5 Chapter 5: "Jojo's"
-BEEP!-
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[Congratulations, you got the complete collection of "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure"!]
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I went blank, it felt a little... I don't know. I'm not saying Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is a bad manga, quite the contrary, but to have waited two years to be able to do this... it felt a bit anticlimactic.
I was patient, very patient. I held on to the desire to become a Mangaka and even gave up many things in my personal life for this.
Why?
The system promised me a lot... or so I remember, it all gets a little confusing after two years.
Now I have it in front of me, the opportunity to become famous and rich...
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[Do you wish to accept your reward?]
[Y/N]
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'It's an insult that there is an option not to accept this reward.' I thought.
Leaving no more space between my thoughts, I accepted the reward.
-Ding!-
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[Jojo's Bizarre adventures (Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken): Jojo's Bizarre Adventures, better known worldwide as "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure," tells the story of the Joestar family through the decades and their ongoing confrontations with the evil vampire Dio Brando and his legacy.
Manga was created and illustrated by Hirohiko Araki.
Genres: Action, fantasy.
Demographics: Shounen, Seinen].
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-Ding!-
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[The skill "Mastery of styles(Intermediate)" has been activated!]
[The drawing style of "Hirohiko Araki" has been successfully mastered and copied!]
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-Ding!-
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[Due to the low intelligence of the Host the system has decided to increase these parameters by force based on the need to be able to process all the manga information obtained in a more organized way]!
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'Did the system just call me an idiot?'
-Ding!-
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[The user will enter into a state of rest or repose, better known as sleep, within 3...
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It's 4:00 pm, I forgot I had to go pick up Shiina...
'Shit.' I thought.
I just woke up, I hadn't set any alarms because I suddenly fainted, although it's a bit of a lazy excuse.
Looking at my phone again, I checked the messages Chihiro left me.
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[Chihiro-senpai: You seem to have forgotten Shiina, don't worry, I'll take care of her for today].
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I don't know whether to feel relieved or worried about Chihiro's message, well, I also feel a little angry.
Putting all those thoughts aside, I decided to calm down.
'Most likely everyone is already in Sakurasou.' I thought.
I don't remember school schedules very well, much less would I remember that sort of thing after waking up.
"Right, I'm supposed to be smarter now." I muttered.
Opening my Status, I was surprised by what I saw:
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-Status-
Host: [Ichijo Funamoto].
Titles: [Failed Mangaka].
STR: 5
VIT: 4
DEX: 6 --> 25
INT: 6 --> 20
CHA: 2 --> 2.5
AGI: 5
[SP: 12,000(+5,000)] --> [17,000]
-Skills-
[Drawing (Master)
[Writing (Novice)
[Cooking (Apprentice)].
[Quick Hands (Apprentice)].
[Golden Hour (Advanced)
[Mastery of Styles (Intermediate)].
[Infallible Anatomy (Apprentice)].
-Storage-
[x1 Rank increase ticket]
-Works/Mangas
[Sanemi - 50 sales]
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'I am now, three times smarter than the average person.'
I was stunned looking at my stats, it was too exaggerated.
I can't level up there aren't even stat points, increasing any of my stats is too complicated. My only advantage is that through skills I can become... Stronger? No, that is incorrect.
If I had a martial arts system maybe the skills would make me strong, but this is not the case.
Skill at the rank of [Novice] does not grant any benefit by itself, from the rank [Apprentice] onwards when a real benefit can be obtained.
The Mangaka system is rare in itself.
However there is something I like about this system, and that is that no matter how much I neglect my body, my stats will not drop, and my skill rank will remain the same.
... Looking more closely at the floating screen in front of me, I realized something.
'When did I get another rank-up ticket?' I mentally questioned, trying to remember...
Shiina!
Yeah, maybe I got that after "Going to Shiina's room". I even got SP, I'm thankful I didn't get any weird titles from the system.
'I'll use it later.' I thought.
It would be a waste to use it now, not quite, but I'd rather use it when I need it.
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Without forgetting the reason why I had fainted, I started to review in my mind all the information I had obtained...
Not counting other Jojo's spin-off series, which, by the way, if I have the other series of this one, then Jojo's has a total of 8 parts.
I have all the parts engraved in my mind, page by page, more than 60 times...
If I divert my thoughts to something else unrelated to Jojo's, then this information will only become vague, but if I focus on them, it's like having the manga directly in my mind... that makes me feel uneasy.
Not because there is that feeling, but because now I want to draw, totally voluntarily and with all my passion!
Before my only motivation for drawing was money, but now I want to draw voluntarily.
'It's still early, should I do it?' I thought.
Leaving my room now would feel awkward, plus I don't want to see either Shiina or Chihiro right now. I know I owe Chihiro a favor right now, but her entrusting me with her cousin... makes me feel a little annoyed.
Shiina is not to blame for anything, quite the contrary, Chihiro is a woman who is too lazy with anything that has nothing to do with getting a partner. I can't complain, it would be very ungrateful of me to do so, after all, I just took advantage of everyone in Sakurasou, even Chihiro herself, but that's not something I can control.
By "take advantage" I mean the rewards I get from the system, but as I mentioned: I don't control that.
... Following my impulses, I started to look for my drawing material.
The drawing material that my former publisher gave me consisted of a small drawing table, several brushes, and an inkwell. The drawing material that I bought consisted of a lead holder, leads, a pen holder, pens, and several pencils.
I also have some markers and markers, but most of them are dry, right, I have a 30cm ruler...
I had virtually no real drawing supplies before my old publisher gave me drawing supplies, they didn't give me a lot of stuff, but it was more than enough. Luckily I still had plenty of ink in my inkwells.
Because I had no real material before publishing my manga? Well, it's simple. Few mangakas get their stories published on the first try, that's why it's better to just make sketches than to make a full volume... But today I will do the opposite!
Against all common sense, I will draw a complete volume.
I still have several sheets, the standard professional size, B4 sheets.
Most of the money I was making was going directly into that size of sheet, even though they are small sheets that cost too much. But I don't usually use those sheets.
It is better to draw on A4 or A5 sheets.
Arranging all my materials, I sat down.
... I just looked at the sheet of paper in front of me, without doing anything.
It's not like I was returning to drawing after a long time, but it felt like it. Picking up a fine-tipped pencil, I concentrated on what I wanted to draw.
Chapter 1, or, in other words: The prologue.
My vision became sharper, and I quickly began to move my pencil, activating my [Quick Hands] ability.
Unlike [Quick Hands], my other drawing skills are, so to speak, passive skills.
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[Author: Hi, you can skip all this! It's just a summary of chapter 1 of Phantom Blood Volume 1, I won't do these summaries very often (Probably only 1 summary every 10 or 8 chapters].
The arrival of Dio.
Under the threshold at night, showing a shot of the moon, the prologue begins with a kind of ritual performed by a man with a stone mask, sacrificing and killing a woman, who was tied to a stone bed.
Shouting: "Blood is Life!!!". That masked man plunged his ceremonial knife into that woman, bathing her mask with blood that splattered.
From the mask appeared several claws that looked like bones, which pierced the man's head.
That man did it... Eternal life!
Murdering one of his men, who willingly offered his life, he stuck his hand in his neck, causing veins to protrude from his face.
With his hand still on the man's neck, he lifted him high into the sky, then smashed him to the ground, using bestial force, completely breaking the ground beneath him.
The mask was miraculous, it gave him eternal life and the power to dominate.
However, at some point, this tribe disappeared from history, without reaching its goal...
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Changing scenery, we can see a man lying on his bed, looking deplorable. If it could be described in any other way, then it would be the following: "Ugly".
Making an extra effort, that man spoke to his son: "D... Dio... Can you hear me?"
Without hearing an answer, that man spoke again between coughs: "Dio.... Cof! Cof! Cof! Cof! Dio come! Are you deaf!?"
Heeding his father's voice, the one now known as Dio closed the book he was reading, and replied, "Yes Father? Do you want your medicine?"
In a weak voice, the father replied, "N-no, I don't need medicine... Dio, are you coming for a moment? There's something I'd like to tell you."
"I don't have much time left...in this world...and I know it. I will die soon." Said that man. "When I die you will be my only unfinished business... listen Dio. Cof! When I die you will deliver this letter and go to the address written on it!
This man owes me a favor... I am sure he will look after you and your future!....
You owe me big time!"
Seeing the man's memories, he narrated:
It happened 12 years ago now, on a rainy day in 1868. I could never tell Dio what happened that day. Rain often softens the cliffs causing carriages to fall often.
I was on my way back with a waitress from the bar, when suddenly we saw a destroyed carriage at the bottom of the cliff. Seeing the appearance of the carriage and ignoring the waitress's warning, I crawled towards the carriage.
"Wou." Murmured that man as he saw the corpse of what appeared to be a butler, impaled by a stone spike.
Approaching another corpse a little away from the butler, he said, ".... And the one over there is dead."
The waitress likewise went down to the carriage, and approached it, and then exclaimed, "There's a woman in the carriage! But she's holding a baby that's still alive, she must have been protecting it."
"There's a baby?! What do I care!" shouted that man.
Holding the hand of the corpse in front of him, the man began to remove the ring that was already in his hand.
"W-what are you doing!". Questioned the waitress.
"You're dumber than you look! Can't you see that?
I'll take the valuables! One man's misfortune is another man's gain Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Said that man greedily.
"Sure, how clever you are!". Complimented that waitress.
"What luck, I hit the lottery!". That man exclaimed, looking at a suitcase he found.
Opening the suitcase, the man asked: "What is this?"
Looking inside the suitcase, he saw a mask, to which he said, "What an ugly mask. I don't want it."
Turning this time to the waitress, the man said, "Hey, help me open this guy's jaw!
We'll pull out his front teeth to sell to a dentist and make a lot of money!"
"B-but..."
"Only nobles can afford to buy these teeth and he's a noble! Where's the harm in that?" Angrily questioned that man, so that out of nowhere he felt a strong grip on his wrist.
"AH!!!?" He exclaimed.
"Us..." Was the only thing that came out of the mouth of the man lying on the ground.
With dread, the man jumped away from the man lying on the ground, exclaiming, "BOOAAAAAH!!!-He's still alive!".
The man lying on the ground turned his gaze to the two people in front of him, looking at the other man, asking, "Did you... save me? Thank you."
Leaving a brief silence, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes in anguish and asked, "My... My wife...!
My wife and son... Are they okay? Are they safe?"
Clasping his hands together in a pitying manner and with false pity in his voice, the other man replied, "Idio...I'm afraid your wife and the driver have passed away, but the baby is safe."
'He thinks I was saving his life.' Said that man in his thoughts.
"It should have been me instead of her..... but my son is fine, it must be fate..." Said the man lying on the ground. Reaching into his suit, looking for something, the man lying on the ground did not find it, because he spoke again, "I would return the favor with money, but it seems that someone has come before you and stole my wallet and rings..." He said, resignedly.
"I am from the Joestar family, and I would like to thank you for saving my life. Tell me your name before I fall unconscious again. We Joestar always pay our debts."
'He's an idiot!... Haha, I don't think I'll lose anything by telling him my name.' Thought that man, with a nasty grin.
"I am a humble commoner...my name is Dario Brando."
... And so we return to the previous scene, lying on his bed, close to his death, the one now known as Dario Brando stares at his son, his eyes tired.
'The Joestars gave me money which I then used to open a bar, but my luck went to shit. My wife died, I had to close the bar, and now I'm on my deathbed. shit!' Dario thought.
"Dio, when I die go with the Joestars! You're a smart boy, never lose to anyone and become the richest in the world!" shouted Dario, to his son...
And just as Dario requested, Dio did as his father asked.
Dario Brando died, and now Dio was staring at his father's tombstone.
-Fiuuuuush-
The winds were strong.
Staring at his father's gravestone with contempt and rancor, Dio formulated his plans.
'You were a horrible father who sent Mom to her grave! A cheeky, bad person. Make me the richest? Fine! No problem.
I will accept your "Inheritance"! I can do it on my own, but I will use everything and everyone! I will take everything from the Joestars, everything they have, and I will never lose to anyone!'
With a last glance at his father's grave, Dio spat into his grave, then left the cemetery...
The 19th century!
An era of development in industry and commerce changed the lifestyle and outlook of most of the population!
Even though many remained poor and destitute, young and old dreamed of one day being part of the nobility!
The dream of wealth ate up all of Europe!
... -BAM-
A doll was being lifted into the air, held roughly by a young man who was waving it in the air.
"Noooooo!" A young girl exclaimed.
"HAHA!" scoffed the one holding the doll.
"Give her back to me, you'll tear her arms off!". Reproached the young girl.
"Erina, was it your daddy the quack who bought this doll!!!?
How about ripping her clothes off, then we'll know how well-made she is!"
-Snif-
-Snif-
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha Erina, Erina! Erina the crybaby!" the bullies taunted.
"Stop!" A young newcomer exclaimed, startling the bullies and the young girl now known as Erina.
"Give back the doll!" The same young man exclaimed.
"And who's this, a little friend of Erina's?". Questioned one of the bullies.
"I don't know her, but I have many reasons to fight!". The young man exclaimed and then approached at full speed towards one of the bullies, and delivered a blow with his head.
"Ah!" Complained the surprised bully. "Im-imbecile! I abhor those who play hero in front of girls! I'll kick your ass!" shouted the bully, as the young man landed several blows on his body, without doing any damage.
-Puom!
"Gah!"
The bully struck the young man with both hands, knocking him to the ground.
"Hah, he's such a wimp!" he sneered. "Have you ever seen anyone so pathetic? He tried to help her and ended up on the floor! Hey, do you know him?" the Bravado asked.
"No idea, I don't think he's the sole heir of the Joestar, is he?" replied the other Bravucon with a bit of hesitation.
"I hate the rich! I have no reason, but I hate them to my soul! If you're a Joestar that's reason enough to make mincemeat out of you even more!"
"Ugh..." In pain, that young man who fought with the bullies took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his nose, having the bad luck that the bullies saw the writing on his handkerchief.
-Jonathan Joestar
"If it isn't a Joestar after all!" Exclaimed one of the bullies, causing them to start kicking and stomping on him.
"Hmf! 'Stay and play on your property!" Angrily exclaimed one of the bullies.
"Let's go!" the other bully shouted, causing the other bully to spit at the young man now lying on the ground.
"Ugh, agh..."
Looking at the condition of the young man who "helped" her, Erina went over to check on the young man.
Seeing me as Erina approached him, that young man pulled her away abruptly: "Leave me alone! Get out! I didn't come here to earn your gratitude!" The young man exclaimed.
"I want to be a true knight! I was a lady in trouble! There are times when a knight must muster the courage to fight with someone bigger, even if he is at a great disadvantage!....
But someday I can win..." He said, walking away from the place, leaving Erina alone, and leaving behind the handkerchief he used to wipe his blood.
Seeing this, Erina picked it up, reading the writing on it...
"Jonathan Joestar..." She murmured, turning her gaze again to the one now known as Jonathan, who was heading for home.
In the distance, a carriage can also be seen going in the same direction as Jonathan.
Why did he take the handkerchief out of his pocket? If he hadn't known his name, he wouldn't have been attacked so rudely...' Erina thought, watching Jonathan walk away. 'Maybe he must have done it to become a real "Gentleman", as he said...'
... Jonathan had reached his home, when he saw a carriage approaching him, stopping at the entrance.
-Bam!
The carriage door opened abruptly, and a suitcase fell out of the carriage.
-Plonk!
To be followed by a young man jumping out of the carriage and landing gracefully. This same young man turned his gaze to Jonathan.
-Baaaaam-
There was suspense. Jonathan was stunned as he stared at the young man who appeared.
"Who could it be?" Jonathan questioned.
Ah, I know, it must be Dio! Dio Brando! His father saved mine's life and he died recently, so Dad adopted him with us. We're the same age!' Jonathan thought, with a goofy grin on his face.
"You're God Brando, aren't you?" Jonathan asked.
"And you must be Jonathan Joestar." He said, Dio, returning a smile, this time mysterious, to Jonathan.
"Everyone calls me JoJo... A pleasure!" introduced Jonathan politely.
-Wow-
-Wow-
A dog's bark sounded, attracting Dio's attention.
-Wow-
-Wow-
-Wow-
"Danny!" Jojo exclaimed, with a smile on his face, stretching his arms out towards the dog that could be seen in the distance.
"Meet him! He's my dear Danny, a very smart little hunting dog! He won't bite!" said Jojo happily. "I know you'll like him very soon."
"Hm!" Dio complained, with a look of disgust.
"Gyaaaaaaaauuuu!!!". Exclaimed the dog, after receiving a quick knee from Dio.
'What? Dannyy!!!'
Snapping out of his daze, Jojo claimed, "What are you doing, I'll never forgive you!"
'So this is the heir; the only son of the Joestars, JOJO!' Dio thought, raising his fists, preparing for the imminent. 'I will break him by psychological torture, Then, I, DIO, will take his place as heir to the Joestar fortune!'
-Plic-
The dog fell to the ground, it all happened so fast.
You can see how Jojo's dog was lying on the ground, his fall caused some dust to rise from the ground...
[Author: This is the end!!!
You may complain about this, but come on, praise my effort! It took me some time to write and describe all of Chapter 1... It's only chapter 1! It's a surprise how much work and effort they put into manga before, now a manga chapter lasts on average only 20 pages.
I decided to write the whole chapter for one simple reason: filler.
This will serve to fill in the word counter, personally, I don't like to put a "Word Count", that would make me feel like a slacker... in fact, I am, even this post I put here is filler hahahahaha].
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-Pik-
Dropping my brush, I lay down on the floor, not looking at the last page I had drawn....
At what point did I go from drawing with a pencil to drawing with a brush? It doesn't matter, the important thing was that I was done.
Despite the hard work and overexertion, I was able to finish chapter one without any errors.
Wait, just chapter 1?
Even if I could draw all the volumes of Jojo's right now, I wouldn't do it. Even if Jojo's was a hit in my world, what assures me that it will be a hit in this world? The system doesn't ensure that the manga I get from the same system will be popular.
Drawing all the volumes of Jojo's right now is just a waste of time... plus my body can't handle that much workload. Although my dexterity is exaggeratedly high, my stamina is crap, below average.
... "I can't move." I muttered.
My back hurts, my wrist hurts, my legs fell asleep and I am hungry... Shouldn't the system give me some reward for all my effort...
Before activating my [Golden Hour] ability, I grabbed my phone and checked the time;
[7:23 pm]
"..."
To hell with everything.
-Ding!-
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[You activated the [Golden Hour] skill!
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[Disclaimer: Yes, more filler, but this is more interesting:
"Power Stones goal"
100 Power Stones = 1 extra Chapter]
[Author: Many will say I'm a cheapskate for making this offer, and yes, I am. The goal is mostly to give me the motivation to write, not to get me to post an extra chapter (But if I already had an extra chapter, then I'll post it if they reach the goal)].
[Hello, I'm the author. I am so generous that I am giving you the joy of reading this chapter early!
I'm actually posting this to try out a translator I'm using (I just saw that I was being recommended to use Chatgpt, but it's too late.
If the chapter has errors, please say so in the comments, so I can correct them.]
