r/JoJolion

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After getting fascinated by gyro zeppeli Johny joestar was so moved and wanted to write his own songs. He realized that gyro wanted to show some love to home country by writing a song on Italian dish. Johny being American could not single out the food that represents his home country. After several days of thinking he figured out that fast food is the way to go.

So Rina and Johny decided that they go with fries but she did not like fried chicken. After Johny death Rina sang the same song to his son George joestar as a lullaby. Eventually the song passed to all to all the joestar family and eventually holly and kira. Before several days earthquake hit the Moriah kira was singing the same song on the sea shore . The song was overheard by the flashback fan and also understood the importantace of passing the legacy of Johny joestar. So after the fusion flashback man came across gappy body and sang the fries song and left the scene. Finally gappy sang the fries song to yasuho and the legacy of joestar bloodline remained.

# Story 1: I Am THE Rock

## Focus Character: Yotsuyu Yagiyama

Rainwater slid down the cracked concrete walls of the condemned apartment block like tears from a corpse that had forgotten how to die.

The building stood at the edge of Morioh’s industrial district, hidden behind collapsed fencing and hills of discarded appliances. Most people no longer remembered its official name. The city records called it Building D-41, but locals had given it another title years ago:

**The Mouth.**

Because people entered it.

And things came back out.

Yotsuyu Yagiyama stared at the structure from beneath the cover of a broken bus stop. His expression did not change. It rarely did. The dim orange light from a nearby vending machine reflected across the wet stone texture of his skin, making him resemble a weathered statue left outside for centuries.

In one hand he held a folded photograph sealed inside a plastic sleeve.

The target.

A man named Seiji Fumihara.

Age fifty-two. Botanical researcher. Former TG university lecturer.

For the last seven months, Seiji had been secretly cataloguing the growth patterns of an early Locacaca cultivation route in Morioh decades before the fruit became valuable. The organization wanted his notes recovered before police demolition crews arrived next week and buried everything under concrete.

Simple work.

At least, that was what Yotsuyu had been told.

But as he observed the apartment complex, he understood immediately that something was wrong.

The building did not feel abandoned.

It felt diseased.

Every balcony sagged at unnatural angles. Curtains shifted in rooms without electricity. Water dripped steadily from the roof despite the rain having already stopped. Mold spread across the outer walls in branching black patterns that resembled veins.

The entire structure looked less like architecture and more like a body in the final stages of decomposition.

Yotsuyu stepped forward.

The wet pavement cracked beneath his heel.

Near the entrance sat an overturned stroller filled with gray rainwater. Cigarette butts floated inside it beside dead moths.

The apartment doors on the first floor were all open.

As if every resident had walked outside at the exact same moment.

Yotsuyu entered without hesitation.

The smell hit him immediately.

Rot.

Wet carpet.

Stagnant water.

A hallway light flickered weakly overhead, buzzing like a trapped insect. Mountains of trash bags lined the corridor walls. Some had burst open, spilling magazines, instant noodle cups, rusted cans, and swarms of pale insects onto the floor.

A wheelchair rested sideways near the elevator.

The seatbelt was still fastened.

Yotsuyu crouched beside it.

No dust.

Recently touched.

His eyes shifted toward the elevator.

The display still glowed.

Someone had used it recently.

Or something had.

He ignored the elevator and took the stairs instead.

The concrete steps groaned beneath his weight as he climbed. Water leaked from pipes overhead, dripping onto the staircase in steady rhythms that echoed unnaturally through the building.

Second floor.

More trash.

Third floor.

A bicycle fused halfway through an apartment door.

Yotsuyu stopped.

The bike’s front wheel protruded through solid wood like it had melted into it.

His expression sharpened slightly.

He touched the wood carefully.

Sticky.

A translucent layer of dried residue coated both surfaces.

The smell reminded him faintly of tree sap.

He looked down the hallway.

Several doors appeared warped inward, their frames glued shut by thick amber-colored masses that spread across the walls like hardened mucus.

Something moved at the far end of the corridor.

A human figure.

Bent awkwardly.

Yotsuyu continued walking.

The figure did not react.

When he finally reached it, he saw the truth.

A dead man.

The corpse was attached to the wall from shoulder to hip by a thick layer of hardened adhesive. His face remained frozen in panic, eyes bulging so far outward they looked ready to burst.

The skin around his mouth had torn open.

As if he had tried to scream while being dragged.

Yotsuyu examined the body calmly.

The corpse wore an apartment maintenance uniform.

Dead approximately four days.

No visible wounds.

No signs of struggle beyond the expression.

His radio still crackled faintly.

"—hello? Building inspection team? Come in."

Yotsuyu removed the radio and crushed it underfoot.

The corridor ahead was almost entirely blocked by adhesive growths now. Some stretched floor-to-ceiling like giant veins. Others connected entire doors together.

It looked organic.

Like fungus overtaking a carcass.

A low creaking sound echoed somewhere above.

The building shifted.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

Yotsuyu placed a hand against the wall.

The structure was unstable.

Extremely unstable.

Interesting.

He climbed to the fourth floor.

The smell became worse.

Far worse.

The hallway lights no longer worked here. Darkness swallowed most of the corridor except for weak daylight leaking through cracked windows.

Something dripped slowly nearby.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Yotsuyu followed the sound until he reached apartment 401.

Seiji Fumihara’s room.

The door hung partially open.

Inside, plants covered nearly every surface.

Vines crawled across the ceiling in tangled masses. Mushrooms bloomed from piles of books. Strange white roots protruded from cracked floorboards.

The apartment resembled a greenhouse left abandoned for decades.

And at the center of it sat Seiji.

Or what remained of him.

The researcher’s corpse had collapsed against a desk covered in scattered papers. One arm was completely fused to the tabletop by thick layers of hardened amber goo. Several empty wine bottles surrounded him.

His face was gray.

His fingernails had split bloody against the floor.

He had died trying to crawl away.

Yotsuyu walked forward slowly.

The adhesive residue covered almost every object in the room.

Chairs fused together.

Books attached to walls.

Entire piles of clothing hardened into grotesque sculptures.

And yet the Stand energy remained active.

He could feel it.

Like static electricity in the air.

The user was dead.

But the Stand persisted.

That alone made this dangerous.

Yotsuyu searched the desk.

Most papers had been ruined by moisture and mold, but several notebooks remained sealed inside plastic containers. Hand-drawn maps filled the pages alongside botanical sketches and shipping routes.

Locacaca transport records.

Exactly what he came for.

He placed the notebooks into his coat.

Then the room moved.

A wet sound echoed from behind him.

SCHLICK.

Yotsuyu turned.

The adhesive on the walls was shifting.

Crawling.

Thin strings of translucent goo peeled away from the surfaces and stretched through the air like spider silk. They connected objects together at random.

A lamp attached itself to the ceiling.

A chair fused to the floor.

The dead researcher’s body twitched violently as more adhesive spread across his ribs.

Then the corpse stood up as it being pulled.

Its limbs jerked unnaturally as strands of adhesive dragged it forward like a puppet.

Yotsuyu narrowed his eyes.

The Stand was autonomous.

It continued carrying out its function even after death.

The corpse lurched toward him.

More goo sprayed from its fingers.

Yotsuyu stepped aside calmly.

The adhesive struck the wall behind him and instantly fused two shelves together with explosive force.

The entire apartment shook.

Cracks spread across the ceiling.

The building groaned like a wounded animal.

Yotsuyu raised his hand.

"I Am a Rock I am an Island."

His Stand activated.

The room’s balance shifted.

Loose objects suddenly slid violently toward specific points in space. Bottles shattered against the floor. Rusted tools launched across the apartment.

The corpse slammed sideways into a bookshelf as invisible forces redirected nearby weight and motion.

But the adhesive only spread further.

The bookshelf fused to the corpse.

The corpse fused to the floor.

The floor fused to the wall.

The Stand’s ability was multiplying connections faster than the building could withstand.

Concrete cracked beneath Yotsuyu’s feet.

A support beam snapped somewhere below.

Then came screaming.

Real screaming.

Yotsuyu paused.

There were still residents inside.

He walked into the hallway.

An elderly woman stumbled around the corner carrying grocery bags. Her left leg was attached to the floor by adhesive stretching like melted cheese.

Each desperate movement only spread the substance further.

Behind her, a teenage boy was fused shoulder-first to the corridor wall, crying silently while trying not to move.

The adhesive connected them.

One movement affected the other.

The old woman reached toward Yotsuyu.

"Please... help..."

The floor beneath her suddenly tore upward.

The adhesive had fused several cracked tiles together.

When she pulled, the entire section lifted.

The hallway collapsed.

The woman vanished into darkness with a scream cut short by crashing debris.

The boy remained hanging from the wall, breathing rapidly.

Yotsuyu stared at him.

The boy stared back.

Fear.

Desperation.

Hope.

All meaningless.

Yotsuyu walked past him.

The boy began screaming insults after realizing no help was coming.

Yotsuyu ignored him.

The building itself had become the enemy now.

Every hallway was interconnected through the adhesive. Weight shifts in one room triggered destruction elsewhere. Entire apartments were slowly being dragged together.

The Stand’s ability mirrored the residents themselves.

Everyone inside this place had become attached to something rotten.

And now the building refused to let any of them leave.

A massive crash echoed below.

The staircase collapsed.

Dust exploded upward through the corridor.

Yotsuyu looked out a nearby window.

The lower floors were beginning to cave inward.

He calculated silently.

If the structure continued collapsing naturally, emergency services would arrive.

Witnesses.

Investigation.

Recovery teams.

That could not happen.

He needed complete destruction.

Total erasure.

Yotsuyu descended through the emergency maintenance ladders hidden between the walls. The cramped shafts smelled of rust and sewage. Adhesive strands stretched through the darkness like spiderwebs.

Several times he heard movement nearby.

Residents.

Or pieces of them.

On the second floor he discovered two bodies fused together back-to-back beneath a fallen ceiling beam. Neither appeared fully dead yet.

Their breathing was shallow.

The adhesive connected their skin directly.

One man’s tears slid onto the other’s face.

Yotsuyu continued walking.

In the basement, he finally found what he needed.

The gas lines.

Old and Corroded.

"Perfect." Yotsuyu said

The basement boiler room was partially flooded. Murky water reflected the weak flashlight beam in distorted ripples. Thick adhesive masses covered the pipes overhead.

The Stand had spread everywhere.

Even here.

Especially here.

The building creaked violently again.

A section of ceiling collapsed nearby.

Through the falling dust, Yotsuyu briefly saw shapes moving within the adhesive growths.

Faces.

Human faces.

Not real.

Just impressions left behind in the goo.

Like memories trapped inside resin.

The researcher’s Stand had absorbed the entire building into its process.

Yotsuyu removed a lighter from his pocket.

Then he paused.

Footsteps approached through the flooded basement.

Slow.

Dragging.

A figure emerged from the darkness.

The researcher’s corpse.

Half of its body was now fused with pipes, wires, and broken wall panels. Adhesive strings stretched behind it in enormous bundles, connecting it directly to the building itself.

The apartment complex had become its body.

The corpse opened its mouth.

A thick stream of adhesive shot forward.

Yotsuyu dodged sideways.

The substance struck a boiler pipe.

Instant fusion.

Pressure built immediately.

Steam exploded outward.

The corpse lunged.

Yotsuyu activated I Am a Rock again.

Nearby metal tools flew violently toward the corpse as invisible attraction points shifted across the room. Wrenches, bolts, and rusted machinery slammed into the creature at deadly speeds.

But every impact only created more fused masses.

The corpse kept advancing.

The building trembled harder.

A support pillar cracked.

Yotsuyu understood.

There was no defeating the Stand conventionally.

The entire structure had already become part of its ability.

So he chose the simplest solution.

He grabbed the damaged gas valve.

And tore it open.

The hiss filled the basement instantly.

The corpse lurched forward.

Adhesive spread across the floor toward Yotsuyu’s feet.

Too slow.

Yotsuyu flicked the lighter.

For one brief second, the tiny flame illuminated the basement in warm orange light.

Then the world disappeared.

The explosion ripped through the lower floors like divine punishment.

Fire burst upward through elevator shafts and corridors in spiraling waves. Windows detonated outward across every side of the building. Adhesive masses ignited instantly, burning with thick black smoke that carried the smell of chemicals and melting plastic.

The apartment complex screamed.

Not metaphorically.

The collapsing pipes, twisting metal, and exploding concrete produced sounds almost identical to human agony.

Yotsuyu climbed out through a shattered maintenance exit as flames consumed the structure behind him.

Residents trapped inside pounded desperately against windows.

Some were already fused to the walls.

Others disappeared beneath falling debris before they could even scream.

The adhesive burned beautifully.

Golden.

Like tree resin melting in sunlight.

Fire trucks would not arrive for several more minutes.

By then it would be over.

Yotsuyu walked calmly across the empty parking lot.

Ash drifted through the night air around him.

The entire upper half of the building collapsed inward with a thunderous roar.

Concrete dust billowed into the sky.

Orange flames reflected in Yotsuyu’s dark eyes.

He reached a bench near the roadside vending machines and sat down.

Without hurry, he removed one of the wine bottles taken from the researcher’s apartment.

Miraculously intact.

He uncorked it.

Poured some into a paper cup.

And drank.

The burning building crackled in the distance.

Pieces of blackened paper floated through the air like snow.

Sirens echoed faintly somewhere far away.

Yotsuyu opened the notebook he had recovered.

Shipping routes.

Names.

Locations.

Everything necessary had survived.

Everything unnecessary had not.

A flaming section of roof collapsed inward.

More sparks rose into the night sky.

Yotsuyu drank again.

His face remained emotionless.

The ashes fell around him silently.

And somewhere inside the inferno, the last traces of the dead researcher’s Stand finally stopped moving.

I fell stupidly in love with Part 8 when I read it last autumn and whilst I have an actual Josuke/ S&W tattoo booked in a couple weeks, I had to honour one of my favourite battles. Tattooed by the wonderful @lexitats who has done most of my tattoos now

Because Tooru as the main villain, given what he represents, his relationship with the cast, and so on, was just perfect for the story that Jojolion was telling. He’s the quintessential rock-human, with the explanation of his birth process, and how his philosophy perfectly captures how rock humans think. He’s the personification of curses and calamities, which has been hinted at pretty much from the start (and he’s also literally targeted some characters in the cast since they were kids, and the Higashikatas since Radio Gaga), Now, sure, you’ll say that representing symbols or concepts from the story isn’t enough to make a good character, and you’re right but he’s also exceptionally well-written as a character, with an awesome symbolism and dynamics, etc. (I don’t really feel like doing a full analysis here, so I’ll stop there, but you get the idea). I hear a lot of people say that Jobin should have been the main villain etc but when I, aware of what the story is trying to tell, when I hear that, I say to myself, "But that would be bad on so many levels narratively, contextually, just so many”. I get that was thet pretty major antagonist of this part, they’ve seen his evolution, they’ve grown attached to him, etc yes, but narratively speaking, it wouldn’t make any sense. Jojolion is a story about breaking a curse, so does that mean Josuke is going to fight his brother, his own family, even though they just have conflicting values? No, that doesn’t make any sense; it wouldn’t fit with what Jojolion has been trying to tell from the very beginning of the part. The real enemies in this part are the rock humans so rokakaka organisation, but above all how curses and calamities impact peoples. And who is already responsible for that, but also the pinnacle of it all? it's that fckn damn Tooru. In my opinion, given everything Jojolion has established with its story, in the end, the only villain who could have the main villain of this part is inevitably a Tooru-like or at least someone who comes close to him in some way. So I’ve come to the conclusion that if you didn’t like Tooru, you’ve indirectly, implicitly, without even realizing it, already failed to understand what the story was trying to tell, but also didn’t necessarily really like what Jojolion was telling as a story. (Actually, that’s a bit of a stretch, you can still like it even if you don’t like the antagonist, but in that case it’s a bit of a special situation. Anyway, you get the idea.)

He had plenty of fights before but I didn't see him do anything besides throwing punches. Now he has a guard and is throwing professional looking kicks.

I interpret tooru’s discussion with kaato as him basically telling her that memories and dreams are the only things that truly matter, the only things that in the end remain, he also makes fun of jobin for not having achieved his dream

What confuses me is him saying that defeat or victory mean nothing to the rock on the cliffs(which symbolizes him) this is objectively false because victory is directly tied to tooru achieving his dream, we also see that he gets really desperate when hes about to lose

So what do you think? Was he just lying or there’s some deeper meaning to what he is saying? Apart from this single piece of dialogue tooru’s charachter is pretty clear to me

Recently got my first tattoo! Got the birthmark star but unlike most of the back shoulder ones I got it where Gappy has his :)

This part meant a lot to me and I love how it pops out through the collar.

Now I just gotta find some more clothes to show it off.

Marked nsfw just in case but yeah :)

Hey guys, i just wanted to express my feeling about one of the GREATEST stand of jojolion : Nut King Call. I don't know why but EVERYTHING about this stand from his design to his ability is so good AND OF COURSE his stand user had to be Joshu like come on. I am making this post because i never see anybody talk about this stand and i love him so that's it, just me expressing my love to this masterpiece of a creation.