After a warm and pleasant dinner, Kosaku Kawajiri took a bath, checked in on his studious young son, and only then—satisfied—retired to the study for a bit of late-night work before bed.
He closed the door. Slowly pulled out the chair and sat down. Then let out a weary sigh.
—The new body still doesn't feel entirely natural, but I've memorized every detail of Kosaku Kawajiri's life. My conversation with his wife just now didn't raise a single flag. All that's left is to fully integrate into this man's daily routine. But before that... I need to suppress the urge.
Shinobu Kawajiri was a sweet-faced married woman, but it was her hands that held far greater allure for the current "Kosaku Kawajiri."
—Not yet. Once things die down... once that woman Inori leaves this town, he could resume his former way of life.
Fleeing like this without putting up a fight—pathetic, cowardly—was like being ground down by an impossibly overpowered boss until your spirit broke and you chose to skip the fight entirely. But Yoshikage Kira knew this was the only way to live a peaceful life without leaving Morioh.
—They should have found my body by now.
Thinking this, Kosaku Kawajiri opened his briefcase and retrieved a notebook. A moving photograph tumbled out of it.
"Yoshikage. They've killed Tamaki Damo and the others."
The photograph depicted a talking old man—none other than Yoshihiro Kira, the Stand user who possessed Atom Heart Father, the ability to manipulate photographs. He had been dead for years, persisting through his Stand's power within this very photograph, aiding his son's battle against Inori and her allies in his own way.
"Good."
Kosaku Kawajiri—Yoshikage Kira—allowed himself a small smile.
The plan was proceeding smoothly. After all, this was the "correct fate" he'd discovered only after countless death loops. In this worldline, he could not only avoid death but shed his old skin entirely—escape the relentless specter that was Inori. For the next few days at least, he could sleep soundly as Kosaku Kawajiri.
He'd never been married, but his high intelligence made handling marital dynamics trivial. Shinobu hadn't suspected a thing.
As for Hayato Kawajiri... hmph. What could a child possibly do? Still, it was prudent to play the role of a good father, just in case.
Buoyed by visions of a bright future, Yoshikage Kira tucked the photograph containing his father into a drawer, then took out a pen and began to write in the notebook.
—April 12th, 1999.
This was his diary. To avoid losing himself amid the infinite reversals of time, Yoshikage Kira had maintained this handwritten journal, recording in meticulous detail the events of every do-over. He carried it on his person at all times—even while bathing.
But now, that was no longer necessary.
The notebook was already filled across many pages. Among the dates that had already been traversed, the farthest reached all the way to May 1st—which was also the very first date visible on the journal's opening page.
—May 1st. Cornered by Inori, I activated the Third Bomb, Bites the Dust, for the first time.
An invincible ability that uses my own death as the trigger to rewind time twenty-four hours.
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My name is Yoshikage Kira. I am thirty-three years old. I live in the villa district of northeast Morioh. Unmarried. I work at Kameyu Department Store. I return home no later than eight o'clock every evening. I don't smoke, and I drink only in moderation. I'm in bed by eleven p.m. I make sure to get a full eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I drink a glass of warm milk and do twenty minutes of stretching to relax my body before I go to sleep. I wake in the morning feeling no fatigue or stress at all, like a baby. My doctor says I'm perfectly healthy.
However, I—a man who only wished for a quiet life—encountered an adversary unlike any before.
Her name is Inori. The first time I saw her, I was captivated by those exquisitely crafted hands. Even having claimed the hands of forty-eight women, I had to admit—hers were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Not a single flaw. Perfect, as if a master sculptor had chiseled and polished them with the utmost care.
I couldn't suppress the restlessness inside me. I attacked her. That day was April 15th.
But I lost. Her power to erase time was too overwhelming. My Killer Queen couldn't overcome her. I had no choice but to sever my left arm in agony and let Sheer Heart Attack buy me time. I thought that returning home would grant me at least one peaceful day. But she tracked me down.
One of her allies—a boy named Josuke Higashikata—has the ability to restore objects. By repairing the Sheer Heart Attack I'd discarded, she found my house. Fortunately, an accident with the Arrow awakened a new ability in me: the Third Bomb, Bites the Dust. I pressed the switch and detonated myself, sending time back twenty-four hours.
After that, I tried to avoid provoking Inori, redirecting the urges her hands had stirred onto other women. But she noticed anyway, and I was forced to use Bites the Dust again.
From that point on, I reversed time many times over. Eventually, I came to understand one thing: Inori had known everything about me from the very beginning. She knew my history, my abilities. And I understood—unless I killed her, I would never be able to live a normal life. She could come for me at any moment.
So as a precaution, I set the Third Bomb to passive activation. The moment I sustained a fatal wound, the bomb would detonate—killing me, then rewinding the entire world twenty-four hours.
Living every day in fear—that is not who Yoshikage Kira is. I am a man who will secure his peaceful life no matter what.
I began having Father help me create Stand users to combat Inori and her allies, but every one I sent was effortlessly defeated. Around the twentieth use of Bites the Dust, I finally understood: she didn't just know about me—she knew the abilities of every Stand user who would appear in this town.
Honestly, I am a man who wants nothing more than a quiet life. I never imagined I'd provoke someone this terrifying.
I was in despair. But all I could do was try, again and again, with Bites the Dust.
At first, each self-detonation left me waking drenched in cold sweat. Eventually, I grew numb to it. I knew I could not defeat that woman with the power I currently possessed.
Then one day, my secrets were exposed. A boy named Koichi Hirose uncovered my Stand's secret and revealed the Third Bomb's activation conditions to Inori. I lost. Completely. She used King Crimson to restrain Killer Queen, and I couldn't trigger Bites the Dust.
But my luck has always been extraordinary. Ever since childhood, in all things, without exception.
Killer Queen achieved its ultimate evolution. The Fourth Bomb awakened—a weapon that could liberate me from my predicament entirely. Its ability: upon activation, it kills me and sends time back twenty days. It sounds like an enhanced version of Bites the Dust.
But its true power lies in what comes next.
It pulls a person from a parallel world. Using that person as an anchor point, the Fourth Bomb sets itself on them automatically, while simultaneously delivering a tool capable of creating Stand users that don't exist in this world. Inori may know every Stand ability that appears in Morioh—but if the attacking Stands come from a parallel world, even she would be helpless.
I returned to the morning of April 2nd. Nothing had happened yet—before Inori and Jotaro Kujo even arrived in Morioh. I spent a week searching, and finally located the extra person the Fourth Bomb had brought in. Heh. She'd become Koichi Hirose's sister.
A truly invincible ability. The person it brings is automatically assigned an identity and background by the world itself—seamlessly integrated, with no one the wiser. After finding her, I also discovered a human bone at Lovers' Cape, where she'd awakened. By binding it to an Arrow, I could successfully create parallel-world Stands.
With the Corpse Arrow in hand, I gave this invincible ability its name—
—Fourth Bomb: Great Days.