Diavolo, a name that sounds the same as the word "devil", is like an arrow rooted in Polnareff's heart, and he will never forget it. When facing such a demon, he made two mistakes that should not have happened.

First, he alone investigated a black organization that had completely infiltrated Italy, but failed to inform his partners in time.

Secondly, even though he already knew the true identity of the boss of this organization, he did not expect that the ability of this young man was so evil that it was far beyond his imagination!

When he was hit by the devil and fell from the cliff, time seemed to be stretched. The sound of falling through the air was like the sound of a train whistle, whizzing through his mind. In just a moment, everything disappeared, even the pain of losing both legs, right hand and right eye. It was like the large white light left by a camera when taking a picture, making people unable to think for a short time.

But he was still alive. When he fell onto a large rock at the bottom of the cliff, he could hear his own faint, strong heartbeat, like a drum beating, ringing in his ears. Intense pain swept through his body, and every nerve seemed to be burned by fire. He could feel his blood flowing out recklessly. In a short while, he might bleed the last drop of blood in his body and disappear silently from this world.

"Is there no hope of defeating him..." This was a voice so soft that even Polnareff himself could not hear it. Before death approached, he was still thinking about how to defeat the opponent. In this despair, he wanted to pass his message to his partner.

Jean Pierre Polnareff is a true knight whose life is full of suffering. In the first half of his life, he traveled to Egypt to find the murderer of his sister, and thus met the most important partner who is as precious as his own life. Even now, he is fighting to prevent the "arrow" from falling into the hands of bad people and strive to defeat evil.

At the end of his life, Polnareff seemed to have returned to a few years ago, the ups and downs he encountered in the yellow sand, and the trustworthy partner who gave his life to him.

But now, Polnareff is alone. Is there really no way? Polnareff's empty eyes were fixed on the cliff looking at his evil incarnation. But this time, he inadvertently noticed the silver-haired boy who stood beside the devil.

Polnareff's eyes were already blurry, but he felt that he seemed to have seen such a child somewhere... where was it... ?

[Haha——I see. You are the warriors who defeat the big boss in the game, right?]

[You asked me what my name is? Well, just call me Catfishtail! Are any of you Japanese? Do you think my name is familiar? … …Forget about the French and Indians over there, but how come you two high school students are also… I get it! Your history must be terrible! ]

[So I'm also very bored. They basically treat me as if I don't exist. I miss my brother so much - if he were here... No, let's not do that. It's too dangerous here.]

[I'm sorry, but I'm also your enemy. Please try your best to defeat my boss, so that I can be considered a trophy and become yours! ]

[Of course, the premise of this sentence is that you have to defeat me first. I won't show mercy, okay?]

[Congratulations, you have successfully defeated the big boss. Do you want me to squat in the treasure chest as a prize... It hurts! Why are you hitting me! ]

[…You ask about my brother? That guy, how should I put it, is a very gentle child.]

[Well, although I don’t know where he is, I know that he is somewhere in this world. Sooner or later, I will find him.]

The smile of the black-haired boy with a high ponytail seemed to still be in front of him, but the blurred vision could no longer become clear. Polnareff just smiled bitterly in his heart... I think I found your brother, Catfishtail...

When he said the name in his mind, he himself did not notice that the inconspicuous purple guard hanging inside his clothes suddenly emitted a faint silver-white light. The silver-haired boy standing on the cliff also looked vaguely at the body that should have been a corpse.

Darkness covered the entire world. Polnareff didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The sound of tsunamis rang in his ears. The cold night breeze made Polnareff's body lose consciousness a long time ago, and even the numbness and pain disappeared.

He opened his eyes belatedly, but instead of seeing the expected heaven or hell, he was met with a pair of purple eyes full of doubt and confusion. The silver-haired boy blinked and said in a calm tone, "You are still alive."

Polnareff's breathing stopped for a moment - even if there was a catfish tail filter, he understood Diavolo's evil better than anyone else, and he also understood that "weapons" did not have the nature of self-obeying orders. Could this child be Diavolo's backup plan to confirm whether he was really dead? !

Although they have exactly the same face, the silver-haired boy's face can only show a completely opposite inhuman coldness. Only his pure and clean eyes seem to reveal some other emotions.

He seemed to have guessed Polnareff's question, or was just explaining his current behavior to himself, "The boss thought you couldn't be alive, and didn't give me any extra orders."

"No human can survive in a situation like yours." The silver-haired boy opened his hand. In his slender and beautiful palm fell the object, which was the purple guardian that Polnareff was very familiar with. He asked, "Where did you get this?"

Polnareff did not answer, not because he did not want to speak, but because he could not speak at all. His severed limb was not bandaged, but for some reason the bleeding had slowly stopped. However, in this situation, he had no chance of saving himself.

As if he didn't understand the current situation, the silver-haired boy waited for a long time without getting an answer, then he looked at Polnareff who was lying on the ground blankly, "... Can't you speak?"

If it were Polnareff from a few years ago, he would probably hold his breath and jump up, point at him and complain, "Do you think I can talk now?" - this kind of expression.

But now, having experienced countless things and having become mature and vigilant, Polnareff simply closed his eyes and let everything go.

The silver-haired boy was silent for a while, put the broken guard back into Polnareff's arms, turned around and left, leaving only a sentence that sounded like a whisper to himself: "Wait a little longer, the tide will recede."

Polnareff's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at the man who had said such blatant words of betrayal to Diavolo in disbelief, but all he could see was the back of the slender figure.

Polnareff gritted his teeth and chose to believe the other party's words. About half an hour later, Polnareff no longer had the ability to calculate time. The sea water that had originally submerged the rocks actually began to recede as the other party had said.

Regardless of whether it was a conspiracy or not, Polnareff could not let go of this opportunity. Even if he lost both legs and his right hand, what would happen? He still had one hand. He could crawl and drag his body away from here.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Polnareff was struggling to crawl forward on the beach, the place in his arms where he was guarding seemed to have a faint warmth, and even the pain in his body seemed to be alleviated.

This was their first meeting. After leaving the cliff, Polnareff was alert for a long time and wanted to contact the outside world, but he found that his identity had disappeared long ago. Whether it was telephone, mail, or media, he could not contact his partners. He was isolated by the entire society.

He could only hide in an abandoned house in the countryside, hiding his identity.

About a month later, when Polnareff was resting, he suddenly noticed subtle movements. Ever since he was defeated by Diavolo, the lively and enthusiastic knight seemed to have disappeared. He was alert to everything that happened around him.

Polnareff maintained a steady breathing, while his stand, Silver Chariots, who also had only one hand left, suddenly appeared behind the outsider.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the moonlight, no longer blocked, shone into the room through the window, illuminating the figure of the silver chariot and the visitor's equally bright silver hair. "It's me," he said.

Polnareff did not let down his guard, and the Stand did not disappear. "What are you doing here?!"

The silver-haired boy stood under the moonlight, and through the analysis of the silver chariot's body, he set his eyes on Polnareff, "It seems that you can already speak."

A month later, the boy asked the same question again, "Where did you get that Yushou from?"

Polnareff frowned, and subconsciously pressed his hand on the place where the guard was placed. "Why are you asking this?! Why should I tell you!"

The boy seemed stumped by the question. To Polnareff's surprise, he bowed politely in Japanese style and said, "I'm sorry, it was too sudden."

Then he left.

Polnareff: ???

After this, about two months later, the boy no longer appeared suddenly, but knocked on the door seriously and entered the room after Polnareff's permission. Polnareff couldn't tell whether he was more frightened by the sudden appearance at night or by the fact that he came in so politely in the broad daylight when he could be easily seen.

The boy held a purple guardian that was almost identical to Polnareff's but quite new. "Can I trade this with you?"

Polnareff refused coldly, but he seemed to have grasped the feeling of talking to the boy. He stopped him before he left and asked, "Why do you want to know the answer so much?"

The boy blinked, turned around, and answered in a blank tone: "I don't know, I just feel very familiar."

Polnareff held his breath. He seemed to realize what the sense of disharmony he had felt from this boy from the beginning was.

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