The main character in Part 3: Stardust Crusaders, Jotaro Kujo, accepts the karma he inherits from his grandfather, the karma of six generations (counting from Jonathan's father), and sets out on a journey of battle. In that situation, the main enemy, Dio Brando, also represents "fate" or "destiny" itself. Of course, no one can really tell what kind of person their ancestors from six generations earlier were. In the case of Jotaro, it's impossible for him to know what good deeds or sins his ancestors committed, but the fate of his ancestors has befallen him nonetheless. And yet, he stands up to it with the pride he inherits from his bloodline.
During the process of drawing Part 5: Vento Aureo, I thought to myself: What about those who regret being born at all? What are those people to do? People can't choose where they are born. Some are born into happy families, while others arrive in terrible circumstances. If "fate" or "destiny" is already determined, like some kind of law written by God or the movements of the stars, what are they to do? That is the theme of Part 5: Vento Aureo, as well as the protagonists and enemies who appear within it.
Giorno, Bucciarati, Fugo, Narancia, Abbacchio, and Mista. From the very beginning, they grew up being shunned by their families and by society at large. Or rather, it'd be more accurate to say that they were forced to grow up. I think the same holds true for Trish, the boss's daughter. Can they face their "destiny" and "fate" and change it somehow? That question was on my mind while drawing Part 5. Due to certain circumstances, I found myself in a bitter and dark mood at the time. What should I do? If "fate" or "destiny" could be changed just by putting in effort or courage, it'd be much too easy to do so, and we wouldn't be able to call it "destiny" at all. Then, how will the protagonists break free?
The protagonists themselves showed me the answer. They didn't try to change their "fate" or their "destiny," but refused to abandon their sense of righteousness, no matter what situation befell them. They believed that happiness dwelled within hearts of justice. It came naturally to them. Even I, as the author, was inspired by the lessons the characters taught me while I was writing the work. In that sense, when I think back on the characters in Part 5, I feel as though, instead of simply being the creations of an author, they became my own companions.
And, in light of that, let me tell you the story behind the way the work was written. In Part 5: Vento Aureo, there was one part I had to cut... or rather, an episode I could never have drawn. The setup for it was that one of the four allies (Mista, Narancia, Fugo, and Abbacchio) would be revealed as a spy for the boss who "betrays" Giorno and Bucciarati. I felt that Fugo would probably have been the "traitor," but I couldn't bring myself to draw it no matter how hard I tried.
The dark mood I was in at the time seemed to be turning my story darker and darker, and I began to despise it from the bottom of my heart. And when I thought how Bucciarati and the others would feel, I truly felt sorry for them. I had never considered that any of my own trusted friends would betray me, and the thought of it made me feel sick to my stomach. Scold me for not having enough courage as an author if you want, but I began to feel that I truly hated my profession. And to reinforce the boundary between right and wrong, I probably would've had to include an episode where Giorno would have to execute Fugo, even though I knew it would make the young boys and girls reading it feel awful.
For that reason, I instead drew the farewell scene at the landing of San Giorgio Maggiore on the Grand Canal of Venice. Essentially, I asked Fugo to disappear. (Later, for a novel adaptation of Vento Aureo, I met with the author and asked him to write a side story in which Fugo helps everyone from the shadows of the organization.)To conclude, as the author, I would like to say one thing to my characters:
Thank you all so much. In times of hardship and pain, you are the golden wind that blows in my heart.
[Translated by HudgynS]