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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
Johnny Joestar screams in grief and horror as he holds his young son in his arms.
"Johhny! What happened? Is Erina ok?" Slow Dancer, an old retirered uma and dear friend of Johnny comes running at them with all her might.
Slow Dancer looks in confusion at a healthy Erina, wondering what her friend and trainer is still grieving about.
With difficulty, Johnny tears his eyes away from his sickly son to look at her.
"S-Slow Dancer?...Slow Dancer!"
Johnny runs to her. Slow Dancer's eyes widen in horror when she sees what happened to Johnny's son.
"No..."
George Joestar, the son of Johnny Joestar, has been afflicted with the Rock Disease. His skin is slowly turning into stone.
"Dammit!" Slow dancer angrily stomps the ground.
"DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! WE USED THE CORPSE! ERINA'S DISEASE SHOULD'VE JUST GONE TO SOME RANDOM NOBODY! NOT GEORGE!!!" Slow Dancer's eyes begin to shed tears.
Johnny looks at Slow Dancer, then at George, then back at a weakened and confused Erina not far from them.
Between the tears of grief and sadness, a new determination ignites in his eyes.
"I know what I have to do. Slow dancer, get us out of here. I don't want Erina to see this."
Slow Dancer's eyes narrow in confusion. "Johnny... what are you-"
"Just do it!" Shouts her trainer angrily.
Slow Dancer takes in a deep breath and picks Johnny and George up. She runs in as good a form as she can muster, trying her best to ignore Erina who screams for them to wait.
As she runs, Slow dancer can feel Johnny trying to channel the Spin through her.
"Johhny, what are you-"
"I won't use the holy corpse anymore. It will bring misfortune to someone somewhere."
He hugs his son tightly and grits his teeth.
"George Joestar. I'm glad I was able to meet you. That is... enough for me. I couldn't exchange that for anything. It was a happiness... that can not be replaced."
He looks at the uma who has been with him through the Steel Ball Run race, the old woman who stood with him as they went against Valentine.
"Slow Dancer... Please take care of Erina and George for me."
Slow Dancer's gasps in horror. "Johnny don't! We can use the corpse again! We can solve this-"
She glances to her right, seeing Tusk act 4 taking shape.
Johnny points his finger at George.
"It will be exchanged for something of equivalent value. But I have something here I couldn't exchange for anything."
Johnny fires a fingernail through his son's head and then his own.
They fall from Slow Dancer's arms. The uma tries to stop her momentum and moves back to catch George before he hits the ground.
"George! Are you... okay...?" Her dread rises when she notices his skin is no longer stone. Her breath quickens as she looks where Johnny fell of.
The sight of her beloved trainer and friend now afflicted with the rock disease makes her flinch.
She gently puts George down and moves to comfort Johnny during his last moments, only for a rock to randomly fall and crush his head.
"JOHNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
She immediately moves back to George's side and buries his head in her chest, praying to God he wasn't able to see his father's corpse.
"Uwaaaaa!!! Aaaaaaaa!!!" Slow Dancer cries for her friend. American government agents approach them to retrieve the corpse, along with Erina.
Her eyes widen when she looks at her husband's dead body, then at the crying Slow Dancer embracing her son.
Erina begins to cry as well and wraps her arms around Slow Dancer and George.
~~A few years Later~~
"And so, he saved his son. And he saved his wife, Rina. Johnny Joestar took their place and died at that spot." A sad Slow dancer tells a fellow uma as they both sit on a bench near where Johnny died.
Valkyrie, the uma who's trainer was Gyro Zeppeli, runs a tired hand through her hair.
"Damn... Gyro's dead. Johnny's dead. Why couldn't ot have been some random suckers to bite the dust? Why did it have to be our trainers? You know the brat Gyro was racing for?"
Slow Dancer slightly widens her eyes. "Did... did he still get executed?"
Valkyrie groans in frustration. "Oh no. That part went great! The Naples monarchy fell and he got pardoned... AND HE DIED OF A COLD LATER! SO GYRO DIED FOR NOTHING!!!!"
She covers her face with her hands and takes in a deep breath. "So yea... that was... something. How are you holding up?"
Slow Dancer sighs. "Me and Erina are.. managing. I was basically family anyway. He he... "Aunty Slow" is what George calls me. Can you believe that?"
She shakes her head lightly. "But enough about me. So what's this job offer you're talking about?"
Valkirye pulls out a piece of paper and gives it to slow dancer. "Tracen Academy. Yayoi Akikawa, the director, heard about all the shit we went through in the Steel Ball Run race. At this point, I'm too old to be a student, so she wants to hire me as a trainer."
Slow dancer reads the paper and humms in contemplation. "Does she know about the Spin?"
"Unless there are some Naples raised umas in that school, I don't think so. Should be fun teaching some brats about it."
"Heh... If it's gonna be anything like how Gyro taught me and Johnny the Spin, then I pray for whoever is gonna be your victim. So, you agreed to it already then?"
Valkyrie smirks and folds her hands behind her head. "I told her I'm not training shit unless she hires you too."
Slow dancer chokes on her drink and coughs loudly.
"V-Valkyrie! Tracen is so far away from Morioh! I promised Johnny I will watch over Erina and George."
Valkyrie shurgs. "Then bring them to Tracen too. Akikawa already gives free housing to students. Who not to Johnny's wife and kid?"
Slow dancer sighs in defeat. "I will send a letter to Tracen after I talk with Erina and George. Oh by the way."
Slow dancer pulls out a green steel ball and presents it to Valkyrie. "You got any more of these?"
Valkyrie gives her a wide toothy grin. "Nyo-ho!"
Slow Dancer deadpans. "Gyro did it better."
Valkyrie deadpans right back. "You want steel balls or not?"