Rosario and Joestar

[EvaUnit01]

You spend the next considerable while training your Ripple in the woods, thinking in particular about potential foes with elemental powers. While Hamon is itself an incredible advantage against watery opponents, fire strikes you as a particularly fearsome adversary. With this in mind, you set about attempting to create a new technique that will give you an advantage.

With a tremendous burst of insight, you successfully create a new Hamon technique. Capable of assimilating environmental heat and converting it into Hamon energy, you have created Red Comet Overdrive!

_______

You've just woken up for the day, and are immediately confronted with Mizore. Apparently, she snuck into your dorm while you were sleeping, and has draped herself across you in the meantime. She's still asleep. And, as always, more than just a little bit cute.

[]Wake her up.
-[]Roughly.
-[]Violently.
-[]Kindly.
-[](write-in)
[]Let her wake up on her own.

It's almost the end of the current term. In just a week or two, summer vacation is going to begin.

[]Your phone's ringing.
Witch Hill arc.
[]Someone is frantically pounding at the door.
Student Protection Committee arc.

 

[EvaUnit01]

You spend a moment or two, just watching the slumbering slip of a girl on top of you. On the one hand there isn't really anything to keep you from continuing to do so.... but you have other plans for today.

"Oi." You poke at the top of Mizore's head as she slumbers on your chest.

Waking up, she lazily opens one eye and stares at you.

"Mn?"

"Get off."

Mizore looks at you for a moment, before the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. You can tell she's thinking something dirty, and you scowl at her for it.
With no further reaction, Mizore quietly complies with your request and slides off of you. "Sure."

You rise up to sit, muttering to yourself about crazy stalker girls, when your cell phone rings. The old man doesn't call just for bullshitting around, so you decide to go ahead and answer it. "Yeah?"

"Jotaro. Your school year's about to end, right? I think it's time I arranged to personally oversee your Hamon training."

...what the hell is he talking abou- oh. "Japanese school starts in April and doesn't end until March, old man. ...but yeah, summer break is in a few days."

There is a brief muttering on the other end of the line, which you're sure consists of Gramps making agitated comments about cultural differences between the US and Japan. You're fresh out of damns to give about it, so you let him vent for a moment.

"<sigh> In any case, I've got some business arrangements in the area of..."

You listen as Joseph rattles off an address.

"Given a few weeks beyond that, I can assess your current progress. ...and maybe see what that damned monster school is up to..."

Gramps has offered to assess and oversee your Hamon training over the summer break.

Take him up on the offer?

[]YES! YES! YES!
[]Like hell I will!

 

[rikalous]

May as well make this an actual competition, instead of one guy taking it by default.

Spoiler: Omake

"So you want to be stronger, Tsukune?" said Yukari. "Behold! This artifact will make you make you a match for Jotaro or Inner Moka! And then Moka will be impressed with how manly and badass you are-"

"Which sounds great," said Tsukune, cutting her off before she could start talking about acts illegal in most prefectures again. "But how is some old Incan mask going to make me stronger?"

"Aztec, not Incan. We'll work on your smarts later. And it's quite simple. While you're wearing it you just need to drip a little bit of blood on it, like this, and then those spikes trigger pressure points in the brain and really, Tsukune." Yukari gave an aggrieved sigh. "It's very rude to rush off and start clawing desperately at the exits when someone else is talking."

"S-Sorry. The spikes popping out where my skull is supposed to go caught me off guard."

"Well you don't have to worry. It's perfectly safe for humans. That's well-documented. It's only monsters it's fatal to. Well, probably fatal. There wasn't always a body left behind, or at least not a whole body, just some-"

"Why don't we skip to the part that demonstrates that it's not actually going to kill me," cut in Tsukune. The worst part was that she was actually trying to calm him down. His new friends were lovely people and Gin, but they were also the sort of folks who considered gravestones "homey."

Yukari sighed again. "That's the trouble with the education system in this country. Everyone's so focused on grades and competition that they lose track of the sheer joy of learning. But fine. Here." She carefully placed the stone mask on Tsukune, who was sitting as still as he could possibly could lest an errant tremble send a spike into the wrong part of his brain. A spray of blood, a flash of light-

-and in that moment Tsukune forgot what fear felt like.

"Yes!" he roared, rearing up to his full height. A stamping foot shattered the floor, a wide-flung arm shattered the wall. "I can feel the power! I cast aside the humanity I've transcended! Never again shall I have to flee the vicious bullies, sociopathic teachers, and literal maneaters that infest this school! I shall crush them, feast on their lives, and make them my slaves! Wryyyyy!" Acting on instinct, he shot forth the unshed tears of oh-no-oh-no-it's-going-to-stab-me-in-the-brain in the high-pressure jets known in another time and place as Space Ripper Stingy Eyes, banishing the liquid from his eyes as he banished his human weakness.

Yes, he instinctively shot out eye juice with enough force to kill a man. The stone mask is a hell of a drug.

The power of the mask can turn men into monsters, monks into murderers, and knights into knaves. It grants eternal youth, inhuman strength, and a frankly absurd degree of control over ones own biology. Yet as mighty as it is, there is another power that neither it, nor its opposite energy hamon, can overcome. The power that humanity calls, in hushed tones, moe.

"Ts-Tsukune?" said Yukari, seeming for once more the little girl she was than the maniacal genius she also was. "Are y-you okay?"

Well, I was right up until you made the scared eyes at me and made me feel like an utter heel, he didn't say. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, patting her on the head. "Don't worry, if I actually tried to feast on anyone's lives Jojo would just hit me until I stopped."

Yukari giggled. "He would, wouldn't he? Anyway, if you ever find yourself having problems with your new form, you let me know, okay? It's never too late to go with the zombie plan instead!"

 

[EvaUnit01]

You have decided that you will spend your summer break doing Hamon training with gramps, and tell him as much.

"Excellent. I'll let Holly know about it, and pick you up from her house the second day of your break."

...what a pain in the ass.

"Can I come along?"

You turn around and give Mizore a flat look. Something tells you that she's going to be following you, one way or the other. "...do you even care how I answer that?"

"Of course," she nods with surprising vehemence. "It's the difference of whether I'm riding in your lap, or in the trunk of the car."

You consider that for a moment. "....tch, fine. You can sit with us like a goddamn normal person, but in your own damn seat."

Mizore frowns for but an instant, before quickly schooling her features. "...I'm cool with that."

....you have reason to suspect that she went for that pun deliberately. "Tch," you mutter under your breath. What a pain in the ass...

[]Timeskip to the journey home.
[]Something else happens.
If you have any monster-of-the-week-type shenanigans from the canon anime or manga up to this point - aside from SPC - that haven't been covered yet, that you would like to put onscreen, here's your chance to name it, and I'll put it under consideration.

 

[EvaUnit01]

You and your assorted kohai are riding the bus back to the Human World, where you (and Mizore) will be going home, and everyone else will apparently be going on some manner of club trip.

You bid farewell to the girls, your lone male friend, and Gin, before stepping off the bus and disembarking at the Kujo property.

Your old man, as usual, is nowhere to be found. Probably touring somewhere-or-other. Tch. Whatever.

Once at the door, you slip off your shoes and quietly enter the house, praying that you can manage to get an hour or so of peace before your mother can start to act stupid on you.

....although, knowing your workaholic dad, mom's probably been pretty lonely save for the occasional phone conversation with gramps or hanging out with the other local housewives...

....

[]Properly announce that you've returned home.
[]Plop down on the couch and see if there's anything interesting on TV.
[]Before you do anything else, lightly hamon the cabinet.

 

[EvaUnit01]

"Gimme a break," you say, while lightly tapping the cabinet with your knuckles. You hit it with a tiny spark of hamon energy, and Mizore immediately tumbles out onto the floor and lands on her back.

Miraculously, she manages to do it without breaking anyth- ah, the dishes are all in the sink and/or dishwasher. That's why. Still impressive.

Still prone, Mizore cutely glowers at you while absently rubbing her butt. "That stung."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you hurt?"

"No."

Your eyebrow lowers to its previous position. "Then walk it off."

Mizore pouts even harder, before she makes a totally unreasonable demand. "Kiss it better."

You scoff, turning from annoyed to amused, and choose not to honor that with any further verbal response. Your face doesn't reflect the change in your emotions, but Mizore knows you well enough to read it anyway.
At that time, you hear excited footsteps coming down the hall.

Welp, time to properly announce that you've returned.

"Hey! I'm home!"

In your mind, you do a brief little countdown. Three.... two.... one.... aaaaaaaaand now.

You hear your mother breaking into a wild sprint just before she bursts into the room, and lunges at you to give you a great big hug! "YAAAAAAAY!!! JOJO'S BACK FROM SCHOOL!!!!"

Mizore silently espies the scene, her expression a bizarre mix of fascination and WTF. Is she your mother, she mouths, or your little sister?!

You heave a sigh, and.... "GET OFF OF ME, YOU STUPID BITCH!" ....shove your mother off of you.

Holly just giggles and nods. "Okay~!"

Ugh, you think as you facepalm, give me a goddamn break. You decide to handle the introductions. "Mizore, this is Holly Kujo - my annoying idiot mother who spends all her time thinking about others at the expense of herself."

Turning to face the other woman in the room... "Mom, this is Mizore Shirayuki, my stalker from school."

Mizore gets up and politely bows. "Hey. I'm a Snow-Woman. I like watching senpai while hidden in cramped places."

Holly puts a hand to her mouth in surprise. "Oh my, that sounds so interesting! What kind of things do you tend to watch Jojo do?"

Mizore starts, having not expected this question. "Erm... beating the shit out of bad guys who deserved it.... training for the same.... shirtless...."

Satisfied that the two main relevant women in your life seem to be getting along well enough, you promptly retrieve your Monthly Shonen Jump subscription from the counter, plop down on the couch, and get to reading.

....huh, this 'Akira Toriyama' guy actually isn't too bad. You'll be keeping an eye on his work...

The rest of the day passes without meaningful incident.

[]Someone's knocking at the door.
[]Bedtime now. Plot can wait until later.

 

[EvaUnit01]

You are still on the couch, having moved from reading manga to imported issues of Scientific American. As annoying of a bitch as your mother can be, you do have to give her a little gratitude for raising you with as fine a grasp of English as you have for Japanese. Maybe you'll get her something for Mother's Day, out of appreciation. Assuming that you don't forget. ...which you probably will.

Speaking of your mother, she's presently sitting on the floor, watching some prime-time period drama with wide eyes, like a young child. Tch. From the occasional bits and pieces you overhear despite trying not to, apparently it's some kind of sappy romantic melodrama set during the sengoku era. Apparently the heroine's love interest just left to fight in the battle of Okehazama, or something? .....heh. Hope that guy's in the Oda army, otherwise he's screwed.

You're snapped out of your musings by a knocking at the door.

Before you or your mother can get up from your respective positions, Mizore rolls out from beneath the couch you're on. "I'll get it," she says.

....you decide to let Mizore answer the door. After all, what could possibly go wrong? "If it's an old white guy with a deep voice and a British accent," you tell her, "you should probably let him in. Might be the old man."

Mizore stops and looks at you for a second, before attempting to shrug it off and heading to the door.

For a few seconds, all is quiet, before a heavy set of footsteps comes in.

...you have never, to your knowledge or recollection, come face-to-face with your grandfather in your entire life. In fact, your mother hasn't left Japan since her marriage 20~ years ago.

So it really speaks to the significance behind the rhythm of those heavy footsteps, that Holly immediately bolts upright and rushes to the door. "Dad, over here!"

You hear your grandfather's voice clearly. He sounds warm and affectionate, obviously very pleased to get to meet with his daughter again. "Holly! C'mere!"

...knowing your mother, she's hugging the shit out of him right now. Which is totally cool. After all, embracing her dad means she'll be too busy to be annoying you...

Mizore is crouching in front of you again, with a wary expression.

[]Ask Mizore what the problem is.
-[]Offer to let her stay in your room tonight, if she's that freaked out.
[]Reassure Mizore that the Big Bad Monster Slayer JoJo isn't going to eat her in her sleep.
-[]It'd be one thing if he was his old self, but come on. The old man went on to father your mother of all people--how threatening could he possibly be?
[](write-in)
[]Perspective switch (Joeseph Joestar).

 

[EvaUnit01]

You calmly reassure Mizore that the 'Big Bad Monster Slayer JoJo' isn't going to eat her in her sleep. "He produced my frickin' mom, after all. How dangerous could he be?"

Mizore's eyes narrow very slightly, and she silently gives you the pointer finger.

You stop and think for a moment about what she could possibly be trying to impl-

Spoiler: epic flashback in wall of text format

Your entire body is emitting a fierce yellow glow, much like the light of the sun. Powerful energy is coursing through your veins. You feel like a goddamn superhero.

[x]Teach sensei a lesson.

Sensei attempts to regain her bearings, and turns to face you with a curse on her lips.

A curse cut short, courtesy of your fist. ORAAAA!!

Going by looks alone, sensei is actually pretty attractive.

...yeeeaaaaahhhh, that's about to change.

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!!! OOOORAAAAAAA!!!!

You repeatedly slam your fists into the useless teacher, feeling the bone structure crack and give beneath your knuckles. You finish your series of punches with a hammerblow to the face, and punch sensei across the room with one hit, knocking several desks and chairs over in the course of her flight.

Huh. Seems like she's still conscious.

ORAORAORAORAAAA!!!

You smash sensei with the great big desk once, twice, four times. The not-pissed-off part of your mind is impressed that it hasn't broken yet.

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!! OOORRAAAAAAA!!!!!!

You rain down a flurry of punches against the desk, smashing it to pieces. You continue to vent your anger through your fists, not only beating the shit out of sensei, but pounding the broken splinters into her as well.

To finish, you put your entire weight behind one last blow to the professor's stomach.

Click to shrink...

You step out onto the surface of the water, and achieve perfect footing. With flawless precision, you walk across the surface of the pool. Your first and immediate target: Tamao Ichinose.

Tamao realizes that you're gunning for her, and flings Tsukune at you, before retreating into the water. Before you can react, he vanishes in a gust of wind.

"Put those bitches in their place, Jojo-senpai!" Kurumu's voice. You briefly cast your gaze around, and see her several meters above, with bat-like wings and a tail that ends with a devil's spade. Some kind of devil monster, perhaps something like a succubus? Regardless, she appears to have Tsukune's safety well in hand.

A member of the Swimming Club lunges at you from beneath the water.

ORA ORA!

You punch her, right in the face, with your hamon-powered fist. You can feel her skull start to give, and hear a sickening crack. You follow up with a hammerblow to the stomach, using your other fist. The sound of breaking bones is a sickening one for most people. ...but for you? That's just a signal that the party's gotten started.

The mermaid goes flying into the air until she lands on the fence, back-first. As if by conditioned response, all the other Swimming Club members come at you in a swarm.

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAA!!!!

They all meet a similar fate to the first one. Some of them, you deal a kick or knee strike, but most of them just get your fists.

Once the carnage subsides, the pool is quiet. You stand coolly atop the water's surface, gazing into its depths. Tamao Ichinose hasn't come back up yet. A brief series of glances around the area confirm that you haven't gotten to her yet.

Several seconds pass. Suddenly, you spot movement to your right! You turn, and punch her so hard that her head explo- 「water?!」

A shrill voice behind you screams, "AN OPENING!" ...it's Tamao! Could she have「manipulated the water into a duplicate」?!

Before Tamao can strike your back, you can see a sudden flash of light. Ignoring it, you sense an immediate window to attack, and make use of it. You spin in place on the water's surface, and drive your fist into Tamao's stomach from below.

The entirety of the pool before you is now frozen solid, as is a considerable fraction of Tamao's body, except for her head. It's surely the work of a youkai, but something tells you it isn't an enemy.

You ignore that as irrelevant, as Tamao weakly asks, "W-why? We... we didn't do anything to you..."

...how ignorant can a high-school student be? Does she really not understand that there are people who fight for someone other than themselves, for their friends? Does she not comprehend that if you hurt a person, that person's friends will seek revenge? Is this girl so... lonely and isolated, that she doesn't know how to trust in others?

Yeeaaahh, NO.

Your eyes narrow, and you offer her a simple and concise answer.

"「You pissed me off.」"

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAA!!!

You batter Tamao's body with a hurricane of punches. Before you're done, it feels like you've broken every bone in her body.

ORAAAAAAAA!!!!

With one last knockout punch, you send Tamao flying through the fence, and into the peanut gallery, where she ends up destroying several benches that were bolted in place.

Three minutes ago, Tamao Ichinose was a woman with a beautiful body, who used it to her advantage to prey on those weaker than her.

Now, her outside looks just as messed up as her inside.

Click to shrink...

Okay, yeah. You, Ginei Morioka, are reasonably sure you know your place.

After a moment or two, you hear footsteps, and you look up.

You have a sinking feeling about this, but try anyway to avoid the Ripple-powered beating that you're sure is coming. "Oh, ah, hey. The girls already kicked my ass pretty damn good, and I've learned my place now, so I won't be pulling this kind of shit again."

Jotaro looks down at you, and nods. "Good to hear it."

You're about to heave a sigh in relief, when he adds, "There's just one little problem."

That sinking feeling returns in full force.

"...yes?"

Jotaro cracks his knuckles.

"I'm still pissed off」."

You get up and backpedal away like hell, uncaring of what your relative speed is at the moment.

He doesn't move to chase, just breathes in... and reaches out an arm. Your eyes bug out as his arm dislocates itself in order to stretch far enough to grab you by the neck.

...this is gonna suck.

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAAAAAAA!!!!

Click to shrink...

And then you remember the incident with the Wrestling Club.

You pull the brim of your hat down over your eyes in admission of defeat. "...Fair enough."

There is a moment of silence, while your mom and granddad are shenanigan-ing in the background.

You heave a sigh. You want to sleep under my bed tonight for protection, don't you.

Mizore nods. That'd be great.

Another sigh. Gimme a freakin' break.

A small smile. Thanks. I promise I won't cuddle you while you're sleeping this time.

A snort. Bitch, like hell you won't.

Mizore just giggles.

 

[EvaUnit01]

You are Joseph Joestar, and you've got a lot of things on your mind at the moment.

First, you're mildly aggravated that the batteries on your walkman just happened to run out as you were stepping onto the curb in front of the property, and in the middle of a great song, too.

Second, damn these addle-brained Japanese and their incomprehensible mode of writing! It'd be one thing if they used a coherent alphabet like the rest of the modern world, but OHHH NNNOOO, these kooks just HAVE to have some bastard-ass... moonrunes, or whatever... as their writing system!

What the hell's the world coming to when you can't even read the street signs to know whether or not you've finally made it to your darling daughter's house?! DAMN the Japanese for taking Holly away from you and putting her clear on the opposite side of the planet!

...

...except for the guy who designed your walkman. You're cool with him, whoever he is.

And really, you would LOVE to have to deal with this stupid, petty garbage, if you didn't already have ten kinds of anxiety about the possibility of THAT SON OF A BITCH DIO attempting to track down your family to get revenge by proxy against your grandfather. ....well, if Jotaro's Hamon training goes well, then that could be a tremendous asset in the fight against him. ...although, since DIO's apparently developed a Stand, perhaps you shouldn't try and drag your grandson into this until he manifests one as well. If he manifests a Stand. You still don't know for sure if yours is connected to DIO's, yet.

Heaving a sigh, you knock on the door. With any hope at all, this is the right damn pla-

Oh, wonderful, who's this kid?

Damn it all, you've probably got the wrong place... but maybe Holly just happens to have guests over tonight, and this is the daughter of a neighbor or something that's come over for dinner. Holly was always your little social butterfly, so that's certainly possible. Or, hell, Jotaro's supposed to be home from his boarding school, right? Maybe she's one of his friends!
...but why did this kid look so unnerved on catching sight of you?
"This is this the..." what the hell was that asshole's name again... "Kujo residence, right?"

The girl nods, silently, apparently able to understand English. Excellent. Hrm...

"'Are you senpai's grandfather?' ...would be my guess."

"Are you senpai's gran-" the girl stops abruptly, looks oddly at you for a moment as if resisting the urge to scream and/or cry, and then turns around before quickly stalking off back into the building.

Heh, you think to yourself with a smirk. Still got it.

You retrieve your suitcase from where you set it down, and steadily begin your entry into the home. After a few steps, you hear a familiar-sounding pounding of feet, and all of your aggravations completely fade away as a sense of nostalgia comes over you. You can't help but think back to nearly forty years ago, remembering the utter joy of hearing the pitter-patter of Holly's little feet running to the door every time you came home from work.

...three, two, one.

"DAAAAD!!!"

Your daughter comes running at you and tries her damnedest to envelop you with a great big hug. You allow yourself to drift in the sea of pleasant memories for a moment as you embrace your daughter.

...but as nice as it is to finally embrace your daughter again for the first time in decades, you do have some other business here.

"Holly," you ask with a fatherly smile worthy of being immortalized in art, "would you mind letting go of me now?"

Holly, still snuggled up against you, shakes her head. "Nope! I like it just like this!"

[]Tease your daughter for acting like this even though she's a grown woman.
[]Ask Jotaro to help GENTLY pry your daughter off of you.
-[]He looks rather uncooperative, ask the girl with purple hair instead.
[]Resign yourself to your fate of being hugged until some other random thing catches Holly's attention.
[](write-in)

 

[EvaUnit01]

You resign yourself to the fact that Holly is going to continue hugging you until some other random little thing catches her attention, and attempt to go about your business despite that.

Casting about for some small talk topic to try and break the ice with the youngsters...

Actually... "Jotaro," you call out, while steadily making your way further into the house. It's awkward trying to walk while Holly's clinging to your chest, but for one reason or another, her feet are on yours, so it's not like you're really going to trip over her. "How have things been at your school?"

Holly promptly lets go of you, thank the heavens, and goes around to face Jotaro. "I wanna hear about that too, Jotaro!"

Jotaro turns to look at you over his shoulder, and from his expression you're expecting a rude response of some kind. "...well enough," he says instead.

That was... underwhelming.

Holly, all bright-eyed with excitement, asks, "What kind of club did you join?"

Jotaro visibly grits his teeth - clearly, your grandson's of the antisocial sort - before the girl steps in. "Mechanics club," she boredly says. The girl still seems rather nervous about you, but it looks like she's calmed down compared to a few moments ago.

"I see," you reply. You decide to prompt the girl for her name. "And, you are...?"

The girl unsubtly scoots closer to Jotaro. "...Mizore Shirayuki."

A beat. "I'm senpai's stalker."

Before you can even begin to react to that, she adds, "...and his girlfriend."

"................................I see," you eventually say. "As for myself, I'm Jotaro's grandfather. Joseph Joestar."

The girl freezes, scoots still closer to Jotaro, and then gives you a nod. "Pleased to meet you, sir." ...Damn, your grandson has got some strange-ass taste in women.

You invoke Hermit Purple for a moment, to see if anyone reacts. Holly and Mizore remain completely oblivious, while Jotaro squints for a split-second, before marginally shaking his head. So. The girls don't have any kind of Stand development at the moment, while Jotaro could be in the first initial stages of developing one.

Looks like that theory you and Avdol cooked up might be right after all...

"Old man."

"Hm?" Ignoring his irreverence for his elders for the moment - not that you were much better, back in your youth - you switch mental tracks again. The teen has his full attention on you. That stony expression of his makes him rather difficult to read....
For a split-second, you can't help but flash back to your battle with Eisidisi.
"You talked about overseeing some Hamon training before. I'm guessing that you don't plan on doing that here?"

That insight of his must've served him well, since he's been attending that school for monsters... aaaaaaand that's probably where he met the girl, too. You really, really need to figure out what species she is, at some point.

"That's correct, Jotaro. I actually have some business to attend to in another city, I was planning on making use of an abandoned construction zone for your Hamon training."

Holly's a bit thrown off by the word, which makes sense because you never worried her pretty little head about the details all that much, but Mizore seems to know exactly what you're talking about.

"The next thing you're going to say is, 'I can come with, right?' ...and, now!"

Mizore opens her mouth... "I can come with, ri-" and then snaps it back shut.

[]"Of course you can!"
...NOT stay here unsupervised with my vulnerable and unprotected daughter!
[]"Hrm... I don't mind. Jotaro, what do you think?"
Jotaro's response will probably tell you something about how much you can trust this monster girl...