Playing house in the anime world

After two days of intense and exciting round-the-clock battles, there was finally a glimmer of hope. The yacht that took Trish away stopped moving and the assassination team did not show up.

The quiet yacht really looks like a trap.

But now that things have come to this, even if it is a trap, you have no choice but to step on it.

Several people boarded the yacht and found that the deck was indeed empty. Originally, this place was used by the assassination team to lure teammates. There should have been a table next to it, filled with food and drinks.

They often talked loudly about the battle on the sea while eating, sometimes laughing at Bucciarati and his men, and sometimes laughing loudly at their own companions.

Every time, Narancia couldn't help but curse back in frustration, and a "symphony of mutual curses" formed on the sea.

"Where are they?" Narancia couldn't wait to find those people and fight them.

He actually dared to laugh at him as a little brat who hadn't lost his toys yet. He was definitely going to teach that old-fashioned guy with red glasses a lesson!

"Wait for Narancia." Fuge pulled Narancia with a headache, "There are many people on the boat, be careful."

Just like there are several people in the assassination team whose Stand abilities cannot be used casually, there are also people on Bucciarati's side whose Stand abilities cannot be used casually.

For example, Fugo, whose Stand is very dangerous and cannot distinguish between friend and foe, and Apache, whose Stand ability is more auxiliary.

So these two days, it was other people who were fighting bravely.

After all, Apache has strong fighting ability, after all, he used to be a policeman.

But apart from being quite smart, Fugo is not very good at anything else and can only stand aside and give advice.

But considering the assassination team's playful fighting style, he couldn't come up with any ideas.

They had been rocking on the boat for two days, not eating well, sleeping well, or drinking well, and they were a little tired.

Fugo was still a little dazed when he stepped onto the stable deck of the yacht.

He heard some music and some noisy sounds, like children playing games.

So is there some kind of party going on in the cabin?

Fugo always had a bad feeling, but it was not a dangerous feeling, but simply a feeling that something was going to happen.

This sounds like nonsense. Something was bound to happen after they boarded the ship. It was inevitable.

And it is highly unlikely that anything good will happen, and it is very likely that a fight will be required.

But he always felt that something else was happening beyond these things.

That's not a good thing, but it's probably not a dangerous thing either.

What could it be?

When Fugo saw Aiko Gojo playing with a black wig and sitting on the swing by the window, he probably knew what this strange premonition meant.

"Aiko?" When Bucciarati saw Aiko Gojo, his expression suddenly froze, and he seemed a little unsure of how to react.

A lot of things flashed through his mind in an instant, including why Gojo Aiko was on the yacht, his previous encounter with Naruto on the street, and the scene when Gojo Aiko was in Naples two years ago.

Finally, he seemed to have thought of something, but the possibility was so terrifying that he didn't want to accept it.

"Right!" Gojo Satoru jumped out of the swimming pool holding a score board, splashing water all over Gojo Aiko's face.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Aiko Gojo, who was posing, immediately threw the bouquet of flowers at hand.

Naruto, hiding behind the curtain, was not sure whether he should jump out now. Their original plan was to show Bucciarati and the others a very cool and villainous appearance.

The seemingly harmless passerby lady Gojo Aiko was sitting on the throne in the enemy's base camp. Whether she had defeated the enemy in advance and seized the throne, or she was the enemy's leader, it was very terrifying.

Then, the two tall and strong bodyguards Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru appeared. The two men, one black and one white, stood before them like an angel and a devil.

Finally, there are Naruto and Sasuke. They have small bodies but great strength. If you underestimate them, you will pay a very painful price.

As a result, Gojo Satoru disrupted the plan, and from then on, he could only play freely.

Geto Suguru, who had gone to borrow sunglasses because the sunlight was too glaring, arrived late. Looking at the scene in front of him that looked like the scene of an internal conflict, he spread his hands helplessly.

"I'm so sorry for making everyone laugh." For some reason, Geto Suguru looked a little sinister with his sunglasses on, especially when he grinned.

It was definitely because he was holding Gojo Satoru's round sunglasses. The lenses of the glasses were relatively small, and the small round glasses looked a little funny for some reason.

Giorno saw Sasuke standing under the parasol on the other side of the swimming pool. He seemed a little speechless, but why was he holding a strange weapon in his hand?

It looks like...the kind of weapon that appears in ninja movies. What's it called?

Giorno was distracted for a moment. He didn't expect that the people standing in front of him would be Gojo Aiko and the others.

Do you want to fight?

It's not that he looked down on Gojo Aiko, but he just didn't dare to fight her.

Gojo Aiko should be considered one of his bosses now, right? How dare he hit his boss?

After all, he didn't intend to usurp Gojo Aiko's position.

But their standing here, does it mean that they are also Stand users?

"You... are also Stand users?" Bucciarati's gaze passed over Gojo Aiko who was wiping her face, and looked at the arrogant Gojo Satoru and the weird Geto Suguru.

"Just take it as such." "Of course!"

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru looked at each other, it seemed that they had forgotten to give their confessions in advance.

But it doesn't matter, I was just talking nonsense anyway.

They simply skipped over the differences in their words, one summoned a rainbow dragon, and the other floated into the air.

"This road is blocked." "Haha! Robbery!"

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru looked at each other again.

Did they say they were going to steal something?

Gojo Satoru said with a look of disgust that Geto Suguru's statement was so old-fashioned.

"Who are you trying to rob?" Gojo Aiko finally wiped off the water. She threw the towel on Gojo Satoru, but the towel did not stay on his body at all. It fell down on his body very smoothly, as if he was covered with oil.

Giorno noticed this detail keenly, but he was not sure if he was dazzled.

After all, the surface of the towel is rough and has friction. If you are lucky, the towel may get caught on the clothes directly because of buttons and other small hard parts.

Anyway, under normal circumstances, the towel will stay on the body for at least a little while before falling off.

Is it a stand ability?

Giorno was not distracted by the huge and shocking rainbow dragon, but stared at Gojo Satoru.