stand User," Bucciarati said seriously.
"Huh? This guy looks even younger than me!" Narancia said.
"Are Stand Users so easy to find these days?" Fugo exclaimed, "Has Naples become a city where everyone is a Stand User?"
"By the way, Giorno," Bucciarati suddenly asked, as if he had remembered something, "You just said you just awakened your Stand?"
"Hm? Were you also accidentally pricked by an arrow?" Narancia asked curiously, "Didn't the arrow end up in Johnson Joffrey's hands? Polpo's one."
"Arrow?" Giorno frowned, looking confused, and said, "What is that?"
"When I was on Valedi Street, I suddenly gained an ability. I think it should be a self-preservation reaction. Actually, I don't even know how to use it exactly. It can probably create life? I used it to create a tree and avoided the opponent's low-temperature attack."
"Is that so?"
Giorno looked at Bucciarati deep in thought and also felt that he had been very strange lately: his sudden change in hair color, his sudden acquisition of abilities, and the powerful team he encountered on Valedi Street... "Never mind that for now, the matter of Stands and arrows is not the top priority. Giorno, you don't have much time, we're going to fight soon. You must familiarize yourself with the abilities of your Gold Experience!" Bucciarati said, "My current goal is to deal with the Assassination Team. All future battles will be battles between Stand Users!"
"Time is running out, there's no way to find more partners. We need to formulate a plan to deal with the Assassination Team now."
Bucciarati pulled out several photos from his briefcase and placed them on the table. The photos were of the members of the Assassination Team; their appearances were once one of the organization's top secrets.
"Among us, Giorno and Mista have already seen them. We know of one ability—lowering temperature; I suspect it's his ability." Bucciarati accurately pointed to a man with short blue curly hair: "Ghiaccio."
"Besides him, our team has another special piece of intelligence, and that is him." Bucciarati placed his finger on the photo of a blonde, red-eyed teenager. Giorno's pupils uncontrollably dilated the moment he saw it.
"Is that him?"
"Johnson Joffrey. He is the nephew of this Assassination Team's leader. Someone got his flight data from the United States to Italy. He arrived in Italy on March 16th, which was yesterday."
"This information about him was passed to us by Mista."
Hearing this, Mista clicked his tongue and turned his face away, still seemingly unwilling to admit that Johnson Joffrey was actually a major villain in a gang conflict.
"I initially thought his ability was explosions, but based on his brief interaction with Mista, it now appears he might possess some ability to extract energy or vitality for healing," Bucciarati analyzed. "Furthermore, he possesses the arrow that Polpo originally used to test those joining the organization."
"This puts us at a great disadvantage. If they temporarily create Stand Users, that would be too dangerous."
Giorno listened to Bucciarati's intelligence analysis, which suddenly startled him. He looked down at the secretly taken photo of that man entering the Prison to see Polpo, and his heart tightened. Could my Stand awakening and my hair turning gold be related to him?
Bucciarati lifted his index finger from Johnson Joffrey's photo, but Giorno couldn't help but keep his gaze on that photo. Then, he suddenly saw… "Bucciarati!" Giorno shouted.
"What is it?"
Everyone's gaze focused on Johnson Joffrey's photo.
"On his neck…" Giorno spoke distractedly, his trembling hand pointing at the photo… This photo was taken from above the Prison. In the photo, Johnson Joffrey was walking into the Prison, his head slightly bowed as he listened to a Prison Guard speak, revealing the left side of his neck. There was exactly… "A star mark?" Narancia, with his sharp eyes, noticed it. "Is it a tattoo?"
"The photo is so blurry, I can't see it clearly," Fugo said. "Are you sure it's there? We'd need a magnifying glass to see it."
"Yes, it's really there, Mista, take a look!" Narancia loudly told Mista.
Mista glanced at it and said carelessly, "I know. When he and I were in the sewers, he took off his shirt. I saw it, he does have one. What's wrong, Giorno?"
Giorno was silent for a moment, then quietly unbuttoned his shirt, turned his head to the side, and pulled open his top. Inside was clearly a star mark!
Mista's eyes widened in surprise, "Hey, yours is exactly the same as Johnson's!"
"!"
Everyone's eyes widened. Narancia's jaw dropped in surprise.
"Hey, what's going on with you? Why is it exactly the same as his!" Narancia asked.
"I don't know," Giorno said honestly, with a hint of frustration in his tone.
Everyone fell silent. Just as they couldn't find an explanation for this, Mista said, "Perhaps it's just a coincidence."
Everyone nodded. He then continued, "I only glanced at it at the time. With you bringing it up like this, I'm not even sure if his is exactly the same as yours anymore."
Narancia cupped his right hand to his mouth, looked at the photo, then at Giorno, and fell into 'thought'.
They couldn't stay stuck on this topic, so Bucciarati said, "Let's not talk about…"
"I know!" Narancia suddenly clapped his hands together, interrupting Bucciarati. He seemed extremely excited, "I know! I know!"
"What do you know?" Fugo asked impatiently.
Narancia lowered his voice, a smug smile on his face, and said mysteriously, "Johnson Joffrey and Giorno must be long-lost brothers!"
"..."
"..."
Fugo suddenly flared up, grabbing Narancia by the collar and lifting him up. "What the hell are you doing, you brat? Is this really the f***ing time for jokes?"
"Ah! Do you want to fight, Fugo!" Narancia broke free from Fugo and continued his 'deduction'. "Can't you guys use your brains?"
"Giorno Giovanna's name starts with GIOGIO, and Johnson Joffrey's initials are JOJO. The pronunciation of JOJO in English is exactly the same as GIOGIO in italian."
"So GIOGIO = JOJO! And Johnson has blonde hair, and Giorno also has blonde hair!"
"Therefore, Giorno = Johnson Joffrey!"
"How about that? A complete deduction, right?"
Johnson Giorno being established means I really am a great logician!
"..."
Fugo was silent for a long time, not saying a word. He seemed to have given up on Narancia, and everyone looked at Narancia with the same expression they would give to an idiot.
Bucciarati sighed gently and said, "Sit down, Narancia."
"I'm truly sorry, Narancia," Giorno said. "My mother only has me as her child."
Mista said with a wry smile, "Johnson is Risotto Nero's nephew and has no relation to Giorno whatsoever. Besides, Giorno is italian, and Johnson is American. By your logic, Giorno would also be Risotto's nephew, wouldn't he?"
"Eh?! Is that so?!" Narancia exclaimed dramatically, "Giorno, your uncle is Risotto!"
"..."
Facing such a Narancia, Fugo didn't know where to put his temper. Ah, he really wanted to bash his head in!
Giorno was expressionless. He looked at the photo of Johnson Joffrey, silently pulled out his wallet, saw the man in the photo, then looked at Johnson's photo again, and was struck by Narancia's words.
"Bucciarati, I'm going to leave for a bit."
"Is something wrong, Giorno?"
"I want to call my mother."
"Is that so? There's a phone booth outside."
After Giorno nodded, he went to the phone booth. His finger hesitated on the keypad for a long time, then he dialed the number he knew by heart but rarely called.
"Beep—"
The phone often rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hello!" A woman's slightly hoarse voice, as if she had been singing for too long. Her side was always extremely noisy. "Who is it?"
"...It's Haruno."
"Ah, it's Haruno."
It was very noisy on the other end. Someone shouted in Japanese, "Ri-chan, who are you talking to?!"
"My neighbor's kid!" The woman said, laughing to her friend.
Then, he immediately changed his tone and said to Giorno on the phone, "I'm very busy here and don't have time to talk to you. Go find your father first."
"Wait, I wanted to ask about my father!"
The other side was silent for a while again, then said, "I don't remember, it's been too long. These aren't questions a child like you should be asking!"
——
Let's sort out the timeline.
On the morning of March 13th, he chatted with Jotaro for a while, went home to find his mother, met a fortune teller, went home again to fight Tang En, and awakened his Stand.
March 14th was spent recuperating.
March 15th was spent recuperating, and Risotto arrived in America.
On the morning of March 16th, he returned to Italy, received the human tissue samples at noon, then went to meet all members of the Assassination Team, and spent the afternoon researching his Stand.
On the morning of March 17th, he blew up Polpo, met Mista in the sewers, returned home and rebelled from the organization, encountered a traffic ambush at noon, then encountered a shooting on Valedi Street, and exchanged glances with Giorno.
The above is the entire timeline of this book.