The purple-hued spirit materialized behind Jotaro, its muscles rippling with repressed fury.
The barrage lasted for nearly thirty seconds—a lifetime of pain delivered in a single breath. Dan was propelled through the air, crashing through a brick wall and landing in a heap of broken stone and wasted ego.
The desert sun beat down on the Pakistani village, but the atmosphere around Jotaro Kujo was far colder. Stardust Crusaders: Jotaro Vs Steely Dan
Jotaro didn't say a word. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out the notebook he’d been carrying. He flipped it open to a page filled with neat, dense handwriting.
"This is a receipt," Jotaro said, his voice a low rumble. "For everything you’ve done today." The desert sun beat down on the Pakistani
For hours, Steely Dan—a man whose arrogance was as loud as his flashy outfit—had treated Jotaro like a personal servant. Because Dan’s microscopic Stand, , was held hostage inside the brain of Joseph Joestar, any damage dealt to Dan would be reflected tenfold onto Jotaro’s grandfather.
He began to read. "For the bridge... for the drinks... for the kick to my shin... and for making my grandfather suffer." He looked up, his eyes burning with a blue intensity. "The total comes to a price you can't afford." He flipped it open to a page filled
Jotaro adjusted his hat, the "receipt" fluttering to the ground near Dan’s unconscious body.
