Shinji waited on the rooftop for a long time, but the crowd showed no sign of dispersing. His patience gradually wore thin.
After weighing up coming back another day against going straight in for 0.01 seconds, he chose the latter.
At the end of the day, they were just ordinary people. Never mind whether they could spot him-what could they do even if they did?
After jumping through a rear window, Shinji saw a man sitting upright at a desk with his eyes closed, radiating authority without a hint of anger.
The air of someone long accustomed to power was unmistakable. He was probably this country's Daimyō.
He certainly looked much more impressive than the Daimyō of the Land of Salt whom Shinji had met before, though whether he was all show remained to be seen.
After looking him over a little longer, Shinji prepared to walk over and knock him out, then take what he wanted and leave.
Unfortunately, just then, Ishikura Yoshiaki suddenly opened his eyes as if prompted by a flash of intuition.
And upon seeing Shinji, he neither panicked nor shouted. Instead, he frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you? Did the other side send you to kill me?"
Ishikura Yoshiaki was very calm, because he knew that since this man had managed to approach him without a sound, he could kill him before he could call anyone in.
So any excessive words or actions might hasten his death.
The best approach was to do exactly what he was doing now: use calm words to influence the other man's emotions, regain control of the conversation, and then save himself.
Shinji had no idea what he was thinking, but his calm response did indeed stop Shinji from knocking him out immediately.
"You're overthinking it. I'm just here