Part 4. Stand and Hamon.

On the bed, which was located in a not too large, but not too small room in one of its corners, which consisted of yellow and blue colors in which yellow predominated strongly, lay a boy. He was tall for his age and golden shoulder-length hair that lay like a waterfall on the pillow, and his body, which had nothing but shorts, showed an athletic figure with faintly visible muscles. His eyes were golden and sparkled like two bars of gold, they were aimed at the ceiling and did not look anywhere in particular. But from his youthful face, which already said that he would be a conqueror of women hearts when he grew up, one could understand that he was thinking hard.

As strange as it may sound, I have already lived ten years of my new life. I must say that life becomes much easier when you know what lies ahead. Childhood mistakes, such as the desire to shove an interesting thing into my nose and eat so tasty looking dirt, were completely eliminated, but it was still sometimes funny to watch my peer try to eat sand, I certainly tried to stop them, but whoever began to listen at their age to his peer.

By shifting your gaze from the ceiling to the room, one could immediately notice big changes with what was. One of the most significant was the change in the appearance of the walls of ducklings against a blue background against a dark gold. The lullaby was removed from the room, which was logical, and the toys that were changed throughout the room, replaced new toys, I could not influence this. The wardrobe has grown considerably and has acquired several sets of clothes.

Also, these six years have not been without drawbacks. Sometimes it was not very pleasant to be treated like a small child and not taken seriously. It was, of course, quite logical if you looked at me, but it was still a little pissed off when adults tried to put pressure on their authority over an adult. When I grow up, in no way I will not do this.

Of course, there were some pluses too. When you are a child and try to develop yourself in any direction, it becomes much faster. My physical parameters, of course, did not reach adults, but among children I was often the king of catch-ups, there were of course children who could compete with me, but not that there were many of them and not that in everything. Also, my intellect did not develop at the most significant pace, and after a few years I will certainly not be able to say how many drops were on the window on any given day, but to read the text and remember it for retelling and remember for a lifetime what I would have learned. easily. For me, who lived one life, progress was very visible in this.

Also, one of the biggest pluses was my height. I finally grew up and did not need a highchair to get something from a high seat or sit on a highchair at the table. Also, my mother began to recognize my independence, not too much, but I was allowed to use the knife unattended. This probably would not have happened if it were not for the rationality of the mother, she understood that I was not an ordinary child, but also her rationality did not allow me to do too much.

The most intriguing event for me was school. My mother and I chose the school closest to our house, because my mother could not always take me to it and sometimes, I had to go to it myself. It wasn't the most elite school in the area, but it wasn't as bad as you can imagine, it was perfect average, a few wins there and a few losses here, there was not some advanced equipment, but it wasn't too old either. ...

The first day I went to it was almost the happiest day for my mother. And not because she was glad to get rid of me, but joy because of how much I grew up. Almost every minute that day, I heard the sound of photographing and a request to stand in some place and take a pose.

I was placed in the most ordinary class, in which only I stood out from the general mass, which was good and meant that there were no stand-goers among them, although perhaps due to the lack of a stand, they were not attracted to me yet. After the first lessons, I realized one thing, maybe for most children, school is a terrible place, and I began to understand them. It was not even about the school itself, but about the team that surrounded me. Screaming and always dissatisfied with something children.

For me, studying was not difficult. In this it was not even necessary to use your memory, but simply rely on the experience of a past life. It was evident that I stood out among children of my age as calmness in behavior and adulthood in my actions. In short, I was very different from other children and was different. Which led to the fact that they began to cite me as an example and all this resulted in the most logical option for children. Envy. How many problems I have endured because of this, I will not say that general ignorance and some attempts to neglect me caused me something other than laughter, but the pieces of paper flying to the back of my head are naming me as a "stinker" in a clean place, they strained me a little. Of course, I did not try to somehow stand out among the children and of course I did not try to show my superiority, but both physically and morally, I had a rejection to make mistakes in simple calculations and words. But over time, either they got tired of me or they didn't care, they lagged behind me. The relationship of course with no one has not improved, but they stopped throwing pieces of paper.

Remembering these moments from the past makes me a little angry. Mother, of course, knew about this, because the class teacher was not a stupid or blind person and tried to do something about these, but this did not greatly affect anything. She tried at least to do with it, not with children, but with my lack of friends. She often took me to see her friends who had children my age or to children parties, and sometimes even to someone birthdays. But all the same, I did not find a common language with anyone due to the fact that they were all just children and I was not interested with them.

OK. Only when I woke up, I heavily loaded myself with unnecessary memories of the past. It's time to get up from a heated place. Getting out of bed and tucking it in, I went to put on clothes, consisting of a light gray T-shirt and light shorts of the same color. Leaving the room, I heard the sound of activity from the kitchen, and the delicious smell of something tasty hit me. Now the clock was nine in the morning, and I did not understand when this woman wakes up and why, when I wake up, she is up to her ears in business.

But I think this is maternal magic? Deciding, as always, not to pay attention to it, I postponed my trip to the bathroom and went to the kitchen.

- Good morning mom. - a head with golden hair stuck out from the corner leading into the corridor and out into the kitchen and greeted the woman who was floating at the stove.

- Good morning, honey. - turned to her head and answered the woman in a gentle voice. - Go to the shower and run to the table for breakfast.

Nodding, I went to brush my teeth, and then went to the shower to freshen up and wash off all the sweat. After drying myself with a towel and wearing the same set of clothes that I came here in, my next goal was breakfast.

After a hearty breakfast, I took a mug of cocoa and went to my room to spend all day watching funny videos and watching a bunch of useless things that I don't need. Arriving in the room and sitting at the chair, I opened a laptop, it was not the most powerful and, in general, there were no powerful laptops for me at that time, it was a few centimeters thick, and its processor was Pentium II, and its operating system was Windows 98 but I was not going to play games on it either, which were not especially there, and those that have already been eaten by me a long time ago, but for everything else I had enough of it.

The Internet itself was strange and eerily simple and by going to the same Google I almost went into a new rebirth, it was not bad, but terribly simple and not familiar. Most of the sites did not exist now, which was not convenient, the same YouTube, which will appear only six years later, was not enough and much more effort was needed to watch the video. But all this faded with the way it was necessary to search for information or news.

And yes. I finally found what I wanted. It was incredibly difficult, especially considering that it was happening in another country and my lack of knowledge of the language, which could not be translated properly due to the lack of translators.

- "Three days ago, a resident of Morio died under accidental circumstances. Yoshikage Kira, single, thirty-three years old. According to casual eyewitnesses, they saw that he was lying in the middle of the road covered in wounds and completely covered in blood. When people called an ambulance for first aid, when they heard an explosion in one of the houses. When the ambulance backed up because of the background noise that was happening around, the driver did not hear a word about the stop and ran over the man ..." - That's it. Further I was not going to read anything. This was enough to know who everything is going according to the canon of history.

Having learned that everything is going according to the plot in my soul it became much easier. Yet they defeated Kira by chance, and this is no longer a fictional story where the main characters always win, this is the real world, where there are other people who also live and create families. But it also meant that Pucci is now walking around the world who wants to find a plan for the path to heaven and in twelve years he will fulfill it. Without [The World] and his stopping of time, it will be practically impossible to defeat him, only if now that is impossible due to the fact that I do not know where he will be, I do not even remember the prison in which he worked and where Jolyne was put, and the second the option is to kill him before he awakens [Made in Heaven], which will also be almost impossible. As much as I hate to admit it, but his fate was to fulfill the plan of the path to heaven so that after the first reboot a new universe was created, where he would die at the hands of Emporio, how many times he was incredibly lucky during the sixth part will be difficult to count. And fate in JoJo is not just words, but a completely existing force.

- Dio. - the cry of my mother brought me out of my dark thoughts.

- Now. - getting out of bed, on which I managed to lie down during my thoughts, I went to look for my mother.

When I found her in my room, I saw that she was sitting at the computer and her fingers were quickly pressing on the keyboard.

- You can bring me a small green steel box from the pantry, - my head did not have time to appear from the doorway as she began to speak. - just be careful it's heavy.

- Just a minute. - came my answer without delay. I couldn't refuse her.

Leaving the room, I almost immediately came to my destination. Opening the pantry in front of me, a small room opened with things that accumulate dust and get, if you're lucky, once a year. Taking a quick glance at the room, I almost immediately caught the eye of a green steel box standing next to another box that had been stuck to the left, wrapped in some kind of black cloth on the top shelf. I had to thank my height, which allowed me to reach the top on my toes without too much trouble.

Going a little inside, I reached for the box and took it in my hands without any problems. Starting to pull it out while lifting it above the shelf, I was pulled to the left due to the unexpected heavy weight of the box. This made me touch my hand to a box wrapped in black cloth.

- Fuck. - not the most decent word was heard throughout the apartment when my hand was pierced with something sharp. Reflexively, a box fell out of my hands, after which I took a few steps back. Looking at my hand, I see a large wound on it, from which an endless amount of blood flows, which, after a few seconds, completely covered the entire wound with itself.

-Diego Jonathan Brando. - from the room where my mother was, the voice of an evil demon uttered, uttering my name in full. - I hope I heard it. - said a voice already more like my mother.

-Yeah? - in the pitiful squeaking voice were heard faint embers of hope.

From the nearest room came the sound of footsteps and a woman head appeared from the doorway.

- What happened?

- I could not hold the box and hurt my hand. - he said and for confirmation showed his wounded hand.

- Ah. - An agitated sigh came from the woman lips when she saw her son's hand. - Go wash off the blood with water, and I'll go and fetch a first-aid kit. A hasty voice issued the order.

With a brisk step, she went for a first-aid kit, and after a dozen seconds she was at the same place from which she left, hurrying to her son. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a strange golden hue in the pantry, which caused her to stop instantly.

With a calm sigh, she turned her head towards the pantry. The first thing she noticed was blood dripping from the topmost shelf onto the floor. Looking up from the floor on the top shelf, she saw a golden hue that caught her attention. Taking a big step towards her goal, she began to peer into the darkness. Next to the box, which she asked to bring, was another object, wrapped in a dark cloth, on which the golden color was visible. She knew what the box was and knew what was there and there was nothing sharp on it. Pulling the torn fabric aside a little to see what was behind it, her eyes widened and a terrible shock was visible in them.

There was a hole in the box. And there shouldn't be anything shocking, but this hole was made from inside the box. The torn edges of the hole on the gold box went out, which could only mean that something had come out of the box and pierced his son.

- Arrow. - a quiet, almost whispering voice of a woman was distributed. And only now she realized that all the sounds and colors that were in the world disappeared due to the shocking situation.

- Diego! - it was already a panicky cry that was heard throughout the apartment.

A little later, while the woman was going to get the first-aid kit, the young guy headed towards the bathroom.

Turning on the water, I directed my wounded hand under her pressure. The blood, which had already dried up, began to flake off my hand without any problems.

The young man, who was focused on his hand, did not notice that cracks began to appear on his face, as well as on some parts of his body.

The last crusts of dried blood have finally disappeared from my hand, and surprise was reflected on my face. The wound, from which a large amount of blood poured out, was completely overgrown and disappeared. After all, he was definitely sure that she was in this place, this ball was the only thought that was spinning in his head when he looked at his hand. He felt pain, he saw the wound from which blood was pouring, even drops of blood were still visible on his T-shirt. He definitely couldn't have imagined it.

In order to calm down a little, he carefully began to inhale air and slowly exhale it from his lungs. His palms unconsciously rested on the edges of the sink, which made the sink emit a plaintive crackle. His gaze, lowered to the bottom, caught a strange movement behind him and then when he was about to turn his head to the side in order to better see the movements behind his back in his gaze, which he raised together head caught a strange reflection in the mirror.

When he resolutely looked into the reflection in the mirror and his gaze managed to examine everything with extraordinary clarity, which he had not had before, the shell on which his hands still lay shattered into countless fragments. With an inhuman reaction, his gaze moved to the sound that his keen ears caught. At that moment, when the shell cracked, his gaze was able to catch all the inhuman moments that occurred during those seconds.

Sharp shell fragments could not pierce or cut his dense skin, which was no longer human, but consisted of a large number of cracks around which scales were visible, and the overall color of his skin changed to blue, which merged with the color of his T-shirt, his nails lengthened and more like claws that he felt could cut through steel.

Not having time to understand what had happened, his point of view changed to a different angle. In an instant, from a falling position, he was several meters higher, sitting on the ceiling upside down, when his feet touched the ceiling and were ready to make a new movement. When his eyes were directed to the doorway, in which stood his mother with a shocking expression on her face and the first aid kit, which fell out of her hands and was practically at the very floor.

He jumped in order to intercept the first aid kit right at the very floor. And this time the jump was made of his own free will and was completely controlled by him. He covered this distance with incredible speed and grabbed the first-aid kit right at the floor with his human fingers, and the strange appendage that he felt behind him disappeared, just like the scales on his body, together with the color, returned to their normal state.

His mother immediately rushed to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, examining him completely. When she did not find injuries on his body, he immediately found himself in her strong arms. After sitting in an embrace for several minutes, she pulled away from him.

- Diego. She said, stroking his hair. "I'm sure you have questions, but I promised your father that I won't tell you anything until your twelfth birthday." I know a little, but then I will try to answer all your questions.

- Good. I said with resentment in my voice. - but at least tell me what it was.

-Haa. - there was a heavy sigh. - Good. This is called a stand. It is a physical manifestation of the user's spiritual strength. Only stand owners can see another stand, with the exception of some stand types, but this does not apply to yours. If true, then that's pretty much all you need to know, but that's all.

- Ok, thanks. - I didn't know what else to say anymore.

- Okay. She slapped herself lightly on the cheeks. - I will think that you are intelligent enough not to go around and tell this to everyone. Therefore, we will not have a conversation about this. Go have a rest. I'll clean everything up here.

Nod. That was the only thing I did before turning around and walking slowly to my room. Already lying on my bed, I began to think about everything that had just happened.

The thing that hurt my hand was most likely the arrow that gives the stands that was in that box. And when I touched her, she reacted to me and hurt my hand, which allowed me to awaken my stand. When I walked to the mirror, the wound had already healed and left no trace of itself, and most likely my father told my mother about the stands.

But also, if you rewind the time until the moment when he broke the sink and when he looked in the mirror, he saw his twisted face in the reflection. His mouth opened in an eerie smile full of monstrous fangs and extended almost to the very ears, which was also terrifying. The sclera of his eye became golden in color, and the pupil narrowed and began to resemble a serpentine. Behind me, in random order, one way or the other, a blue tail moved without Dio inscription, which is good, and then I heard the sound of a broken shell and when I fell on reflexes I jumped to the ceiling with the help of the tail.

It was definitely [Scary Monsters], I'm sure of that. Stand of another Diego Brando. Only I do not understand how he ended up with me. The alternate Diego got it thanks to the eye of the corpse by stealing it from another user. It would, of course, be better if it were [The World], but that's not bad either. Thanks to him, I will be able to calmly defeat almost all stand owners. Of course, I will need time to better control it and not turn into practically a dinosaur, and it would be better not to think about turning into a full form at all, since after it remains the skeleton of a dinosaur. I don't think that all the weaknesses or habits that Diego showed I will get. Yet most of them were only due to the fact that he was under control and he could not control himself normally.

Getting out of bed with unprecedented grace in the middle of the room, I exhaled air from my lungs.

- [Scary Monsters]. - my confident voice rang out throughout the room, as expected, my tail began to grow, and cracks began to appear all over my body, and the skin began to change color. Having looked in the mirror, I saw that my hair had turned into spikes that ended in ball-shaped tips. The clothes that I was wearing merged with my body, leaving only its outline. This state should have disappeared with an increase in control, well, I will hope so.

Returning to their normal form was no problem. It was enough just to think about it and everything returned to normal. I think if I practice, I can transform without saying the name.

Lying in bed again, I did not notice how I fell asleep, thinking about the future.

After some time, they knocked softly on the room and a woman head appeared in a small crack that was created by the opening of the door. Looking at her son, who fell asleep in a strange position on the bed, her face showed the happiest smile that could be seen. Leaving the room and returning a minute later with a blanket with which she neatly covered him with it. Kissing him gently on the forehead, she quietly left the room.

The very next day, the sink was replaced, and the conversation about this event did not rise again.

***

A month has passed since I awakened the stand. Almost every day I trained my stand, or in this situation it would be better to say that myself in my room. My form, in which I turned into a half dinosaur, stopped appearing after training and was replaced by slight changes in shape, like the original Diego at the end, but I could also easily transform into it, which allowed me to become invisible to non-owners of the stand.

I had no one to train infection as the main ability of [Scary Monsters] due to the lack of living creatures nearby, or rather those that I didn't feel sorry for, but on an instinctive level I knew what to do and how to control the dinosaurs I created. Petrification, which is logical to use I could not, but also know how to use it. I didn't have enough space to completely transform into [Scary Monsters], and it was not possible to find suitable locations.

The most noticeable thing that was seen was my increased characteristics when partially transforming into a dinosaur. Speed, strength, endurance, strength, hearing, vision all improved to incredible levels. I could easily bend steel structures or jump several floors with ease, and my speed was higher than the human eye could perceive. I was not going to check the strength on myself. Vision made it possible to see everything with maximum clarity even after several hundred meters, hearing made it possible to hear perfectly everything that was happening in neighboring apartments and even sounds from the street reached me perfectly, it was not very pleasant to use scent in the city, all these smells of garbage and sewage were not allowed me to use it completely, but my nose allowed me to catch the smell from the kitchen.

That was incredible. Even compared to conventional stands. All these improvements allowed me to calmly fight the strongest stands in history, as shown at the end of the sixth part, when Diego could easily defeat [D4C].

Also, it seems to me that my mother knew about all this. Even so, she was still worried about me.

Now I was walking through the streets of the city in complete loneliness because of my mother instructions to go to one of her friends and take something, of course she wanted to go herself, but suddenly she was called to work and because of what I had to go. I had my mother phone and house keys in my pockets. People, of course, sometimes glanced at the lonely child who was walking along the city streets and some, of course, came up, but excuses like that I was not far away worked.

And how strange it was when I decided to walk through the park in front of me was an eerily clichéd scene. Several people who looked like a bandit surrounded the person and tried to rob this person. Only in my case it was not a charming girl who was supposed to fall in love with me despite my age and not even a man who was supposed to become my best friend and be faithful to the grave, but an ordinary old woman with gray hair tied in a neat bun and in light clothing, consisting of a simple yellow dress and a light jacket over the shoulders. In her hands she had a purse in the color of the dress that these guys seemed to want to get. But even in spite of her advanced age, her skin was not as wrinkled as that of ordinary old people, and if it were not for her gray hair and skin, which still showed her age, she could have been mistaken for a woman of age. Even her face has not yet lost the remnants of its former beauty.

Without thinking too much, I rushed to the rescue like a true gentleman.

- [Scary Monsters]. - there were light words from my lips, and I felt a tail grow behind me, as well as claws appeared on my fingers, and an eerie smile with fangs appeared on my face. With the time of my training, it was no longer necessary to pronounce the name of the stand, but all the same because of this I got moral pleasure and now it will work as a good distraction. Of course I was preparing than ordinary children of my age, but I still would not have enough strength to cope with an adult, so I had to hope for a stand.

My speed increased in an instant and in a matter of seconds I was in the face of the healthiest guy, who began to turn after I pronounced the name of the stand. My blow hit him right in the jaw, I did not accelerate to my maximum speed so as not to arouse suspicion, and even more so did not hit with maximum force, but even this was enough to knock out several of his teeth and knock him out at the same instant.

When this guy moved away from me a few tens of centimeters and stopped blocking my view, my jaw dropped from shock, the old woman who seemed harmless to me already calmly knocked out the other two guys, but this was not what struck me more, although she also made a little of her contribution to this, and the fact that around her a golden aura shone with lightning bursts in several places.

Of course, all this could be attributed to the fact that it seemed to me or the fact that these were special effects for blows, which are sometimes done in anime, but this was JoJo world in which there was a superpower suitable for this description. Hamon. It was the energy of the sun that allowed him to kill vampires and do incredible things through self-controlled breathing, but Joseph also showed that it could be harnessed due to its innate properties. And I didn't remember anything more about him.

- Impressive. - said the old woman, pulling me out of my thoughts and straightening the clothes she was wearing. - It was a pretty powerful blow.

- l should have told you that. - I said a little embarrassed because of the praise. - but what was that yellow glow around you?

- Special effects. She replied with simplicity for the innocent child that I was.

- You really do not take me for a stupid one! I understand that it was something cool. Teach. - I tried to take the bull by the horns.

- You won't lag behind, will you? - from me she waited only for a faster nod. - It was Hamon. Hamon is the energy of the sun, which is produced through proper breathing. I do not want to upset you, but to use it you need to undergo special training, this of course if you have the potential to use it.

The woman said with a slight smile as she saw the twisted face of a child in front of her.

- And by any chance there is no forced way to wake him up? I asked hopefully. After all, I don't have much time to train him because of my age and time constraints.

- There is. She said easily.

- Seriously?

- Yes. I have to catch your breath and then if you can make a hamon for a moment. It will also allow you to see your potential, but at the same time you will be in terrible agony.

- Let's. I said confidently recalling the [Scary Monsters] I was still in, as I doubted, she would be able to break through my defenses.

-Are you sure…- the woman fell silent, when in the golden eyes of the young man she saw the echoes of blue flame, which were the determination of this young man in front of her. A sigh came from her mouth. She raised her pinky finger, sparkling with a golden aura.

Stop. She's going... Before I could think of how her finger filled with hamon hit me in the stomach at a speed to which I could not react, reaching up to the diaphragm. Almost immediately, I fell to the ground, gasping and with a terrible pain all over my body, my vision blurred, and breakfast was about to leave my body in a non-natural way.

I do not know how long I lay on the ground trying to gather myself into one, but when it became easier for me, I did not feel any changes in my body. With difficulty getting up from the place where I was lying, my gaze caught on the shocking eyes of the granny. On my knees, I realized that I had the potential for hamon, or, by chance, I turned into the full form of a dinosaur.

- Well, grandma? I have the potential for this hamon of yours. - Immediately I got a heavy slap on the head, which again knocked me to the ground.

- Call me granny again and get another wake-up hit from the hamon. - She said angrily.

- O-Okay. Excuse me. - my voice rang out from the ground. - Then how can I contact you?

- Call me Lisa Lisa, and about your first question, I will answer that yes there is, and quite large. And I want to please you, it is very big, in my one hundred and eleven years I have never seen such a great potential, although I have trained a huge number of hamon users.

Stop she said one hundred and eleven! Stop she said Lisa Lisa! Joseph mother? How small this world is. Or is it the armor of the main characters.

The obsessive vibration of the phone call from my pocket did not give me the opportunity to continue my thoughts. It's strange who it can be, except for my mother, who doesn't know the number of this phone. Then a terrible thought came to my mind and to confirm it I turned my glassy gaze to Lisa Lisa and asked a question.

- How long have I been here?

- About half an hour. - she hammered the last nail into my coffin.

My shaking hand slowly crawled to my pocket and picked up the phone. Raising it at eye level, I saw the name caller user and my fears were confirmed, it was my mom. Putting the phone to my ear and pressing the answer button, I said:

- Y-yes.

- And you still have enough conscience to answer! - came the cry of the mother from the tube, because of which even Lisa Lisa closed her snakes and immediately continued. - When my friend called me and said that you are still not there, I almost had a heart attack and then I called you and you did not answer me for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes! I started to have gray hair on my head because of worry about you.

- Stop. - I immediately decided to take a decisive step and went into a counterattack. - I met a man in trouble and helped him. You yourself taught me all the time that people in need should be helped. Everything is fine with me and nothing happened. Now I will go to your friend and take everything I need and go straight home. I'll tell you everything in detail in the evening. Bye.

I hung up the phone knowing that in the evening, when she returned home, I would get several times more or I would be lucky and she would calm down and everything would end with an instructive speech.

- Okay. Teacher Lisa Lisa give me your phone number. - at her questioning look, I decided to explain. - Well, I saved you all the same! And now you have to save me from my mother punishment, and when she calms down a little you will teach me hamon. You said that I have great potential for hamon. Sin will lose that potential.

- So be it. If you persuade me so hard. - with some self-confidence she said, stretching out her hand to me to shake hands. Which I instantly reaped.

- Thanks. I will call you in the evening in any case. Goodbye teacher Lisa Lisa.

- See you.

By exchanging phone numbers. I ran at maximum speed for my normal body to the house of my mother friend. Taking the necessary things, I ran back home to tidy up the whole apartment, hoping to get as little on the head as possible.

Well, no matter what, I got hit on the head pretty hard, but still the teacher Lisa Lisa saved me a lot by saying that I helped her a lot when I saved her from people who wanted to rob her, and also took her home and helped bring her bags. After such praise and all that she said even to me, my ears turned red with embarrassment. An experience. She is still a hundred and eleven years old and she had to learn something, but she was never stupid.

They talked for several hours and agreed to meet the next day. It all ended quite well despite the fact that I was beaten harder that day than in all my two lives.