Time for the old crew to pass the torch. Though spoiler alert, this isn't the last time in this story where we see anyone from Morioh.

Giorno and Rarity finally made it back to their shared dorm room. Most would raise an eyebrow at the single bed, but they had not yet gone that far in their relationship. Focusing on keeping the flame out of the wind, they wound up ignoring their friends, including the kindly old janitor they normally conversed with. Once inside Giorno grabbed a loaf of bread and took a bite out of the center, placing the lighter inside. Rarity set up the desk to keep it safe from the wind.

They then sat down on the bed. "Alright, so far so good," Giorno said, "Now we just need to keep an eye on it for the next twenty-three hours." He went to lock the window, but saw the door starting to open. In the mirror, he saw Koichi. "Uh oh...," he muttered. "Uh oh, what?," Rarity asked. "It's that couple from the cafe," Giorno hissed. "Here at our school...?," Rarity whispered, "How'd they track us down...?" They quickly slipped out a nearby window as Koichi and Yukako stepped in. "I don't see them in here," Yukako said.

"Good, then we can look around," Koichi said, "They may not have the luggage around here, but we may be able to at least retrieve our passports." The Italian couple looked at each other. "We forgot about their passports...," Giorno realized. "Where are they?," Rarity asked. "I put them in the file cabinet to return later," Giorno explained, "But that's not important. If they find the lighter, they might extinguish the flame to avoid a fire hazard. We have to retrieve it somehow."

He then saw the light above where they placed the lighter and saw the switch it led to was within his Stand's reach. "There. Gold Experience!" Gold Experience's energy traveled to where the light was hanging, turning it into a snake which grabbed the bread and lighter in its jaws. However, it wound up dropping it, getting Koichi's attention. Luckily, it landed near the filing cabinet, distracting Koichi since the passports were in it. This gave Rarity a chance to retrieve the lighter using Art of the Dress.

"That was too close," Rarity said as she held the lighter while they walked down the stairs. Just then, she got splashed with water. "Oh, careful there," the janitor said, "I was cleaning the stairs just now." Rarity sighed, the flame having gone out because of the water. "Damn it...," Giorno muttered, "And we were only an hour in." "Is there something wrong with that lighter?," the janitor asked. He took it and shook it near his ear. "Well, it doesn't seem to be broken, and there's plenty of gas. It should still light."

"That would be impossible," Rarity said. She and Giorno thought that if it was that easy to relight, there'd be no point to the test. However, the elderly gentleman proved them wrong as he hit the switch and the lighter instantly flared up, acting more like a welding torch than a lighter. "Ah, see? I was startled by the brightness, but it lights just fine. What are you two even doing with a lighter anyway?" Giorno took the lighter, completely stunned. "There should have been no way..." "Uh, Giorno...," Rarity said, "I think Polpo had another type of test in mind."

He looked where Rarity was pointing and saw a dark cloaked figure dressed like it belong in the Italian Renaissance. It was Polo's Stand, Black Sabbath. The Stand walked through the nearby archway, then somehow moved behind the couple, grabbing the janitor's soul out of him. "You reignited it! You now have two paths, life or death! Which path will be yours!?" Meanwhile the janitor had frozen stiff. "What's happening...? I can't move... Call a doctor please..." Black Sabbath opened its mouth, and Rarity gasped when something popped out. "That's the arrow that hit me five years ago!"

Sure enough, Black Sabbath used the arrowhead to pierce the old man's soul. The janitor slumped over, dead. "This was not one of the chosen," Black Sabbath said as he tossed the man aside. "This is the real test," Rarity realized, "Buccellati said our questions would be answered if we passed the test. This is a test... Of Stand potential." Black Sabbath then turned to Giorno. "You also reignited it. You will be given the same test." Giorno leapt out of the way as Black Sabbath moved to grab him. "It will attack anyone who witnessed the reignition."

Black Sabbath grabbed at Giorno's Shadow, pulling out Gold Experience, then opened its mouth to reveal the arrow. That when Art of the Dress grabbed at it. "You have already been chosen," Black Sabbath said, "Do no interfere." "Open your eyes, bastard!," Rarity argued, "Don't you recognize a Stand when you have one in your arms!?" "He was not hit with the arrow," Black Sabbath noted. "And that means what?," Rarity pointed out, "It's not just the arrow that give Stands."

Gold Experience proved Rarity point by socking Black Sabbath in the jaw. "It's clearly an automatic Stand," Giorno said, "Moving of its own will regardless of Polpo's situation. It's like a robot. Gold Experience! Shake him off!" Gold Experience knocked Black Sabbath off, kicking at its leg before shoving it aside. It then proceeded to attack rapidly. "MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!" Black Sabbath was knocked back into the shadows, where it disappeared.

"How did it pull that off?," Rarity wondered, "It should be slowed by Gold Experience's effect." "I don't know," Giorno said, "But we have to track it down. It doesn't seem to differentiate those with Stands not gained from the arrow from ordinary people." He suddenly grabbed at his neck, which was feeling pain. Black Sabbath had merged into the shadows and grabbed Gold Experience, trying to force it through its neck. Giorno released his power and stumbled back, dragging Black Sabbath into the light, where it seemed to get injured.

It pulled back and leapt down to where the shadows were. "It's power," Rarity realized, "It can only move through shadows." "That's why it went for the old man first," Giorno realized, "Because we were in the sunlight, while he was caught in the shade of the railings." He looked at the sun. "But the sun is setting. Once it gets behind the building..." "Hey, what's going on here!?," Koichi said as he and Yukako came out, "Who killed that man at the foot of the stairs!?"

"We saw you talking with him earlier," Yukako noted, "And we saw you ignite the lighter." "You did what now?," Rarity said, concerned. Black Sabbath suddenly came up behind Koichi and grabbed Echoes. As it revealed the arrow, Yukako called out, "Love Deluxe!" Black Sabbath found itself grabbed again. "Koichi's been stabbed by an arrow once already, thank you!" "He was not tested," Black Sabbath as it struggled against the strands of hair, "All who reignite the lighter must be tested, save one." Rarity's eyes widened. She had thought Black Sabbath's actions were based around the arrow.

"Polpo knows I'm a Stand user," she realized, "He must have been there when I was shot!" The arrow shot out as Gold Experience blocked it, causing Giorno to wince as his hand got pierced. "This hurt like hell," he said, "But I dragged you into the sunlight." Black Sabbath saw part of the railings had been changed into a hanging vine, exposing it to the sun. It found enough shade to escape before it burned up. "So light can damage it," Rarity noted. "That was a Stand just now, wasn't it?," Yukako realized, "Where's the user?" "About ten or so kilometers in that direction," Giorno said, pointing to where the prison was.

"So it's remote," Koichi realized, "Like with Sheer Heart Attack. Did it kill the old man?" "It attacks anyone who sees the lighter get reignited," Rarity said, "I'm the only exception because this is supposed to be a test. Anyone Polpo doesn't know is a Stand user will be attacked, even if they already have a Stand. But it can only move in shadows, and sunlight can hurt it." "That Stand had an arrow in its mouth," Koichi said, "We've seen something like it before. Twice now."

"And you got stabbed by this arrow?," Giorno said. Koichi nodded. "I would have died if not for a close friend. Normally people without Stand potential can't survive if the arrow hits them fatally. But those that have it, like Yukako, will survive and have their Stand awakened. I can't believe one these arrows is here in Italy." Yukako them saw some birds overhead. "Here's a thought. Can that Stand travel through moving shadows?" Giorno felt his foot get grabbed as a bird flew over his shadow near a tree. Black Sabbath come out to try another attack.

"Echoes!," Koichi called out, "Act 3!" Black Sabbath felt its hands get heavier. "Keep it there," Rarity said, "Art of the Dress!" Art of the Dress used its crystals to cut down a nearby tree. Black Sabbath was exposed, but Rarity wasn't done. "Let me show you a technique I adopted from my grandfather. Crystal Lenses!" Several lenses grew in midair, reflecting the sunlight and burning Black Sabbath as Art of the Dress moved to attack. "CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO! Che caro tesoro!"

Black Sabbath groaned as it burned up under the sun and Rarity's assault. "Well, we're safe now," Giorno said, "But what about our initiation?" "Never mind that!," Koichi said, "If there's another arrow here there's likely to be more victims! I need to call our friends in Japan!" "Not a good idea," Rarity said, "Polpo, the Stand user in prison, is part of a gang we were trying to join. But we should have defeated him, right?" "Just his Stand," Yukako said, "Remote Stands almost never negatively impact their users if damaged, so this Polpo should be unaware of what happened, save for some heaviness in his hands. Just be careful you don't relight that lighter a second time."

Later Giorno and Rarity explained their situation. "Are we sure we can leave them like this?," Yukako asked as they left. "I saw something in Giorno's eyes," Koichi said, "The same virtue of justice I've seen all too many times with Josuke. His birth might be bizarre, but in the end Giorno's still a Joestar by blood. This is his story now. All we can do is pass the torch." Yukako smiled. "If you say so, Koichi. I just hope they can handle whatever Stand user triggered Giorno's awakening."

When the couple returned to the prison, the lighter still lit, they saw something seem to emerge from the wall. It was Polpo, eating a pizza as big as he was. He then opened the fridge to get some fruit. "Ah, you've returned. And I see the lighter is still lit. Well done. Listen well. The most important thing in this gang is trust. Conversely the worst thing you can do in this gang is insult that trust. We don't fight over silly things like money or profit, but we will not suffer an insult to our good name. I think in that situation even God would permit murder." He took the still lit lighter. "That said, I offer my congratulations to the both of you on passing the initiation."

He passed out a couple of badges. "These signify proof that you're now a member of the Passione gang. I've arranged for you to work under Buccellati, since you're already familiar with him." Rarity took her badge, and Giorno saw the fridge in plain sight as he took his. Polpo finished his wine as he saw the couple leave. 'I wonder if they really kept the flame lit for twenty-four hours. Maybe they did, maybe the girl's Stand was strong enough to deal with mine, or maybe the boy now has his own Stand.' He chuckled. "Either way, I can make use of those two."

He then saw he fridge door was slightly open. "I could have sworn I closed this door. Then again, the blood tends to rush to my stomach when I'm eating." He took one of the bananas. "At my age I could use some extra potassium." As he peeled the banana and held it his mouth, he heard a clicking sound. "What was that...?" He looked around, but shrugged when he saw nothing. He began to place the banana in his mouth, but gasped when it suddenly change into a gun. The clicking sound was when he had pulled back the safety while peeling it. And now he was holding the trigger.

The gun went off, blowing Polpo's brains all over the wall, as well as ripping through his Stand and breaking off the arrowhead. Outside, Giorno and Rarity were holding hands. "He shouldn't have insulted the old man's life," Giorno said. "Now there's no going back," Rarity said, "Only forward to our dream." "And we'll face it together," Giorno said, as they drew close and kissed. Meanwhile, Polpo's death was ruled a suicide, and the arrowhead eventually wound up in the hands of the Speedwagon Foundation. They now had five of the seven.