It felt completely off-script. Kanjuro wasn’t supposed to develop any sort of attachment under this facade, yet here he was, laying under the stars with you.

Kanjuro held you close to him with an arm wrapped around your back. His free hand cushioned his head as he looked up at the night sky, contemplative.

Since he had taken up this persona, one of his missions was to eliminate you just before the grand reveal. Kanjuro figured you’d be a hindrance to his duty, as you were the most attentive person he knew. You had a chance of finding out who he really was, and he didn’t want that.

Then, Kanjuro realized he could use this moment to get it over with, to eliminate you now and frame it on someone else. Both you and him were in a completely vulnerable environment. What better moment would there be than now? His mind raced as he began to devise countless plans of how he could execute this.

Kanjuro could just use a dagger to end you quickly and place the blame on a rogue criminal, but the timing would be too suspicious. Perhaps he could use poison, but would he want to go through the trouble of obtaining a vial of poison now? How about using his devil fruit ability? No, that’d be too obvious.

The frustration was slowly getting to his head. Kanjuro tried to keep his composure in check. To him, up until this point, you were just another pawn in the game—another character for him to kill.

If that was the case, then why was it so hard to just do it and take you out of the picture?