JoJo won his battle against that demon.
Poor sod, he lost everything in the process.
That's why I brought him here three days ago.
And now, bereft of father and home alike,
how's he gonna muster up the will to live? Don't give up on the world yet, JoJo!
CHAPTER 4: OVERDRIVE
Spirit!
That's what he needs, so, I'm gonna give it to him.
It's the dead of night, but there's a lamp burning in his room.
What do we have here?
How long's she been at it?
Don't tell me she's been watching over him all this time.
Her fingers. Cracked from the damp towel, I'd wager.
She must have been cooling his burns around the clock
for them to get like that like.
-Thank goodness. -He's awake.
You're through the worst of it. You should be fine.
So, you've been tending to my injuries?
But how can-- How can you be standing here?
You're the image of--
But no. I'm sorry.
Your face reminds me of a girl I used to know.
Her name wouldn't happen to be Erina Pendleton, would it?
It's you. It's been a long time, Jonathan Joestar.
-JoJo. -Erina, you've really grown up.
Me? But you've grown a fair sight more.
Yet,
you're still the boy you once were.
Yeah.
She makes a better Florence Nightingale than I do anyhow.
You rest up, JoJo.
Time for Speedwagon to make his exit.
I-- I must have fainted for a moment.
But your arm? it's broken. You shouldn't have caught me.
You caught me long ago.
I daresay ol' JoJo won't be lacking a reason to live after this reunion.
WHITECHAPEL, LONDON
You should have made an early night of it, you harlot, big mistake.
Most men shackle themselves to petty morality.
They fear the consequences of their evil.
But some are unfettered by man's laws in all their tyranny.
They are the vanguard. Become my servant, Jack the Ripper.
You have no further need for free will.
I will make you an instrument of death.
The likes of which you can't begin to imagine.
Do it, as for what I shall take in return.
Only Speedwagon and I know what truly took place here that night.
Dio was consumed in the inferno, but what of the accursed mask?
No sign of it in the rubble. Was it Smashed by falling rocks?
I hope so. I want to put this nightmare behind me.
JoJo.
Erina.
That man... He haunts our steps.
-Is something wrong? -No. All is well.
Mister Joestar.
And the lass at your side is Miss Erina Pendleton.
-Who are you? -You survived against the mask.
Not many men can claim that.
JoJo!
That's right. Let the shock of that impact push all the air from your body.
JoJo! Why? He was already hurt, you cad!
It's true. I knocked the air out of him, but he'll thank me for it.
My arm!
What is this? My broken bones? It feels like they're mending!
Baron Zeppeli, at your service.
Courage alone will not be enough to beat the mask.
My arm was shattered, but now...
The pain has subsided. Lifting this rock is nothing.
That's incredible.
Sir, why are you here? And what is happening to me?
Please, try to limit yourself to one question at a time, JoJo.
You healed yourself.
How you breathed after I poked you, was the key.
But why did you go to the trouble in the first place?
And how do you know who I-- He's gone.
What part of one question at a time eluded you, JoJo?
You'll get the answers you desire, friend. Follow me.
This day, I will show you things,
the likes of which will change your destiny forever.
It was with good reason that I struck you in the diaphragm.
The shock of the impact altered your breathing.
But how did that heal my arm?
With the energy I am about to demonstrate for you.
Wait. What mischief is he planning?
Look at him, Erina. His legs. Those ripples.
I've never seen water do that.
What you see is the force that eased your pain
and healed your broken bones, Mister Joestar.
Don't do it!
That frog seems fine.
That was Sendo you saw.
Wait. "Sendo"?
It's ripple energy created by Hamon.
I sent my Hamon coursing harmlessly through the frog
to split my real target, the rock, below.
JoJo, I know for a fact the stone mask was not destroyed.
Dio Brando keeps it close to him even now.
No, it can't be. Baron, is Dio still alive?
Indeed, and he holds the mask.
That mask must be destroyed and its master must be reduced to ash.
It is your destiny to fight for this righteous cause.
You will learn to wield Sendo or you will die.
-The future of humanity is at stake! -My destiny?
JoJo, what is he talking about? None of it makes any sense.
Erina.
She's already suffered enough at Dio's hands.
I can't drag her into this.
Incredible! It's blossoming!
He's passing the spare Hamon energy from his healed arm
into the branch and sending it into bloom.
And amazingly, he doesn't even realize, he's doing it.
This boy is a natural.
What might he be capable
with the proper refinement of his abilities?
Rejoice, mankind. This day, I may have found your champion.
With every meal, I feel my strength returning.
What a simple thing, the food chain.
As pigs feed on grass, so does man feed upon them.
And I, at the top of it all, feed upon the humans.
They exist to serve me and quell my thirst.
Go, Jack. It's suppertime.
Now to swell the ranks of my diabolical army and send it out.
I will stand astride this world.
Humanity will kneel at Dio Brando's feet.
ONE WEEK LATER
And so, I began to study Hamon
under the tutelage of the mysterious Zeppeli.
The training was harsh but I had no choice.
Here's how it came about.
JoJo, my history with the stone mask has been a long one.
I was your age.
It's hard to believe that was ever the case now.
I harbored a great thirst for adventure, as the young so often do.
It was my good fortune to travel the world
as a member of my father's archaeological team.
I wish we had never lain eyes on those Aztec ruins that day.
-You're saying... -Yes.
The hands that pulled that evil artifact into the light of day belonged to me.
One ill-fated night during the voyage home,
a man of our number succumbed to his curiosity and donned the mask.
The change in him was immediate.
Rampaging through the ship, he ripped his companions' heads off
in a bacchanalia for blood.
58 crewmen butchered in a matter of minutes.
I dove into the sea to escape, but the fiend gave chase.
Suddenly, dawn broke.
As he crumbled to dust in the sunlight, I saw his face.
And to my utter horror, the demon was my father.
The crewless ship drifted away with the mask still aboard.
I had survived, but it was cold comfort
knowing the mask's dreadful power could be unleashed again.
I dedicated my life to finding a way to stop its evil.
That pledge led to my discovery of Hamon.
The energy we call Hamon is created by the flow of one's blood.
Those who wear the mask feed
on the blood of others to consume that energy.
Hamon and the mask, they are two sides of the same coin.
Of course, we can overload Dio with that which animates him.
Correct, if we can hit Dio with enough Hamon energy,
that devil will burst asunder.
Hamon's ripples are the same form
as the waves of light sent out by the sun itself,
the bane of all vampires.
Baron Zeppeli, I beg of you. Teach me how to wield it.
I promise I'll give it my all.
You don't get a choice in the matter, friend.
Given your contentious history with Dio, I'm sure he will be coming for you.
There is a poetry to this, JoJo. Breathing oxygenates your blood.
Your blood carries the oxygen throughout your body.
It enriches the cells, giving them the power to keep on living.
Those cells combine to form you.
Like ripples in the water,
your body thrums with the Hamon created by proper breathing.
All that is left is to use it!
There's no way he could have reached me from there.
How did he do that?
Zoom Punch is a useful one. I merely dislocated my shoulder.
Hamon dulls the pain and the surprise is well worth the effort.
You must maintain the rhythm of your breath even when taking a hit.
If your mind or heart are tempestuous, the caliber of your Hamon will suffer.
-Yes, sir. -Oi!
-I found something! -Speedwagon.
So, the village is called Windknight's Lot?
Right, they've had a string
of disappearances lately with people vanishing after dark.
And folks have caught glimpses of a fella who looks like Dio.
We're out of time now.
JoJo, your final test will be one of life or death, my pupil.
Yes, sir, I'm ready for battle.
Give him hell.
Look, gents, the entrance to Windknight's Lot.
We'll attack Dio while there's still plenty of light left in the sky.
Erina, I left without giving you a proper farewell.
I swear I will return to her.
-Why did we stop? -Driver, why have we stopped?
Keep an eye out. Sunlight can't protect us in here.
Well, what's wrong?
Is it Dio? It has to be him.
Listen, both of you. Step away from the horses.
What in the blue hell? That crazy blighter's inside our horse!
Good God, this one's mad as a hatter!
Dio's evil, but I ain't seen him jump out of any animals so far.
He must be gathering minions and who knows how many he might have?
Stand aside, my young friends. I will do the fighting.
He is a zombie.
They must feed on living flesh to survive.
However, they are in constant thrall to their master like marionettes.
You lads are both as white as a sheet. All the blood is drained from your faces.
Maybe I should cut off those useless heads of yours
and watch it spray outta your necks.
Now, you mewling corpses-to-be. Prepare for the carnage!
Tell me, what's his next move?
You must think as he does.
JoJo, this strategy will serve you well.
Ask yourself, "What would be the most advantageous thing
for my foe to do next?"
Him, for example.
If he blocks off the tunnel entrance, we can't retreat to the sunlight.
Just as I predicted, he's blocked our retreat!
Speedwagon, jump!
Try harder.
Knives are coming out of him.
Baron Zeppeli, you didn't say nothing about fighting a pincushion.
Hamon Cutter!
I'm afraid your blades
are rather dull compared to my Hamon Cutter.
JoJo, this creature illustrates a principle.
Imagine a minuscule flea, so small that it's barely visible.
Why do they bite humans who tower over them
without a single thought to their own safety?
Would you call their behavior courageous?
Of course not. It's hunger compelling them.
I will tell you what courage is, JoJo.
Courage is to look your fear in the eye.
And know that it has no dominion over you!
Fear scatters your breathing. When you toss your fear into the dust,
breathing is the sword ever at your hip.
Breathe with courage and you will never want for Hamon.
Bravery is our birthright, lads!
And for all the abilities they may bring into a battle.
Courage is something a zombie relinquished when he took this form!
They're no better than fleas! Sendo Wave Kick!
A knee full of Hamon to the head
seems to have cured this one's braggadocio.
I don't believe it. He didn't even spill any wine.
JoJo, you finish the creature off.
Destroy the brain. It's the only way.
Anything else and you risk it coming back.
Time for the slaughter, naughty little pigs.
I'll cut you to shreds one by one.
Don't tell me we're following him into that passageway.
It has to be destroyed.
But we will be doing no such thing.
JoJo,
I expect you to finish off this abomination
without spilling a single drop.
JoJo, one last bit of advice before you go.
There were no Vikings in the land of Norway,
until the north wind blew in and created them.
If even one drop of that wine goes to waste,
I don't care how utterly you defeat the zombie.
I will abandon you here and now.
Oi, listen to yourself. Have you gone insane?
I know what I'm doing!
I will do my best.
Like the Vikings, I will be strengthened by hardship.
It's a labyrinth. Even with this torch,
all it’s doing is casting shadows to bedevil me.
The torch! I'm bright as day to him!
All this does is illuminate my position, but without it...
I haven't a clue where he's lurking or from where he'll strike.
Even in the dark, I can smell the blood from his arm.
I must think like my foe, just as the baron commanded.
I'm sure he's close.
Next, I must master my fear, lest it sap my Hamon.
Breathing is the sword at my hip.
That's it.
A little closer and I'll be picking my teeth with your bones, boy.
The harsh wind blowing down off of the Arctic Ocean
birthed the fearsome Vikings.
Only when we are tossed headlong into the crucible of adversity
do we rise to the challenge.
What will a glass of wine create this night?
If he should fail, Dio has already won.
What? The wine is rippling.
Of course, just like when we were training in the stream.
It's conducting the Hamon.
It passes through the glass, my arm, my body, and the ground itself!
I can feel the vibrations in the wine.
With Hamon, all is made clear to me now.
My spirit trembles!
My heart is ablaze! I've found you, zombie!
These stones offer no protection! Sendo Hamon Overdrive!
Turn the corner so I can feast on you.
Sounds like you passed the test with flying colors, JoJo. Excellent.
Adversity has made the lad a Viking.
NEXT EPISODE
This time, I break you.
Curses on you, queen!
Can he overcome this delusion? A duel between heroes.
I'm ending your reign of terror here and now!
CHAPTER 5: THE DARK KNIGHTS