〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 97: I'm going home, that's all.

Roma, Italy. April 10th, 2001.

There was a kind of explosion. Chariot Requiem had just shattered. And King Crimson was holding the arrow in his hand. It was a disaster. At first glance.

"If Diavolo has found a way to seize the arrow, we must take advantage of it", (Y/N) told Giorno.

"The blood that spurted out when he cut off my arm is just matter. It's good."

His arm was intact again. He lifted his head.

"Gold Experience is ready to activate."

(Y/N) gave him a determined nod. He snapped his fingers. And ants climbed up the arrow to gnaw the wood. The arrow broke in two.

"It works!"

As if they had followed their plan while they were across the street, Bucciarati and Mista leapt into action. The shooter fired a few bullets at the downed arrow to steer it away from the enemy Stand, but a mutating human body was placed in their path and the arrow slid back to Diavolo's feet.

"A dumb Stand like yours will never match my power of prediction. You will not escape me, no matter how insignificant you are. However, Bucciarati, your team gave me cold sweats.

- Only my team, mmh?"

King Crimson had no time to react. Maybe he should have examined space-time one more time, rather than being arrogant. But razor blades came out of his throat. A sense of deja vu, no doubt.

"H-How..."

It was the whole Squadra that was there. Their souls were scattered between the bodies, but they were all present to defeat their main threat. A very faint smile appeared on (Y/N)'s lips as her men proudly stood by her side. King Crimson tried to grab the arrow, but something stopped him. Trish.

"You didn't deflect Mista's bullets..." she whispered, barely conscious. "I just softened them... Like chewing gum, they stretched out and stuck to your fist. They came back with the tension.

- You were awake...

- I too am going to overcome this destiny that I inherited. I won't run away anymore.

- The arrow is coming towards me, I am the closest!" Mista cried.

"It's all your fault, daughter... If only you had never been born... No doubt, this time... You really made me angry!!"

A punch hard in the abdomen and she was thrown backwards in bloodshed. And of course the enemy was still hanging on to her.

"You were talking about overcoming your destiny? That's it, Trish. You've overcome your past, and you're flying over their heads.

-Trish!!!" Bucciarati and (Y/N) shouted at the same time.

Luck was turning again. And not in their favor. Diavolo had bewitched Trish and pierced her mind, and him with it.

"Trish's soul is loose!" Giorno exclaimed.

(Y/N) gritted her teeth, banging her fist on the arm of her chair. She couldn't lose anyone else. She didn't want to, she'd refuse it. But to her dismay, King Crimson seized the arrow which pierced his hand.

"We have to do something Gior-"

The arrow wasn't staying in King Crimson's body, it was just going through it. And no matter how hard he tried to get it back, he was unable to hold it. The arrow fell to the ground, and (Y/N) suddenly felt dizzy. Her soul was detached from the body she occupied, she could clearly feel it. And everyone seemed to suffer the same fate. Everyone went back to their original body. Because for some reason Chariot Requiem's ​​power was slowly wearing off. As she floated above the scene, (Y/N) heard Bucciarati proudly chant,