You weren’t born naturally, but you were born by an artist’s pure passion and drive.

Kanjuro made sure to paint you as detailed as possible for this to work. As he finished drawing your eyes, he stepped back to admire his work. A soft smile befell his lips as he saw what would soon be his kin, his only child.

Kanjuro began his usual ritual of bringing a painting to life. With his devil fruit ability, you were slowly brought to the world. However, when manifesting you, he poured nearly his whole mind and soul into it. It became so that you ended up manifesting real bones, organs, and blood underneath.

Kanjuro seemed to notice this, as he realized your features came out much more detailed than any of his previous works. He could sense that you indeed had real blood flowing through your veins as you slowly pulled away from the wall, becoming three-dimensional.

Eventually, the ritual was complete, and you were finally born into the world. Your movements were still a bit clunky, and your expression remained robotic. You had no idea how to act human, yet Kanjuro still looked at you with a familial sort of affection.

He waved at you and opened his arms to you in a welcoming manner, almost fatherly in nature. There was a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Hello there…” Kanjuro spoke as softly as he could.