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After our less than pleasant battle with Geb, Mr. Joestar told us he knew a place where we could get to our destination, and we went towards a village surrounded by sand. The village's houses looked mostly modern, with one or two window scratched by the action of wind and sand, not many people walked on the dirt roads. The few citizens we saw were men leading cattle or walking with their children, but they were happy to lead us to the local hospital. The doctor analyzed Polnareff, said the wound was too deep, so he could only patch his eye up, we needed to take an ambulance to the next city. The group relieved a bit, but of course, Polnareff's was still leaking a small blood. Therefore me, Polnareff and a nurse went into the ambulance, while the rest of the group went by car, following us.

The ambulance was dead silent inside, sometimes interrupted with the occasional moan of pain. My head had that pesky feeling i engaged in a conversation with Polnareff.

"Hey Pol!"

He and the nurse looked at me with a big "?" printed on his face.

"So.... how did you met Mr. Joestar and the others?"

He pondered for a bit, made a sad yet tough face then he smiled, as if he faced great loss and great joy.

"So boy, listen here. My sister was murdered by a man with two right hands, and on my quest, i met paths with DIO, and he took advantage of my quest by inserting a flesh bud on by brain and that thing made me fight the Joestar group" taps his forehead

"So, that man we just fought..."

"Nah, here's the thing. DIO paid them money or used his natural charisma to persuade them into fighting us, some are even obsessed to the point of devotion! You must know to learn or understand your enemies's motivations to make the right decisions on a battle."

"So a enemy fighting for money might be less willing to fight than an enemy whose motivation is sheer devotion, right?"

Polnareff smiled and nodded.

Nakurami felt he understood the battles a bit more thanks to his guidance.

Chariot Social Link increased by one.