Zoro and his Assassin

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Kanzi's POV

"Well, well, well... what kind of mess has my sister dragged herself into now?" I muse, eyeing the green-haired brute in front of me. Zoro's practically vibrating with rage, and yet, he's holding back—abnormal for a guy who looks like he solves most problems with a blade rather than brains.

I feel a mix of pity and anger toward him. Pity because he's clearly a fool—must be missing a few brain cells if he's taken a liking to Anya. And anger because this idiot actually thinks he's good enough for her.

I'd boarded this ship with every intention of wiping the floor with the lot of them, but seeing how united they were in saving her—it made me hesitate and rethink my strategy. For the first time, it wasn't just me keeping an eye on my reckless, violent sister.

My attention drifts from the idiot swordsman to my side, where the dark-haired beauty is now standing. At her feet, a small furry creature hops around, pestering her with worry, desperate to treat her. Cute. Both of them are annoyingly cute. A smile tugs at my lips, and for a second, I almost forget why I'm here.

"Listen here, you little shit. You might be Anya's brother, but to us, you're just the bastard who attacked our ship and hurt Robin-chan. So either explain yourself, or we're tossing you overboard," the blondie snarls.

I sigh, feeling the weight of their collective anger bearing down on me. This damn ship is packed with hotheads. No one's calm except the raven-haired beauty and the fishman—he's got that strong, silent vibe I can respect. Why isn't he the captain? Seems like he'd keep this circus in line better than that straw-hat moron.

The green-haired bastard leans in, practically breathing down my neck, his eyes blazing with fury. "I won't ask again—where is Anya?"

I suppress another sigh, carefully weighing my options. There's an opportunity here, a way to twist these hotheaded fools into doing what I need. Take them to Shika, shift the blame for Anya's mess onto this reckless crew, and maybe—just maybe—get her out of the noose she's tied herself into. 

If I'm honest, this is just a hopeless justification to myself—why else would I be here instead of on my way to save Anya directly?

"Alright," I say, "My parents caught her, and now she's on her way back to Shika. But let me tell you this—you're not catching up to her without me. And I don't offer my services lightly."

The long-nosed coward finds his voice, shaking like a leaf as he practically hides behind the cyborg. "You sick bastard, do you need payment to save your own sister?"

I almost laugh, turning my gaze on him with a slow, amused smirk. "Oh, sweetie," I taunt, voice dripping with mockery, "this isn't about a reward—it's about leverage. And right now? I'm the only one holding the cards.""

His face turns as red as a beet, stammering like he's hunting for a comeback but coming up empty. I can't help but savor the moment. A ship full of simpletons—they're going to be a riot.

The skeleton pipes up, bowing with an exaggerated flourish. "Young man, we do appreciate your offer, but we follow our captain's orders, and he hasn't given the word."

I shift my attention to Luffy—the kid I was supposed to kill. The source of all our problems. If Anya or I had just finished the job when we had the chance, none of us would be drowning in this mess. He's the root of it all, yet here he stands with that carefree look on his face, oblivious to the chaos he's caused.

I want to wring his scrawny neck. He's just standing there like a clueless idiot, completely unaware of the chaos he's caused. My anger is bubbling over, ready to explode.