𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ≽⁺ Kakyoin Noriaki

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The group found themselves in India, and despite Avdol's reassurances that the country was rich with beauty and culture, their first experiences were, to put it lightly, chaotic. Sacred cows roamed freely, often causing strange problems—whether it was taxi drivers being forced to stop and wait for a cow to finish its midday nap in the middle of the road or an unfortunate misstep into fresh cow dung. The mix of vibrant colors, strong spices, and the amount of people created an atmosphere that most of them weren't quite accustomed to. 

"India is unlike any other place in the world," Avdol said, noticing the wary expressions on his companions' faces. "Once you get used to its unique aspects, you'll come to see its true beauty." 

Evelyn, still somewhat breathless from trying to navigate through a particularly dense crowd, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I don't know, Avdol," she said, half-laughing. "Getting used to almost getting trampled every five minutes might take a while." 

Joseph chuckled at that, shaking his head as he adjusted his hat. Meanwhile, Kakyoin patted down his pockets, only to pause, his brows knitting together. 

"My wallet—" he started, his eyes darting around in alarm. 

Evelyn smirked and held up the missing wallet, tossing it to him. "Relax. I caught the guy before he could run off with it." 

Kakyoin let out a breath of relief as he caught it. "You're a lifesaver," he said, offering her a grateful nod. 

"Yeah, yeah," Evelyn waved him off. "Just buy me a drink later." 

Soon, they made their way to a small restaurant, their stomachs grumbling from the long journey. As they settled in, Polnareff glanced at the menu briefly before standing. "I'll be right back," he said. "Evelyn, order something good for me, will you?" 

She gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared toward the restroom. 

As they waited, the group chatted, sipping on cold drinks and taking in the unfamiliarity of the local dishes. But their moment of peace was abruptly shattered when Polnareff burst out of the bathroom, his face twisted in alarm. 

"Stand! Where's the user?! Who is it?!" he shouted, his eyes darting wildly around the restaurant. 

The Crusaders' eyes immediately snapped to him, and their bodies grew tense and ready for action. 

"Polnareff, what the hell is going on?" Joseph demanded. 

Polnareff's hands form into tight fists. "He is finally here. Jotaro, the Stand user you heard about. The one that uses mirrors is here! The bastard that killed my little sister!" He exclaimed. 

A heavy silence fell over the group. Evelyn's breath caught in her throat. 

Polnareff turned to Joseph, his gaze unwavering. "Mr. Joestar, I'll be traveling on my own from here." 

Joseph's brows furrowed. "Polnareff, don't be reckless. You can't take this guy on alone."  

"You'll go out for wool, only to come home shorn," Avdol warned, his voice firm. 

Polnareff scoffed. "Spare me the proverbs, Avdol," he shot back. "This is my fight. I don't expect you to understand." 

Avdol's eyes flared with frustration. "You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment! You'll only get yourself killed!" 

The argument escalated quickly. Polnareff, unwilling to back down, even went as far as to mock Avdol's past encounter with DIO. The insult struck deep, and Avdol's restraint finally snapped—he stepped forward, ready to strike.