A worldview is a grasp of the world's laws; a person's worldview influences their spirit, and the spirit, in turn, interferes with their physical body.
Now, "Kira Yoshikage" has completely fused with Kira Yoshikage's consciousness and spirit, thereby forging his own worldview and forming his own spirit.
"The heart is everything. The tranquility of the heart is true peace. I have made my resolve, what about you?"
Kira Yoshikage calmly walked out of the restaurant, not forgetting to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes and straighten his sleeves, making his attire neat.
He stood before the American soldiers like a gentleman, but the torn back of his clothes from the emergence of extra limbs, the pair of sharp, pale monstrous hands dangling to the ground, and the grotesque snakes constantly wriggling out of his mouth made him look like a monster.
Looking at this eerie man, the American soldiers were almost suffocating. Finally, after seeing him walk closer step by step and refuse to answer any of their questions, they couldn't hold back.
A trembling voice of fear came through the loudspeaker, "Stop, don't come any closer! If you dare to take another step, we will..."
Hearing this, Kira Yoshikage immediately stopped and, instead, gave them a gentle, gentlemanly smile.
"It seems you are very afraid of me approaching? There's nothing to be done, since you've disturbed my peace. Come, one last photo, won't you?"
As he spoke, Kira Yoshikage pulled out a small camera from his pocket, holding it and gently shaking it. His movements were light and slow, allowing them to see every detail.
Under their bewildered gaze, he maintained a deep smile and took a photo with a click.
The photo came out. It was a picture with Kira Yoshihiro in it.
"Alright, Yoshikage!"
Kira Yoshikage gently tore off the part of the photo where his father was, saying, "Goodbye."
The other part of the photo instantly exploded into dust, and at the same time, the bewildered people in the photo also instantly exploded, the entire area facing the photo being instantly cleared.
In that area, whether it was people or objects, soldiers or houses, everything was instantly blown to smithereens, not a single hair remaining, leaving a huge crater in front of Kira Yoshikage.
And the armies on both sides, who were not in the photograph, thus escaped the disaster.
"Hmm, don't be afraid, because I've also found and killed all your parents and relatives, so you don't have to worry about being lonely on the path to death."
Looking at the soldiers who froze instantly, and the tanks and planes that immediately opened fire on him, Kira Yoshikage gently put the camera back and tidied his pocket.
Killer Queen appeared behind him. Centered on him, the air within a three-meter radius had been transformed into contact-activated bombs. Anything that entered or approached was instantly detonated and destroyed.
Looking at the enemies before him who refused to communicate, Kira Yoshikage felt no anger. On the contrary, he grew calmer and calmer. "Shinobu, don't worry, I will avenge you. Just watch."
Apache helicopters circled in the sky, tanks rumbled in the distance, and shells rained down on Kira Yoshikage.
Even further away, several missiles were already poised, ready to bombard Kira Yoshikage, and in a hidden corner, a nuclear bomb had even been transported.
At this moment, Kishibe Rohan had just received his divine gift, and the American military had not yet planned to capture him alive.
Battle was imminent.
Kira Yoshikage took a deep breath, then picked up a pebble and threw it into the distance. The pebble instantly pierced a helicopter like a cannonball, then exploded in the air, blowing the entire helicopter to dust.
At the same time, because he had turned the stone into a bomb, he also experienced the baptism of gunfire for a time.
The bloody battle officially began... Meanwhile, in America.
Kujo Jotaro returned to his home, where his wife and daughter were.
The American night, unlike the chaos in Italy where Kira Yoshikage was, or the oppression in Japan, carried a sense of calm detachment.
Kujo Jotaro stood outside his villa, uncharacteristically hesitant.
He adjusted the brim of his always-crisp white overcoat, took a deep breath, and then opened the door with his key.
Warm light and the aroma of food rushed out, forming a stark contrast with the cold night outside.
In the living room, his wife was reading on the sofa, while his daughter, Jolyne Cujoh, was lying on the floor, squinting, not knowing what she was doing, seemingly playing a game.
(Let's just call her Mrs. Kujo. I really couldn't find her name. If anyone finds it, please let me know. Maybe I wasn't looking carefully.)
"I'm home," Jotaro's voice was deep, as always.
Mrs. Kujo looked up. Seeing him, a hint of almost imperceptible surprise flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by years of accumulated disappointment and resentment. The rift in their relationship had indeed appeared.
If things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before they completely headed towards divorce, but she hadn't expected her husband to suddenly return today. It seemed he still cared for her and their daughter.
She closed her book, her tone flat, "Oh, you're back. Have you eaten?"
Jolyne didn't even turn around, just pressed harder on the game controller. The characters on the screen made intense fighting sounds, as if venting something.
"Mm."
Jotaro responded and walked to the center of the living room. His tall figure seemed to make the living room feel a bit crowded.
He looked at the fine lines at the corners of his wife's eyes, then at his daughter's gradually growing back. A heavy sense of guilt weighed on his heart. His child was already 7 years old, but he hadn't spent much time with her, leaving her constantly lacking a father's love.
He was not a qualified father or husband. Most of his life was spent at sea, investigating anomalies, and battling dangers beyond comprehension.
This home was more like a temporary stop for him.
"Something wrong?" Mrs. Kujo keenly noticed his unusual solemnity.
Jotaro was silent for a moment, then took out a thick file bag from his overcoat's inner pocket and placed it on the coffee table. His expression became serious.
"Inside are the SPW Foundation's highest-level security protocols and custody documents. I've already signed them. Tomorrow, someone will pick you up and take you to an absolutely safe place."
The sound of the game abruptly stopped.
Jolyne spun around, her emerald eyes, so similar to Jotaro's, filled with shock and confusion. "What do you mean? Why do we have to leave? Where are we going to hide?"
Mrs. Kujo's face also turned pale, but as an adult, she was more mature and clearly sensed something. She picked up the file bag, her fingers trembling slightly, "What do you mean?"
Jotaro pulled down his hat brim, avoiding their gazes, his voice growing even deeper. He was about to embark on an adventure, but he didn't want his child and wife to know, to worry them.
"...The situation is very complicated. Some of my actions may have implicated you. I..."
He thought of Kishibe Rohan, who controlled Japan, and the omnipresent threat that might exist.
"I have to go, Jolyne..."
"It's always like this!" Jolyne suddenly stood up, agitated. "It's been like this since I was little! You're never home! You always have endless work! You scholar!
Where were you when Mom was sick? Where were you during my school play? Now you come back, and you want to pack us up like luggage and throw us into some dark underground bunker?!"
"Jojo!" Mrs. Kujo tried to stop her daughter, but her eyes were also teary. Her daughter's questions were, in a way, her own unspoken feelings of many years.
She was also reaching her breaking point, but she just looked at Jotaro, without nagging, hoping he would explain.
Jotaro's heart was pierced by his daughter's words. He opened his mouth, but the habitual "Yare yare daze" wouldn't come out. He just opened his mouth and said nothing.
He couldn't argue, because everything his daughter said was true. He had indeed fallen short in many ways. His heart was filled with love for them, but... He stepped forward, for the first time somewhat awkwardly, trying to place his hand on Jolyne's head, just like when she was little, but Jolyne defiantly dodged it.
Jotaro's hand froze in mid-air, finally slowly lowering. 'Indeed, I am not a qualified father.'
He looked at his daughter, his gaze more complex than ever, a mixture of sternness, guilt, and an unexpressed love.
"Jolyne," his voice was hoarse, "It is precisely because I don't want you to be harmed that I must do this."
He turned to his wife, seeing her trying to hold back tears, and his heart grew even heavier. His stiff white hat seemed to soften, losing its vitality.
"I'm sorry... The SPW will absolutely guarantee your safety. When I've dealt with everything, I will definitely return."
"Return? And then what? Next time there's an even stronger 'enemy,' will you disappear for another few years?"
Mrs. Kujo's voice was choked, but she tried to maintain her composure. She understood her husband, knew the heavy burden on his shoulders.
She knew how dangerous and absurd the world he faced was, but understanding and acceptance were two different things. At this statement, Jotaro fell silent. He couldn't make false promises.
Finally, he took a deep look at his wife and daughter, as if to engrave their images into the depths of his soul.
"Take care."
After saying these two words, he resolutely turned and strode towards the door. His back was still straight, but it carried an indescribable loneliness and determination. He was afraid that another second would shake his resolve to leave.
"Dad!" Just as his hand grasped the doorknob, Jolyne suddenly cried out with a sob.
Jotaro's footsteps paused.
"...You must come back." Jolyne's voice was very small, but it clearly reached his ears, carrying anger, grievance, and a hint of imperceptible worry.
Jotaro didn't turn back, just tightened his grip on the doorknob, his knuckles turning white.
"Ah." He responded in a low voice.
Then, he twisted the door open, his figure merging into the night outside. He didn't look back. He knew he had to embark on this path, not just for his wife and child, but also for this world.
The door gently closed, separating the two worlds inside and out.
Inside, Mrs. Kujo finally couldn't help but cover her face, tears silently falling.
Jolyne, with red eyes, bit her lip tightly, staring at the closed door. The game controller slipped from her hand, falling onto the carpet with a dull thud.
Outside, Jotaro looked up at the starless night sky, his expression beneath the hat brim as firm as iron. He took out his phone and dialed the SPW Foundation's number.
"It's me. Plan initiated."
After hanging up, he didn't linger. His tall figure quickly disappeared into the night.
(Reread Stone Ocean, it wasn't for nothing. I indeed found where I was mistaken. I've revised this chapter, and I apologize for that.)