Another Monday arrived, marking the start of a busy day for students after a weekend that was either enjoyable or unpleasant.
Everything was just like any other Monday—except for one thing.
Today, a private yacht quietly docked at the small harbor of Morioh Town, a town with a population of 53,000, without drawing much attention.
"Hey, you brat!"
On the way to school, a group of delinquent high school students—clearly troublemakers—gathered in front of a small fountain. Surrounding another delinquent with a pompadour hairstyle and an open-chested uniform, their expressions were full of ill intent.
Rather than calling it a pompadour, it looked more like a squashed steak or a burnt piece of meat.
His hairstyle was certainly... unique.
Judging from his lighter-colored school uniform compared to the others, he was a lower-year student. It was common in Japanese schools for upper-year students to "teach" their juniors a lesson.
As for the reason? Nothing more than "I don't like your face, so I'm going to put you in your place."
Classic troublemaking.
Their loud voices attracted the attention of passersby. However, since it was obvious that it was just a delinquent scuffle, people followed the usual principle of "minding my own business" and hurried away.
Only a few individuals remained. Among them, two stood out the most—one tall and one short.
The tall one, around 190 cm, wore a white sailor-like outfit. Beneath his loose clothing hid an explosive physique, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. He looked both wild and imposing.
Clearly, he wasn't someone to mess with.
The shorter one, around 140–150 cm, had an utterly unremarkable face with no defining features. His school uniform suggested he was also a high school student, but the only reason he was noticeable was because of the towering figure beside him.
Meanwhile, the upper-year delinquents were hitting and cursing the lower-year student, even extorting money from him. Yet, rather than fighting back, the victim remained unusually composed. Not only did he prepare to hand over his money, but he even apologized.
The tall man watched the scene like a mundane play, his expression unreadable. Just as he was about to leave—
"Hey, kid, your name is Josuke Higashikata?"
The delinquent leader had just opened the victim's student ID.
"I'll call you JoJo from now on."
"Yes, thank you for giving me a nickname, senpai," Josuke replied politely.
That name—"Josuke Higashikata"—seemed to have some kind of magic.
The tall man's steps halted.
Perhaps emboldened by Josuke's meekness, the delinquent leader grew more arrogant. As his bus approached, he pointed at Josuke's head and sneered, "Enough talk, hand over the cash. Otherwise, I'll shave that stupid Astro Boy haircut of yours bald!"
The moment those words were spoken, the air suddenly became heavy.
A terrifying aura radiated from Josuke, as if he were engulfed in flames.
He pointed at his pompadour. "Hey, senpai, what did you just say about my hair?"
Before anyone could react, an invisible force surged from Josuke's body—followed by a sudden burst of wind striking the delinquent leader's face.
"PUH!"
A mix of teeth and blood sprayed from the leader's mouth. His face, twisted as if struck head-on by a powerful punch, was sent flying backward, crashing into his lackeys.
"M-my nose! My face!!"
A second later, he writhed on the ground, clutching his face, sweat pouring from his forehead in agony. His previous arrogance had completely disappeared.
"If you insult my hair and make me mad, even if you were the emperor's son, I wouldn't let you off."
"You just said my hair looks like Miss Sazae's, didn't you?"
"I-I never said that—"
Before he could finish, Josuke's foot slammed into his head.
"You also said my hair makes you want to puke?"
"I really didn't—" Another kick.
"And you were going to shave it all off?"
By the time Josuke was finished, the delinquent leader's mouth was full of "dragon fruit."
"Josuke Higashikata, you little—!"
How humiliating!
At this moment, Josuke no longer resembled the meek, submissive student from earlier. He was a true delinquent—violent and utterly unreasonable.
Perhaps the timid boy from before was just an illusion.
Ah, another peaceful day in Morioh Town.
"Yare yare daze..."
Among the two onlookers, the 190 cm-tall man smirked slightly as he murmured under his breath.
He had found his target.
But he wasn't the only one thinking that.
Josuke Higashikata—a seemingly ordinary high school student in Morioh Town. Despite his delinquent appearance, he had a gentle nature. However, the moment someone insulted his hair, his rationality snapped like a thread.
This perfectly matched the information he had.
It ruled out the possibility that he had been transported to a mutated version of this world.
A third person had also witnessed everything just now—Yamcha.
He had clearly seen how the delinquent leader was sent flying by an invisible force, as if struck by an unseen fist.
That was a Stand. Also known as "Ripple Ghost" by some.
A supernatural ability unseen by ordinary people.
A power that existed only in this world.
And one of the abilities Yamcha coveted the most.
If he could obtain a time-based or space-based Stand, he'd hit the jackpot.
Yes, the world Yamcha had arrived in was none other than JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Part 4 – Diamond is Unbreakable.
What he had just witnessed was the official opening scene of Diamond is Unbreakable.
That strange-looking delinquent, Josuke Higashikata, was the protagonist of this part.
And his Stand ability was precisely why Yamcha had come here.
He wanted to become a Stand user.
To obtain the power of a Stand.
Stands were the defining feature of the JoJo universe—some were even capable of manipulating or altering the very rules of the world. Controlling time, space... nothing was impossible.
Yamcha had carefully planned his arrival at this exact time.
Compared to other JoJo parts, as long as he wasn't a woman or an idiot, this one had the lowest risk factor.
Relatively speaking, of course. There was still plenty of danger.
Against invisible enemies with bizarre abilities, his current strength wouldn't give him the slightest advantage.
His past experiences had taught him that traveling to another world required caution.
Extreme caution.
No matter how familiar this world seemed, unexpected events could always occur.
It was better to play it safe.
Only by staying low could he survive.
(End of Chapter)