My The Hand is invincible, even Brother trembles just thinking about it! Okuyasu thought, then extended his right arm and swiped forward—
"Thump—"
Space began to tremble with the swing of Okuyasu's arm—
Mista showed a surprised expression. Before he could properly ponder, the distance between him and Okuyasu suddenly changed—
It got closer.
But—
"Ah!!"
Okuyasu clutched his right shoulder and screamed. Mista's bullet had completely hit his left shoulder.
"Is this guy an idiot?" Mista showed a surprised expression. No. 1 appeared in front of him and said, "Yes! This guy didn't dodge at all!"
"Ugh, you actually shot me?!" Okuyasu yelled, clutching his arm, then said, "I will never forgive you."
Mista quickly retreated several steps—
Mista's surprise wasn't that he could hit him, but why didn't he dodge?
Normally, it shouldn't be like this; I use Sex Pistols, and the enemy laughs and blocks it directly with his Stand. But in reality, when I use Sex Pistols, I manipulate the bullets with the spirits for a second attack, right?
"A direct hit, that's quite unexpected..." Mista mused.
And that ability just now that instantly pulled me in was also very strange—
He couldn't fantasize about hitting him a second time. That ability of his that could pull people closer was also very strange—
"The Hand!!"
Okuyasu used his ability again. The Hand, his Stand, distorted the surrounding space—
"This ability?" Mista was startled, but he had already been pulled closer by Okuyasu—
"Use The Hand one more time, and you'll be completely erased by me!!" Okuyasu laughed, then raised his right hand high. His right palm glowed with a blue, flame-like eerie light—
Mista frowned slightly, then grabbed his raised right arm. Using his body as leverage, he stepped onto Okuyasu's face. Okuyasu instantly lost his vision and could only flail his right hand. Mista used the momentum to leap high, performing a backflip in mid-air—
"Only the right hand can erase space."
At the same time, he rapidly pulled the trigger, and *bang bang* two bullets shot out with a flash of light—
"Bang bang!!"
His NO.2 and NO.3, carrying powerful bullets, rushed towards Okuyasu—
"So fast!" Okuyasu's eyes widened, "But you're in the air now. My The Hand will definitely be able to erase half of your body—"
"The Hand!!" His movement had just begun to swing down—
But the speed of his The Hand was simply too slow; in the original work, it couldn't even defend against two flowerpots—
Okuyasu quickly tried to use his The Hand to erase the existence of his [Sex Pistols], but found it useless—
The Sex Pistols suddenly changed position the moment they touched him—
"Sex Pistols!!"
"What's going on?!"
"This idiot." Mista finally landed safely from the air, "He still hasn't realized my ability. What an ordinary high schooler."
"But—"
Mista stood on the opposite wall, raising The Hand holding the pistol, aiming the dark muzzle at Okuyasu, and said in a deep voice:
"I've seen your ability clearly now. It's erasing space, right?"
"It is indeed a very powerful Stand, but what truly makes a Stand User powerful isn't the Stand itself, but the User—"
At least no one would have thought, a person's face suddenly appeared in his mind, at least no one would have thought that a purely defensive Stand like Reversed Hierophant could defeat Diavolo.
"Today I'll teach you this truth."
Okuyasu listened to Mista's words, still searching for his vanished bullets—
"Yee-ha!!"
Two Sex Pistols suddenly appeared, directly hitting Okuyasu's right hand and breaking it—
"I'm going to teach you a lesson today. If this were Italy, I would have already taken your life."
As everyone knows, Okuyasu's Stand Ability is to see Stands—no, to erase space—but his speed is quite slow, and he is quite foolish. In the original story, he couldn't even block three flowerpots.
"Ouch!!" Okuyasu looked at his right hand, covering it as he fell to the ground—
"It hurts so much!!" He clutched his arm, writhing.
"Tsk, just an ordinary high school student," Mista shook his gun, from which gray gunpowder smoke emanated.
"It's you again," a familiar voice came from around the corner where Mista and Okuyasu were fighting.
Mista turned his head and, sure enough, saw the familiar young man—Higashikata Josuke. Mista raised an eyebrow, a little displeased. He and Higashikata Josuke had met twice: once when he beat up Kobayashi Tamami, and another time with Jotaro at the Morioh Grand Hotel.
Higashikata Josuke frowned, looking at Okuyasu, who was lying on the ground—
"You're assaulting ordinary Morioh residents again? And you even fired a gun?!"
Koichi was astonished to see the gun in Mista's hand, too scared to speak. "That's a real gun… How terrifying!!"
Before Mista could say a word, Koichi immediately dropped his satchel and raised his hands.
"This is too much!" Higashikata Josuke was furious. "No matter what someone does to you, you can't just shoot them!"
"Sure enough, these guys are the terrorists from the Italian gang riot a few months ago?!" Koichi stammered, choked up.
"What are you guys talking about?!" Mista looked angry and confused, wanting to gesture to explain, but he was holding a gun—
"Ah, ah, ah, I knew it!" Koichi cried, tears streaming down his face, and shouted, "He's going to kill us to silence us!"
Mista: "???"
Higashikata Josuke directly charged at Mista. Koichi couldn't stop him. "Don't go, Josuke!"
Josuke threw down his satchel, his target not Mista but Okuyasu beside him. He pressed down on the writhing Okuyasu and said—
"Don't move yet! I'm going to heal you now."
"Crazy Diamond!!"
The blue Stand reappeared behind Josuke. Mista pulled the trigger, aiming at his head—
"You cow-dung head, stop! If you heal my enemy, you are my enemy!!"
Upon hearing this, Josuke suddenly froze, as if electrocuted, and blue flames ignited all over his body. He slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly flickering with blue-violet light—
"You, what did you just say about my hairstyle?!"