Time flew by like a white steed galloping past a crack in a wall, quickly passing.
It was very boring to keep hiding in the mansion. Although they could move freely within the mansion, they couldn't leave, because their mission was to protect Trish, and the best way to protect Trish was, of course, to hide her.
So, instead of defending Trish from enemy attacks, it was better to hide themselves and wait for the opportune moment.
During this time, Takatsuki had been continuously researching how to replicate puppets in this world.
Because there was no magic power within Fugo's body.
Magic power can be converted from life force or spiritual power, but Fugo did not have the organs or abilities to convert it into magic power.
So he had to find another way to substitute this part of magic power.
Fortunately, he found a good substitute, and that was the ability of Gold Experience.
Gold Experience can directly inject life force into a target. If it's an inanimate object, it will give it life; if it's a living creature, it will make its spirit run wild. This life force itself can also be a substitute for magic power, and Hamon can also serve as a substitute.
So, whether to use Hamon, the ability of Gold Experience, or other energies as a substitute was a troublesome matter.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound rang in Takatsuki's ears.
"?"
Takatsuki raised an eyebrow and stopped what he was doing.
"Ai-chan, what was that sound just now?"
Takatsuki was certain that the sound just now was not a hallucination, nor did it come from outside, but rather directly from within his mind.
"Papa, it's the sound of crystals arriving after a mission is completed."
Ai's voice rang out at the opportune moment.
"Mission completed? Wait... who died?"
As Takatsuki spoke, a panel popped up in front of him, and among the names listed, Formaggio's name was crossed out.
"!"
"Bucciarati!"
Seeing the record provided by the panel, Takatsuki immediately rushed out of his room.
"Hmm? Is something wrong?"
Unlike Takatsuki, who was engrossed in researching puppets in his room, Bucciarati and the others were gathered in the living room. Bucciarati, sitting in the living room, held a book and looked up towards Takatsuki.
The other three, sitting around a circular table on the other side, also looked over.
Takatsuki quickly scanned the living room, confirming the number of people present.
"Bucciarati, have you forgotten what I said before? Why did you still let Narancia go out?"
Aside from Trish, Narancia was the only one not present.
Bucciarati was slightly surprised by Takatsuki's words, but before he could say anything, Abbachio on the other side had already stood up and walked towards Takatsuki.
"Hey! Kid, I don't care if you're Fugo or the so-called Takatsuki, who told you to talk to Bucciarati like that!"
Abbachio said, reaching out to grab Takatsuki's collar, but Takatsuki pushed him away with a backhand.
"Such great strength."
Abbachio, who had reached out to grab Takatsuki's collar first but was almost pushed to the ground by Takatsuki's casual shove, was greatly surprised. He knew Fugo very well.
After all, they had been teammates in the squad for a long time.
He clearly knew that Fugo did not possess such great strength, let alone this was just a casual push from Takatsuki.
Is it the so-called Hamon?
After the group settled down here, Takatsuki had fulfilled his promise and taught Hamon to the Bucciarati Squad members.
However, apart from Bucciarati and Giorno who persisted in practicing, only Mista learned a little bit of the basics.
Narancia couldn't calm down at all and was too hyper, while Abbachio was unwilling to learn Hamon. He was still wary of Takatsuki and naturally unwilling to learn the skills Takatsuki taught.
"Abbachio, stop!"
Abbachio instinctively wanted to release his Stand to confront Takatsuki, but he was stopped by Bucciarati.
Bucciarati put down his book and walked over: "How did you know Narancia went out?"
I should have hidden it well.
Bucciarati didn't think Takatsuki had discovered them letting Narancia go out, because if he had discovered it earlier, he would have come out to stop it, instead of questioning it several hours after Narancia had left.
"Why? It seems you still haven't believed what I said before. Fate told me. Since fate issued the mission, I naturally know the progress of the mission. Formaggio just died. What do you think is the reason?"
"Are you backstabbing me like this, Bucciarati, when I'm trying to help you?"
Takatsuki stared at Bucciarati and said.
"..."
Bucciarati was silent for a moment, then stepped forward: "I'm sorry..."
He didn't explain anything, because both he and Takatsuki understood why such a thing had happened.
Ultimately, it was due to a lack of trust.
Although Bucciarati chose to outwardly trust Takatsuki for some reasons and had the rest of the squad accept Takatsuki, in reality, he still had doubts about matters concerning the future.
Takatsuki had told him about Formaggio and how Narancia would be targeted and get into a fight if he went out, but he still chose to let Narancia go.
It wasn't that he completely distrusted Takatsuki, but rather, because he trusted Takatsuki, he chose to distrust him.
Because Takatsuki had proposed that he would go shopping instead of Narancia and defeat the enemy.
Bucciarati was unsure if Takatsuki's request was an attempt to control their squad's actions or to mislead them.
So he chose to feign compliance with this action, secretly sending Narancia out without Takatsuki's knowledge, to see if things would remain unchangeable as before.
Bucciarati was not unconcerned about his subordinates. When Narancia left, he had already told Narancia that he might encounter an enemy this time, as well as the enemy's Stand ability.
He had great faith in his subordinates' abilities, believing that they would never lose to the opponent once they knew their abilities.
"So, do you believe it now?"
Takatsuki crossed his arms and looked at Bucciarati. If Bucciarati maintained such an extremely distrustful attitude towards him, he felt that perhaps he didn't need to worry about Bucciarati and their lives anymore.
Anyway, they were destined to die. Although there was some past sentiment involved, if saving them would cause him a lot of trouble and be unrewarding, then there was no need to save them.
"If things are as you say..."
Bucciarati was silent for a moment and then said, "The next person is up to you."
After speaking, Bucciarati looked at the others: "Everyone, pack your things, get ready to leave."