One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 242 My name is Makino

"What kind of person is that woman, Svetlana? From what you've said, she seems to be able to see the future and know the past."

While walking down the street, Shanks finally couldn't resist his curiosity and asked a question.

"She's incredibly talented; it's hard for me to describe her in words. You'll see once you meet her."

That really piques my curiosity.

Shanks was now feeling quite excited.

After all, he had been searching for the Nika Fruit for so long.

Unfortunately, there have been no leads.

Not only him, but the World Government has never given up the search for the Nika Fruit.

That fruit is the key to a new future.

Perhaps I can get some clues.

"Are you from out of town? I don't think I've seen you before. You have very distinctive features and a unique air about you."

"Well, we are tourists from out of town."

Shanks, of course, couldn't be as reckless as Luffy, who immediately declared himself a pirate and wanted to become the Pirate King.

If that's really the case, given the girl's loud voice, probably everyone would know.

At that point, forget about finding someone; we'll probably have to slink away in disgrace.

"I see. Please come this way."

Svetlan was leading them along mostly narrow paths, in a very serene but overly quiet environment.

While those with a strong sense of vigilance might hesitate, it's a minor issue for these skilled individuals.

Of course, Svetlana was genuinely trying to lead the way.

“It’s right there.” Svetlana’s voice rose several octaves as if she had spotted a light.

Shanks and the others looked in the direction Svetlan pointed.

It was a two-story villa with a garden.

In the darkness, the lights in the building are warm and dazzling, but the light and shadow cast on the garden look fragmented and mysterious.

“I really love the white roses here.” With that, Svetlana ran over and picked one.

Seemingly realizing something, she explained softly, "I have permission from my owner, you know. I'm not someone who just vandalizes the garden. She was worried I'd hurt my hands with thorns, so she gave me gloves." With that, Svetlana showed off the white gloves on her hands.

"Is this what you meant..." Shanks was about to speak when he heard another voice.

"Svetla, you've brought some troublesome people with you!" A soft female voice came from inside the house.

Her voice sounded particularly ethereal in the quiet night.

“Excuse me, miss, but we heard this child mention some things about your abilities, and we are very interested in them, so we came to pay our respects.” Shanks took off his hat and nodded slightly.

Although we could only hear his voice and not see him, he was still very polite.

"I see. But please forgive me for not feeling well and not being able to see so many people. These two are the most I can receive today." The gentle voice continued.

"Thank you so much, Bateman. I think you'll come in with me, right? I've been thinking, and you're the most suitable one, haha."

Beckman is very gentlemanly towards ladies; letting other people in would likely be offensive.

"Really, I got it."

"Hahaha, Bateman, it might be a beauty, you won't regret it." Shanks laughed again.

"What about us, Captain?" the other crew members said discontentedly.

"Well, you guys figure it out."

"How cunning!" Shanks and Beckman entered the room amidst the disapproving gazes of the crew.

……

Her skin was exceptionally fair, and her figure was extremely slender.

What greets you is a feeling of weakness and frailty.

Even in a warm room, she was dressed very warmly, even wearing a scarf around her neck.

But there was a sense of determination in her eyes.

Perhaps the most captivating feature is her long, ocean-blue hair, which reminds Shanks of an old friend.

I must say, she is very beautiful.

Even though Shanks has traveled to many islands, he has rarely seen such an outstanding beauty.

Not to mention Shanks, even seasoned womanizer Beckman was momentarily stunned.

But as beautiful as she is, can she really see the future?

Beckman still had some doubts.

"Excuse my bluntness, but you seem to be a despicable bastard!" Although there were two people greeting him, the woman's eyes were fixed on Shanks.

Shanks: "..."

That was indeed a bit too presumptuous.

Beckman: Suddenly it felt really reliable.

"Please have a seat, guests. Let's pretend we didn't hear what you just said. What would you like to drink?" the blue-haired woman said softly, as if the words had not come from her own mouth.

Perhaps because he saw the man's frail body, Shanks felt that the voice sounded even more ethereal.

"No, no, no, that's fine," Shanks quickly waved his hand.

“No matter what, we can’t let a lady serve us.” Beckman’s behavior was exemplary, and he even offered to pour tea for the blue-haired woman.

"In that case, what do you two want to know from me?"

"Ah, so you really can see the distant future?" Shanks was still focused on the important matter.

"The future is a very broad term. How far into the future do you want to see, Shanks?"

"You know my name? And this is the future you see?" Shanks was slightly surprised.

"This has nothing to do with whether you can see the future or not. You may not realize it, but your bounty is posted in various places. You became famous after your battle with Whitebeard."

"Haha, I'm so sorry, but now, can we know your name?"

Seeing that she showed no fear, Shanks and Beckman relaxed as well.

“Maginot, that’s my name.”