JOJO: A bizarre adventure that begins with Demon Slayer

Jotaro also breathed a sigh of relief after defeating the boss. In his opinion, fighting a substitute messenger is more difficult than fighting an evil ghost.

Each substitute has different abilities, and even Platinum Star is not easy to deal with. Moreover, the substitute messenger will choose the fighting method that is most beneficial to him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." It's really not good news that there are substitute messengers in this world.

"JO Taro-san." Butterfly Ninja came over and called softly. Everything she saw today opened her eyes. She had never thought that there was such a group of people in the world who could unleash such powerful power without a sharp blade.

During the battle with the stand-in user, she deeply realized that this was a force that should not be underestimated. Originally, she just regarded Jotaro as a strange person that the lord wanted to search for, and did not pay too much attention to it. Because this power cannot directly kill evil spirits.

But when she was forced into a desperate situation by the substitute's ability, she really looked at this power from the front for the first time. If it hadn't been for Jotaro, she might have been pierced through the neck by that terrible rat. After all, no one could have imagined that a dead rat could come back to life to launch such a swift and violent attack.

"It seems that he is no longer capable of doing evil." The Butterfly Ninja looked at the miserable hotel owner lying on the ground and said with a smile, "But the ability called the Stand is really dangerous. This is the first time I have seen such a person. fighting."

"JO Taro-san, can you tell me more about the substitute? I'm very interested." She raised her fair neck, her violet-colored pupils full of curiosity.

"In my opinion, a stand is a powerful image that is generated based on the soul and maintained by the power of life." Jotaro said calmly.

Is this gone? Butterfly Shinobi blinked his moving eyes and looked at Jotaro helplessly.

"Even I don't know what a Stand is. This is just my personal understanding of a Stand." Jotaro didn't lie. Although he has used a Stand for decades and fought many Stand users, he still doesn't know what a Stand is. Can't figure it out.

Where did the stand-in come from? This kind of question is also what he wants to figure out.

"Okay." Butterfly Ninja pondered for a moment and said, "Then let me change the question. When did you know that you had the ability to stand in? How did you awaken your ability to stand in?"

"I awakened as a substitute when I was seventeen years old. As for gaining the ability to be a substitute, as far as I know, this is only possible if I am shot by a substitute's arrow."

"Replacement Arrow?"

"It's an arrow that can awaken a person's substitute. Those who are hit by the arrow have a chance of awakening the substitute ability."

"JO Taro-san, do you know where the arrow is? It would be bad if Kibutsuji Muzan got such a thing."

Jotaro shook his head: "Maybe such a thing doesn't exist in this world at all."

"What do you mean?" Butterfly Ninja thought that Jotaro had reservations and said dissatisfiedly, "Jotaro-san, you have also seen that the innkeeper also has the same substitute ability as you. I hope you can tell me."

"There are also natural substitute messengers in this world. I think he is one such person."

The dead tree has followed the boss from the moment he was born. It's just that the ability to revive dead trees has never been activated. Because there is only one way to activate the ability of dead trees to bloom, and that is death!

"Then how did you awaken your ability? You said that you were a Stand who awakened when you were seventeen years old. It seems that you are not a natural Stand User." Butterfly Ninja continued to ask.

After hearing this question, Jotaro raised his head and his thoughts drifted into the distance. Everything in the past appeared in his mind like a marquee. That trip to Egypt was a memory he could never forget.

He didn't wake up until he reached into his pocket. It turned out that the photo I had looked at countless times had long since disappeared.

"JO Taro-san! JO Taro-san!" The Butterfly Ninja stood on tiptoes and dangled his hands in front of Jotaro. Even so, her hand didn't reach Jotaro's chin level.

Jotaro came back to his senses, hid those emotions in his heart, looked at the petite girl in front of him and said, "Maybe, that was fate."

The Butterfly Ninja came out of the house and kicked the small rocks in front of him glumly. A character like Jotaro was the last thing she wanted to associate with.

"In the end, I still didn't get any useful information at all." She muttered in a low voice, and passed everything about today to her product Fu Yaozai through Diyao Yao.

"JO Taro-san, let's leave quickly and leave this place to the Demon Slayer Corps' logistics department." Butterfly Ninja shouted towards the room.

Jotaro gathered his thoughts and walked out with vigorous steps. He also had a lot of questions in his mind about substitutes, the so-called goddess, jewelry, and Ghost King Wuhan.

"Let's go to the town in front of us to rest for a while." Butterfly Ninja pointed to the town in front of her and said, rushing all night, even if she was a pillar, it would be a bit overwhelming.

The town in front of him was much smaller than the town Jotaro lived in before. There were many beggars and thin people on the road. It seemed that the economy of this town was not very good.

Butterfly Ninja was already used to such scenes, so he didn't pay too much attention to these passers-by, but found a restaurant on a familiar road.

"JO Taro-san! Do you want to come and have something to eat?" Butterfly Ninja waved towards Jotaro, "The pickles here are very good."

Jotaro came over and said calmly: "I don't eat pickles."

"Ah, that's really a pity!" Butterfly Ninja said with a smile.

Jotaro ignored him, ordered a few random things, and sat on the bench in front of the store to wait.

Just as he was looking at the sky doing nothing, a girl covered in dirt ran into his arms.

The girl's face was full of panic, and she quickly reached out her hand to wipe away the dirt stuck to Jotaro's body. Although there are many poor people in this town, there are also many rich people. What these rich people despise most are these beggars covered in dirt. If these beggars accidentally soil their clothes, they will definitely fight.

Jotaro took a look at the girl. There was a lot of mud on the girl's hair that had caked into clumps, and the drooping hair blocked most of her face.

She was half-clothed, dirty, and had a pungent smell.

Of course, this is for Jotaro, and for those rich people, it is a stench.

"You beggar, don't stop me from doing business." The boss prepared Jotaro's meal, took it out, and said loudly while looking at the beggar in front of him.

Beggars all smell. If this affects the appetite of customers, it will be a loss for his business.

The girl looked at the steaming food on the plate and swallowed involuntarily.

Jotaro took the girl's hand away from wiping her clothes and raised her other hand.

The girl closed her eyes. She had bumped into other people before. With such an action, she knew that he was preparing to teach her a lesson.

She was prepared, but the slap she imagined never came. She slowly opened one eye and took a sneak peek. In front of her was Jotaro's big, strong hand, and the fragrant rice ball in his hand.

The girl looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Eat!" Jotaro whispered.

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the expressionless face in front of her, feeling at a loss for a moment.

Jotaro put the rice ball into the girl's hand without paying much attention, and sat aside to eat.

"What are you still doing here?" the store manager yelled, "You met a good person today, quickly take your things and leave!"

Only then did the girl react, put the rice ball in her arms and ran out.