One of us needs to head to the island and take him out.
This situation is perfect for it.
So let's get to it!
Mista! He's already on the radio!
Shoot!
Shit, this is bad!
Shit is gonna get ugly if I let this truck get away!
Episodio 08 Sex Pistols Appears Part 2
Ever since Guido Mista was a child, he viewed life in simple terms and lived a carefree existence.
He enjoyed sleeping...
He enjoyed watching the morning sun shining through tree branches and the clouds lazily drifting by...
He enjoyed the scent of wine and eating cheese...
Every time he spotted cute girls, he would try to chat them up, even if they shot him down.
If he ran out of money, he would jump any jerks lined up in front of the local cinema who were badmouthing movie stars.
At times, he was beaten so badly that the police were forced to get involved...
...but Mista's life up until this point was a happy one.
His carefree nature was occasionally mistaken for foolishness...
...but Mista believed it wasn't good to overthink things since it invited fear into one's heart.
When Mista turned 17, he learned from a certain incident...
...that everyone's destiny is pre-determined.
Though people tend to stall or take detours when they're young...
...they ultimately end up traveling the path they were destined to take.
One clear summer night, Mista found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets as he always did...
Mista!
Yo! Wanna go have a good time?
Sorry, we already have plans!
Ciao!
Later!
No! Get off of me!
I told you to cut that shit out! Now shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up! Quit screaming!
The woman being brutalized inside the parked car was half naked.
She was bleeding from her nose and mouth, and about to lose consciousness.
For a moment, Mista hesitated to get involved, but...
Y-You fucking asshole!
Because of his carefree nature, his body acted instinctively.
You son of a bitch! What did you do to our bro?
You fucking punk!
No matter how certain you may be, there's no guarantee you'll hit your target even at close range.
It's all too easy to pull the trigger without aiming your gun at your target when panicked or rushed.
Both shots fired by the hooligan flew under Mista's arm and were swallowed by the darkness.
The fuck?!
S-Stay back! You hear me?!
Three, four, five, six shots!
Unbelievably, they were all lost to the darkness.
His panicked friends began to shoot, as well.
However, by what can only be described as a miracle...
...Mista wasn't hit by a single shot.
Meanwhile, Mista was astonished at his own state of quiet concentration.
What the fuck is going on?
Wh-Who the hell is this guy?!
Bro!
Wh-What are you -
After stealing one of the guns and some bullets...
...Mista calmly loaded the cylinder amidst the ensuing gunfire...
...then pulled the trigger as calmly as a nurse inserting a needle into a patient's arm.
He pointed the gun at the three men's faces and shot four perfect shots.
Of course, this was the first time he had ever killed someone...
...but he felt no hesitation or remorse.
During such a hopeless situation, Mista made the decision to cut through the shadows.
Eat lead!
The guy driving must be the truck's owner...
...because...
...his right leg isn't injured.
I wasn't planning on killing you, but...
O-Oww!
Shit! You shot me twice, you fucking asshole!
Quit moving around! I'm gonna aim properly this time, dammit!
Why did I just say such a stupid one-liner?
That's not what I should have said!
I should be asking how the hell he's still alive! He took a bullet straight to the head!
Did my bullet somehow miss a vital part of his brain?
That's real fucking cute, Mista.
Your name is Mista, isn't it?
I know you have a friend with you here in Capri...
...but you're the only one who's seen my face, right?
Eh, Mista?
After I caught on to your little trap with the radio, I was shot twice by your surprise attack, but...
...if I fight you face-to-face with my Stand, Kraftwerk...
...I'll have no problem deflecting bullets from that puny little revolver of yours.
By the way, I was a bit too caught up in the moment to count...
...but how many bullets have you shot, huh?
You've fired four on this truck so far, haven't you?
And I'm pretty sure you fired two back at the watchhouse in Marina Grande.
Am I right? Did I count that right, Mista?
I have nothing to worry about if I get close enough to beat the shit out of you, do I?
Crap, I need to reload!
Wh-What the hell?!
Th-This can't be happening! My left hand is stuck!
Whoa!
Hey, you! Quit driving and stop the damn truck already, idiot!
I wish I could... Someone stop us, please...
Someone stop this truck! I can't do anything...
Think about it for a second...
Why would I be so kind as to tell you that you're out of bullets?
You think I'm trying to help you here?
Mista...
The only reason I told you is because I'm confident you'll never escape this truck.
Also, the driver can't take his foot off the gas pedal...
...and he can't let go of the steering wheel.
I'm telling you this because I know you can't reload with your left hand fixed to the truck.
Those are the bullets that bastard's Stand deflected...
They're frozen there in midair, like he fixed them in place so they'd move with the truck!
Fixed in place...
He must have used his ability to fix the bullets in place midair, just like he fixed me and the driver to the truck...
He has the ability to fix anything he touches in place!
The bullet I shot at him stopped at the skin around his wound...
...which is why it didn't hit anything vital and kill him!
To be totally honest with you, Mista...
...I'm really happy you decided to attack me!
Happy enough that I'm willing to forget you wounded me!
I mean, it wasn't exactly obvious if Polpo's fortune really existed or not.
It was just a rumor from a bunch of thugs , after all.
But the fact that you attacked me basically confirms that it exists, right?
I'm overcome with hope and motivation, dude!
Now I can really stick it to Buccellati and steal all ten billion from his smug ass!
I told you I'd have no problem deflecting your bullets, didn't I?
Yee-haw!
Wh-What?! Another bullet came out from the shadows?
He fired two bullets in a single shot?
Is that Mista's Stand?
Still...
I can just barely deflect it!
Got him!
Nice work Sex Pistols Number 6 and Number 7!
And now that I knocked him off the truck...
...I have nothing to worry about!
O-Oww! You fucking shot me again, you asshole!
But you're not getting away that easily...
This is for ten billion! You can't escape me!
There has to be a way to defeat him...
But he's really strong... That much is true...
Can I really do this?
Blood...
A vehicle...
Mista and the enemy must be in a car headed toward the top of the island!
Will I be able to catch up with them?
Regardless, I need to find myself a car and pursue them!
Four bullets?
What the hell is going on here?
I only have four bullets!
Why do I only have four left? Seriously!
Mista, it's 'cause ya spilled a bunch of bullets!
'Cause ya spilled 'em!
Four's super-duper bad!
Don't load up all four! It's gonna be bad!
I-I can take my hands off the wheel!
Yes! My feet, too!
I can finally stop this thing!
Don't you dare stop!
Huh? B-But you were telling me to stop earlier!
The most recent thing I tell you is what I want, at least as far as you're concerned!
So listen up! I wanna head back to Marina Grande!
My backup is still at the marina.
There's gotta be another way back there!
I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll even thank you if you take me back.
Got that?
That asshole is stopping the bullets at the first layer of his skin so they don't penetrate his body...
The ability to fix things in place...
How am I supposed to beat that?
If I can land a shot inside his mouth...
...his innards should be totally defenseless!
That might actually kill him!
But I only have four bullets left...
Damn, talk about unlucky!
Even three would have been better!
Now that I've seen his face and know who he is, I don't need to do anything risky.
It's a lot safer for me to meet up with Giorno back at the marina.
I have extra bullets with the rest of my things, too.
Th-That asshole!
No way! He climbed all the way up the cliff?!
Hey, stop the truck!
Huh? What is it now?
I said stop the truck!
Hurry and do it!
Th-That's the guy from earlier!
Mista...
There's no way in hell I'm gonna let you tell your buddies who I am!
You're not getting away from me, Mista!
He can fix rocks in midair like he did to my bullets earlier?
Did he climb on them all the way up here like a ladder?
Why the hell did you stop the truck, moron?!
Huh?
Get moving!
Full speed ahead! You'll regret it if you stop!
You wanna settle this here, don't you?
So let's do this!
Driver, don't you dare stop this truck!
I just have to lightly tap it with my finger...
Even if I just tap it lightly over and over...
...it will keep building up potential energy in place.
I can't hit it too hard...
It will throw off my aim and make it obvious which way it's gonna fly.
And with that... here it goes!
What?!
It came back to you, Mista!
Those three Stands of yours just lost control and flew off!
Just a little at a time...
Just gotta keep tapping it with a little bit of force...
Just like tapping an SOS in Morse code.
It's impossible to aim perfectly, so it's no good for targets that keep moving around...
...but I can definitely use it on you while you're like this!
Th-This really sucks...
Talk about bad luck...
The number four always screws me over!
It has ever since I was a kid...
There are just some karmic relations you can't see...
Still, other than that, it's a good number...
I only have one bullet left, but that means the worst is over now, right?
The number is one now, goddammit!
Number 5! Number 6! Group up!
We're gonna group up for this last one!
This's the last one, so go all out!
Yeah!
Stay right where you are, Mista!
Don't try shooting me again, idiot!
No matter what abilities the Stands attached to your bullets use or how many times you shoot me, especially at this distance...
...I have the upper hand here!
I have all the time in the world to defend myself!
Everything you've experienced up until now has made you realize it's impossible to beat me, right, Mista?
If I told you...
...that I only have one bullet left in this chamber, would you believe me?
I'm being honest.
I only have one bullet left.
If I shoot it and you're somehow able to deflect it...
...I'll be out of bullets.
I'm telling you this now since you'd just figure it out, anyway.
If I screw up this last shot, you'll say something like "Mista, you're all outta bullets, huh?"
Though now I'm just talking hypothetically...
I'm definitely gonna shoot you with this last, final bullet!
What are you pointlessly rambling on about, Mista?
I don't give a shit how many bullets you have left.
Whether you fire a single bullet or a hundred, you'll never beat me!
Nothing pointless about it...
You're gonna let your guard down now that I've told you I only have one bullet left.
This is pointless.
He's gonna use his Stand!
We got this!
Let's do it! Only one target!
All or nothing!
You're aiming for the inside of my mouth.
Am I wrong?
He opened his mouth on purpose!
He's not gonna protect himself?
We just gotta charge on in!
I knew it...
Oww...
I knew you were aiming there...
For the inside of my mouth!
That's what any normal person would think.
That I shouldn't have the ability to fix things inside of my body.
It's a lot harder to defend myself, so I opened my mouth for you!
You're kidding me...
He can even guard himself from my bullets by fixing them in his mouth?
Fuck! This shit really hurts!
But hey, at least you weren't lying about that being your last bullet.
You're not taking another shot.
You done now, Mista?
If you're finished...
The launching power in this baby...
...is more than ready, Mista!
I win! Take this! Release!
He really did let his guard down!
All 'cause Mista was outta bullets!
We just wanted to get in closer! Closer we are, the better we aim!
Wh-What?!
Wh-When did they -
Fuck! They're too close!
Let's do it, fellas!
Aim!
Kraftwerk! Defend!
The bullet split in two?!
It won't matter if he gets another clean hit on me...
But... he's not aiming for that, is he?
I'm fucked!
Don't tell me... he's aiming for that!
That's -
I aimed for the same wound.
I shot another round at the one still fixed inside your head...
...knowing that even if you fixed it in place, it would still shove the first one even farther into your head!
I mean, I'm kinda screwed if you survived that, too, but...
We did it!
Come on, Number 3...
I keep telling you to not bully Number 5. Jeez...
He's still barely hanging in there, even though he's got a bullet lodged in his brain...
Guess your Stand really is invincible.
I was able to follow Buccellati's order not to kill you, but...
Hey, take us back! Back to the marina!
What do you want from me?!
What the hell are you guys doing?!
Shit...
They've really pressed my buttons!
Telling me to stop, then go...
I'm not a fuckin' taxi, assholes!
How dare you threaten me?!
I'll let them off the hook this time, but they're really gonna get it next time!
I'm terribly sorry, but I'm pursuing someone.
Could you take me to the top of the island in your truck?
Quit wasting time! I'm desperate here!
You're going to take me there, got it?!
Y-Yes, sir...
yume o shibaritsukeru
omotai sadame no ishi ni
marude oshitsubusarete
doko ni mo nigerarenai
hitasura agaki nagara
dakedo akiramenai
gareki no soko ni umoreta kibou no kakera tachi
kitto kono te de mitsukedasu sa
sekai o kaeru tame ni
Fighting gold
jibun no michi o shinjita mono dake ga
itsuka kagayakeru
inochi no kagiri
kami ni mo sakarai
tatakaitsuzukeru
fukutsu no tamashii tachi yo
Fighting gold
A heavy stone of fate
which has chained up my dreams
is threatening to crush me
Struggle as I may,
there's nowhere left to run
But I'll never give in
Though fragments of hope lie buried beneath the rubble
I swear I'll dig them up with my own two hands
in order to make a difference in this world
Only those who believe in the path they take
will one day shine brightly
As long as they live,
even if opposed by God,
they will battle on
with their indomitable souls
Every time I close my eyes
I wake up feeling so horny
I can't get you outta my mind
Cause sexin' you be all I see
I would give anything
Just to make you understand me
I don't give a damn about nothing else
Freek'n you is all I need
Tonight, I need your body (I need your body)
Tonight, you got my time (oh get it baby)
Tonight you won't be sorry (yeah)
Tonight, you got my mind
You got my mind, all I wanna do is freak you
What must I say (oh tell me)
What must I do (what must I do?)
To show how much
I think about freek'n you (feel it)
What must I say
What must I do (yeah, yeah)
To show how much
I think about freek'n you
Power: A Speed: A Range: E Durability: C Precision: E Growth Potential: E
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