The dude has the Joestar bloodline, a powerful Stand, and a determination that could shake mountains. Hobo might look chill, but when it comes to a showdown, Josuke’s ability to restore and his speed will break Hobo like a twig. --- One sunny afternoon, in the bustling streets of Morioh, Josuke Higashikata was out enjoying a leisurely day. He was feeling great, with his trademark pompadour shining bright in the sunlight. While wandering around, he stumbled upon a hobo sitting against a wall, idly fiddling with two shiny coins he had in his pocket. “Hey there! What’s with the get-up, man?” Josuke asked, trying to lighten the mood. “You could use a little help.” “Oh, you know,” replied Hobo with a casual shrug, “Just livin’ the dream, man. These two cents — my biggest treasure!” “What do you mean? You’re broke, dude!” Josuke chuckled, trying to tease the hobo. “You could use some actual money!” “Money's overrated, Josuke. Just keep your heart light, and you’ll be rich in spirit!” Hobo shot back with a grin. “Anyway, why waste your time on someone like me? You should be out saving the world or whatever.” “Come on, man, you’ve got to have something better going on. You can’t just be lounging around in ragged clothes all day!” Josuke insisted. “Nah, why should I? Judging by your fancy clothes and hairstyle, it looks like you’ve got everything figured out. But honestly, what’s the point? Nice hair doesn’t win battles. It’s what’s inside that counts! Or… at least that’s what they say, right?” Hobo replied with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You think just because you’re some ragged wanderer you can come and lecture me?! You have no idea the kind of battles I fight!” Josuke snarled now, clearly annoyed. “What have you ever done, huh?” “Oh, I’ve done plenty. I survived without a dime in my pocket! Can you say the same? Maybe you fight with fists, but I’m fighting with survival! Good luck with that hero stuff, tough guy," Hobo smirked, pushing Josuke’s buttons even more. “Alright, that’s it! You’ve crossed the line!” Josuke shouted, his fists clenching tight. “Crazy Diamond, let’s show this hobo what it means to mess with a Joestar!” In a flash, he prepared to unleash his Stand. However, as Crazy Diamond clocked in to throw punches, Josuke paused mid-air, realizing he could restore everything — maybe he even needed to restore this hobo's mindset! But the truth dawned on him: this guy might just be a hobo, but he’d dodged the punches of life much longer than he should have. Realizing Hobo’s spirit was strong enough to mock him even in such a dire situation, Josuke backed down, desperately waving his hands. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Just, uh… don’t… don’t punch me, alright? I beg you for mercy!” Hobo laughed, handing Josuke the coins like they were worth a fortune. In the end, with a sigh of relief, Josuke left with a newfound respect for Hobo’s fortitude, while Hobo simply sat back down against the wall, chuckling at the absurdity of life.