[reuploading till chapter 20]
On the way to the infirmary, Shintaro quietly adjusted his breathing.
The rhythm Joseph had drilled into him over the past two days moved through him naturally now — deep, steady, originating from the diaphragm rather than the lungs. Hamon circulated along his bloodstream, warm and deliberate, flowing toward the wound on his arm like water finding the lowest path.
It wasn't enough to close the injury completely. But it was enough to matter.
By the time they reached the infirmary door, the bleeding had slowed to almost nothing. The torn flesh had begun to draw together at the edges under the gentle, persistent pressure of Hamon — not healed, but stabilizing.
"We're here." Jotaro pushed the door open without knocking.
Inside, a young female school doctor stood with her back turned, rummaging through a drawer. On the far side of the room, two male students lay on the beds with conspicuously flushed expressions that had nothing to do with illness.
At the sound of the door, both students urgently shoved something — manga, from the brief glimpse — under their blankets. Then they looked up and saw Jotaro.
Their faces went pale.
"I — it's Kujo Jotaro —"
"Shh! Don't make a sound. He'll kill us."
Jotaro ignored them entirely. He stepped inside, moved aside, and gestured at Shintaro.
"He's injured. Treat him."
The school doctor turned around — and immediately looked straight past Shintaro.
"Ah, it's JoJo," she said casually. "Why aren't you in class this time?"
Jotaro's expression darkened. "Someone's injured here," he repeated, voice flat with controlled impatience. "Didn't you hear me?"
"Ah — right, sorry." Her gaze finally dropped to Shintaro standing beside him. When she registered the blood soaking through his sleeve, her brow creased. "Student, sit here. Let me take a look."
Shintaro nodded and moved to the chair.
He kept his face composed. He knew the plot — he knew this school doctor was being controlled by Noriaki Kakyoin through Hierophant Green. But his own presence had introduced a butterfly effect that he couldn't fully predict. The timing was already off. The ambush hadn't happened where it should have. Which meant she might not be under Kakyoin's influence yet.
Or she might be, and simply waiting for a better opening.
Either way: caution.
While he walked to the chair, he sent a quiet command inward. Boys. Stay sharp. No moving without my signal. The woman in front of us might be compromised.
The Black Sperm responded with a chorus of eager murmurs before he firmly cut the connection. He did not need their commentary right now.
"How did this happen?" the school doctor asked, examining his arm. "This is a fairly deep cut."
"Missed a step on the stairs," Shintaro replied smoothly. "Clumsy moment."
"Hmm." She reached for the scissors on her desk. "I'll need to cut the sleeve open."
"No need," Shintaro said immediately, shrugging off the uniform jacket without being asked. "I'll take it off myself — I'd hate to ruin it."
The truth was simpler: Holly had altered precisely one uniform overnight. He couldn't afford to lose it to scissors.
The school doctor paused, then shrugged as he laid the jacket aside. "...Strange," she murmured, leaning closer to his arm. "This injury looks recent, but the edges are already closing."
Shintaro smiled politely. "People's constitutions vary, I suppose."
"Tch," she said, something like amusement crossing her face. "You're more cooperative than JoJo, I'll give you that."
Jotaro, standing by the window, stared out at the schoolyard and pretended not to hear.
The disinfection began. Cotton pressed against skin. The sting was clean and controlled. Nothing unusual in her movements.
Shintaro didn't relax.
"The wound will need stitches," she said, reaching for a needle.
"Please be steady," Shintaro replied, eyes tracking the needle's approach. "I'm not great with sharp objects."
The needle moved closer.
Closer.
Every fine hair on his forearm stood on end simultaneously.
Something was wrong.
Gogogogogogogogogo —
The atmosphere shifted like a pressure change before a storm. The warmth drained from the school doctor's eyes all at once — replaced by something hollow, mechanical, and cold.
Without a word of warning, she snapped her wrist.
The needle reversed.
Not toward the wound.
Directly toward Shintaro's carotid artery.
There was no theatrical buildup. No escalating tension. Just the sudden, absolute certainty of a strike aimed to kill.
Even Jotaro, two meters away, was a fraction of a second too late.
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo!
A dense, rapid eruption of impacts rang through the infirmary.
A mass of black exploded from Shintaro's collar — the Black Sperm responding to his pre-issued command before he could even consciously form the thought. They stacked together in a frantic, disorganized cluster just as the needle closed to within two centimeters of his skin.
"Whoa whoa whoa — is she insane?!"
"That force — it's trying to kill him!"
"Boss! The neck is slippery — can't get proper footing —!"
The thrust was blocked. Just. The force knocked Shintaro backward off the chair.
Golden sparks detonated beneath his feet.
"Hamon — Slide!"
Hamon flooded his legs and the chair scraped violently across the floor as he launched himself backward, clearing the school doctor's reach in a single fluid motion. He landed, breathing controlled, establishing distance.
"Boys," he ordered sharply, "restrain her. Don't damage the host body."
The Black Sperm obeyed without argument for once. They poured from his shadow in a dark, surging wave.
"This woman tried to hurt the boss!" "Finally — actual work!" "Hey — stop tripping me, you idiot!"
A living black tide flooded the infirmary.
The moment Shintaro disengaged, the school doctor turned on Jotaro with feral intensity. He caught her wrist.
"You woman — have you completely lost your mind?!"
"JoJo — she's being controlled!" Shintaro shouted. "It's a Stand!"
The two students on the sickbeds screamed.
"What's happening?!"
"The teacher's gone crazy —!"
She lunged toward Jotaro with her teeth.
A massive purple hand appeared, clamping onto her wrist — Star Platinum, precise and absolute. Jotaro yanked himself free and stepped back, unwilling to seriously harm a civilian who wasn't responsible for her own actions.
By then the Black Sperm had reached her legs. They climbed. They locked. They swarmed upward in layers.
"GET OFF ME!" she screamed. "You disgusting cockroach things —!"
"WHO are you calling a cockroach?!"
"Watch your mouth, old woman!"
"Move again and I'll crawl into your nostril!"
In seconds she was pinned to the floor — cocooned entirely in black, only her head exposed, eyes rolled back, mouth working in wordless fury.
Shintaro stepped forward slowly, eyes sharp and focused, looking directly into her pupils.
There you are.
He raised his voice.
"Listen carefully! Don't damage the host — drag out what's hiding inside her. That's the Stand. Beat it until it can't move."
The Black Sperm shrieked in unison.
"YES, BOSS!"
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