Lee Sin's Bizzare Adventure - Chapter 25
Giorno Giovanna had a dream, and that was to become a Gang-star.
This dream was far from being realized, and he wasn’t planning to pursue it just yet.
Because…
He was only 13 years old.
Currently, he was just an ordinary student at an ordinary middle school in Naples.
At this moment, not only was Giorno not involved in the gangster life he dreamed of, but he was also stuck with a bunch of naive kids on a boring spring field trip in a school bus.
Yes, in Giorno’s eyes, his classmates were essentially uncommunicative children.
Unlike these kids, who were oblivious to the world’s harsh realities, Giorno had endured a terribly unfortunate childhood:
His biological father, whose identity remained a mystery, had never appeared in Giorno’s life. It seemed the man was long dead, leaving behind only an eerie photo with an indistinguishable face.
His biological mother, a trendy woman who grew up during Japan’s economic bubble era, was an irresponsible and frivolous woman who preferred bar-hopping and nightclubs over caring for her child.
From infancy, Giorno was accustomed to solitary life. At the age of four, he followed his mother, who remarried an Italian, to Naples, a world away from his Tokyo home.
The loneliness of being unloved, the bitterness of leaving home, and the endless pain of being abused by a terrible stepfather…
Giorno grew up in suffering.
He became strong, calm, mature, composed, and exceptionally wise, all traits that made him stand out among his average middle school classmates.
This was visibly apparent:
At this moment, he was sitting silently and inconspicuously in the penultimate row of the school bus, gazing at the scenery outside the window.
He was dressed just like the other students in a black school uniform.
But even so, Giorno’s features, as chiseled and resolute as an ancient Greek sculpture, his deep blue eyes reminiscent of the Mediterranean Sea, his naturally curly and sun-like golden hair, and his slightly muscular physique…
All thoroughly exposed his uniqueness.
And those who are different are always lonely.
Giorno’s extraordinary qualities attracted the admiration of girls but also the envy and hostility of bullies.
Even as Giorno quietly leaned against the window, some boys who disliked him approached to cause trouble.
“Hey, Giorno!”
A tall boy, flanked by a few lackeys, came over:
“Isn’t your hair supposed to be black?”
“Why did it suddenly turn blonde?”
“Hahaha…”
“Did you dye your ugly black hair because you think you don’t look as good as us?”
They sneered openly, mocking Giorno’s Asian heritage.
It wasn’t out of racial discrimination but more as an excuse to vent—due to Giorno’s high popularity among girls and his aloof demeanor, these nasty boys had long been displeased with him.
“……”
Giorno remained silent for a moment, then calmly replied:
“You’re overthinking it. I didn’t dye my hair.”
Humans are inherently exclusionary, and since arriving in Italy, Giorno had suffered a lot of mistreatment because of his naturally black hair.
But he hadn’t dyed his hair.
His currently curly golden locks had mysteriously appeared a few days ago.
Simultaneously, Giorno discovered that he seemed to possess some special abilities invisible to ordinary people.
Of course, he wouldn’t explain any of this to his classmates.
He didn’t need to, nor did he care to.
“Hey!”
“You didn’t dye your hair? Do you think we’re blind, Giorno?”
Giorno’s calm response only made the bullies more aggressive:
“You dyed your hair blonde and now you’re too guilty to admit it?”
“Bah!”
“You’re just a filthy foreigner…”
The tall boy cursed Giorno’s immigrant status viciously, and his lackeys followed suit with loud jeers.
Unfortunately, Giorno remained unmoved.
His complete disregard for the bullies only made them angrier, provoking these ignorant boys even more:
“You little brat…”
“Just admit it already!”
“You dyed your hair blonde to attract the girls at school, didn’t you?”
The boys’ confused jealousy slowly morphed into pure malice.
The tall boy, now furious, raised his hand to mess with the three “donuts” on Giorno’s head… no, the three natural curls of golden hair.
At that moment, Giorno finally lifted his head.
“Idiots…”
He looked at them with a cold expression and said in a flat but firm voice:
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“If you need to hear it a second time, it means you’re very stupid.”
With his deep blue eyes, he stared down the bullies, his young but determined face radiating a menacing aura:
“I already told you, I didn’t dye my hair.”
“Don’t make me say it a third time.”
“This…”
The bullies shivered collectively.
With just one look, Giorno had made them feel an instinctive fear.
What kind of look was that…
They couldn’t find the words to describe it. If they had to use a word to depict Giorno’s current demeanor, it would be—
A deadly stare.
However, the intimidation only lasted a moment.
The bullies quickly remembered their numerical advantage and the fact that Giorno had just humiliated them:
“You brat…”
“How dare you insult our intelligence!”
They raised their fists high, ready to resort to violence.
But Giorno’s expression remained calm, unsettling the young bullies even more.
“Don’t be scared!”
To rally his friends, the tall boy shouted:
“He’s just bluffing!”
“So what if he’s a bit muscular? There’s no way he can take us all on!”
“Yeah!”
“Don’t let Giorno intimidate you!”
One of the lackeys echoed, even making a joke about a popular Japanese fighting game among young boys:
“He’s just a kid from Japan…”
“What are you afraid of, that he’ll use ‘Hadouken’ and ‘Shoryuken’?”
“…….”
Giorno closed his eyes and sighed faintly:
Really…
Dealing with these brainless people is so troublesome.
Since you insist on causing trouble, I can only teach you a lesson.
“Do it, Gold…”
Giorno slowly opened his eyes, filled with firm hostility.
“Hadouken!!”
A surprised shout suddenly erupted in the school bus.
It wasn’t Giorno calling out the move; rather, it was an astonished exclamation from a sharp-eyed boy who had seen something shocking.
Indeed…
Under the watchful eyes of half the bus, a qi energy ball, strikingly similar to the “Hadouken” from the Street Fighter game, shot out from the ordinary trees in the park outside the window.
It flew along a straight trajectory and collided head-on with the speeding school bus.
Even more miraculously, the “qi energy ball” pierced through the bus’s metal body, entered the cabin, and hit the tall boy who had just insulted Giorno.
Then, in the next second…
“Resonating Strike!”
A muscular, bald Eastern man suddenly “flew” in through the bus window.
He ghosted through the bus’s metal frame, stirring up a whirlwind.
Finally, he swiftly halted and kicked the tall boy squarely in the face.
The arrogant bully staggered and fell, his face quickly swelling like a sponge.
“Sorry.”
“That was the least force I could manage.”
The bald man said politely, “No matter what, thank you for being here.”
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