Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He didn't even have the energy to play a prank, let alone fight.

"The long-awaited ripples!"

Joseph took a deep breath, and his eyes narrowed.

Golden lightning flashed between his eyebrows.

'Is she already this weak?'

Feeling the barely perceptible ripples, Joseph felt a sense of helplessness.

This is truly the lowest in history.

He even felt that the ripples he could generate now were probably not as strong as when he was five years old.

At that time, he was already able to use the power of ripples to amplify himself and secretly peek at the aunt next door.

Tsk, looking back now, I realize how bad my taste was back then.

"Mr. Joseph! What's going on here?!"

The doctor standing by the bed said in a panic.

Although he was just an ordinary person, as one of Joseph's most trusted people, he still had some understanding of Ripple and Stands.

He knew very well that forcibly extracting Ripple from Joseph's current physical condition would be tantamount to suicide.

That's right, it's exploitation.

Joseph's body had aged considerably.

The result of not using Ripple for so many years is that there is no Ripple left in his body.

If Joseph had practiced Ripple occasionally over the years, or even maintained a minimum level of Ripple breathing, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

But Joseph did not regret it.

What could be more romantic than growing old with the one you love?

With a grin, Joseph felt his head clear up considerably.

Compared to his previous muddled state, he is now the one who truly bears the name of Joestar.

Ripples were extracted from Joseph's body, and golden light quickly covered his entire body.

Should we say that Joseph truly deserves to be called a born Ripple user?

Even after years of neglect, he quickly regained his former feeling.

In terms of breathing technique proficiency alone, he is now no less skilled than that young lad back then.

Nourished by the ripples, Joseph's face gradually became younger.

But the doctor standing nearby was anything but happy.

The machine in the room that monitors Joseph's physical condition keeps sounding alarms.

The piercing alarm revealed a bloody reality.

Joseph was overdrawing on what little life he had left.

Biting her lip tightly, the doctor tried to hold back her tears.

Having followed Joseph for so many years, their relationship had long since transcended a simple employer-employee relationship.

Countless people tried to bribe him to poison Joseph, but he refused without hesitation.

He would not harm the person he respects most.

"Do not be sad."

Turning to look at the doctor, Joseph offered words of comfort:

“I, Joseph Joestar, am a descendant of the Joestar family.”

What's the point of dying a pathetic death in a hospital bed?

"To shine brightly at the end of my life, that would be the best ending for me."

Joseph's life, in its entirety, is like an epic tale of heroism.

In his youth, he fought against the Pillar Man from ten thousand years ago, carrying the expectations of his friends, and defeated an enemy that was theoretically impossible to defeat.

Decades later, for the sake of his daughter, he resolutely embarked on a journey to Egypt.

Together with his companions, they defeated the vampires who had been entangled with the Joestar family for hundreds of years.

This brilliant life should not end in dying of old age in a hospital bed.

Now, Joseph is writing the final chapter of his own life!

"Mr. Joseph..."

The doctor standing by the bed wiped his eyes haphazardly.

He wanted to witness this moment properly.

How can the fall of a hero be without witnesses?

“Da da da da da da da da!!!”

The alarm clock on Joseph's bedside table spun wildly, emitting a piercing sound.

The streets outside the window were in complete chaos.

Countless people are traveling around, unable to comprehend what is happening in the world.

Panic spread among the crowd.

But none of this had anything to do with the two people in the room.

"Oooo!"

Joseph let out a low growl, and purple vines quietly wrapped around his palm.

"Please, Hermit's Purple!"

"Respond to my expectations!"

Joseph raised his right hand high, his eyes gleaming.

At that moment, he was like a lion on the grassland.

No one associated him with that frail old man lying in the hospital bed anymore.

Seemingly having truly heard Joseph's words, the writhing Hermit Purple seemed to be stimulated.

The purple vines writhed restlessly, as if searching for something.

A few seconds later, one of the vines suddenly pointed in one direction.

The remaining vines immediately surged out along with it.

As the doctor stared wide-eyed, the front of the Hermit's Purple disappeared into the void.

"here we go."

Joseph, who had sat up at some point, grinned and stared intently at the air in front of him.

He knew he was close to success.

From the argument with Caesar, all the little things that had happened over the years flashed through his mind.

Countless battles, and those unforgettable friends.

Joseph's eyes gradually reddened.

How could I possibly forget these things!

Go! Carry my hopes!

At that moment, the light emanating from Joseph's ripples illuminated the entire room.

The doctor by the bedside could no longer hold back his tears.

"Mr. Joseph."

When the light faded, Joseph lay quietly on the bed with a serene smile on his lips.

He looked as if he had just taken a short nap.

It seemed that if you called out to him, he would sit up in bed, touching his head.

He complained in his distinctive tone.

But the doctors knew he would never wake up again.

"Without a doubt, you ended your life as a hero."

Covering his face, the doctor spoke with all his might.

He didn't know what Joseph wanted to do, nor did he know what the outcome would be.

But he was willing to believe that Joseph died without regrets after fulfilling his wishes.

1939, April 2.

Joseph, sitting cross-legged on the ground, glared at the buildings not far away.

That guy Caesar actually rushed in like that.

"hateful."

Slightly annoyed, Joseph scratched his head, a few traces of crimson still remaining on his face.

That was left over from when I fought with Caesar.

"Wait, what is this?!"

Just as he was about to go find Caesar, a purple vine emerged from the void and wrapped around Joseph's wrist.

Before Joseph could react, a large amount of ripples surged into his body through the purple vines.

At the same time, Joseph's memories from his later years also flooded in.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The flood of memories caused Joseph great pain, and he couldn't help but cry out.

Chapter Thirteen is Coming Soon

"JOJO! What's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing Joseph's agonizing screams, Lisa rushed out of the room.

His anxiety was palpable, but Joseph had no time to pay attention to Lisa.

What on earth is this!

Joseph clutched his head tightly, feeling like it was about to explode.

Numerous images kept playing in his mind.

The death of Caesar, the death of Avdol, the death of Iggy, the death of Kakyoin, the death of Polnareff.

There are also the deaths of Jotaro and Jolyne.

The deaths of these people became a nightmare for Joseph. Whenever the night was quiet, self-blame and pain would creep up on him, tearing at his heart.

He wasn't a man trapped by the past, but the successive departures of his companions and children were an insurmountable obstacle for this man who laughed all day long.

He knew about Josuke Higashikata's existence a long time ago, but he didn't want to get involved with the child.

Because he didn't want the child to get involved in the world of Stand users.

Unfortunately, he still awakened his Stand.

These regrets erupted all at once in the final moments of Joseph's old age, and were then arbitrarily passed on to the young Joseph.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Joseph, who had fallen to his knees, yelled and slammed his head into the snow.

Then the sound disappeared.

"JOJO!"