Camie led the group first to the Mermaid Cafe where she worked.
"Shyarly-sis, I brought some guests! Ishilly, get ready to serve them!"
Pushing open the Cafe door, Camie called to her sisters inside and ushered Arima and the others in.
"It's been slow these past few months, so we're short on staff. Please wait a moment, I'll brew some coffee for you."
Setting down her small backpack, Camie disappeared into the kitchen, leaving another waitress, Ishilly, to attend to them.
Arima and the others curiously took in the unique decorations of the Cafe.
Before long, footsteps sounded from the back room. A woman with dark short hair and a blue hooded top lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Welcome to the Mermaid Cafe. I'm the owner, Shyarly."
With practiced grace, Shyarly served them some desserts, while Camie followed behind her carrying a pot of coffee.
Everyone introduced themselves one by one before taking their seats.
"Miss Shyarly, I heard your fortune-telling used to be incredibly accurate. Why did you stop?" Kushina asked with curiosity.
"Oh, that… I simply got tired of seeing the tragedies I foretold."
Shyarly sat on the sofa and instinctively reached for her smoking pipe. But when she noticed there were children present, she set it down and instead lifted a cup of coffee.
"Tragedies? What kind of tragedies?" Kushina pressed, looking determined to get an answer.
"Well, Miss Kushina, it's a long story. Years ago, I once foretold the coming of the Great Pirate Era.
Not long after, Pirate King Roger was executed in Loguetown, and you know what followed. Lately, I've had another bad feeling… as if this world is coming to an end."
A flicker of unease crossed Shyarly's face, and her hand trembled slightly, nearly spilling her coffee.
"Oh? Miss Shyarly, your predictions sound quite fascinating. Would you mind doing a reading for me?"
Arima asked, intrigued.
"Arima, are you certain you want me to? My prophecies often end in tragedy… Please forgive my boldness."
"It's fine. In fact, I'd like to see it."
"Then please wait a moment. I'll fetch my crystal ball."
Shyarly stood and went upstairs to retrieve her tools.
Soon, she returned, carrying a gleaming, transparent crystal ball in both hands.
"Please place your hand on it, and clear your mind as much as possible," she instructed, her expression grave.
Arima complied without hesitation.
Taking several deep breaths to steady herself, Shyarly began her divination.
Moments later, visions began to flash before her eyes, lightning and fire intertwined, the earth crumbling, the seas flooding over the land.
Then, the scene shifted: from endless darkness emerged a man with horns on his head. The image changed once more, the sky turned blood-red, and the world fell silent.
At that instant, Shyarly coughed hard and collapsed, breaking the trance.
Arima rushed forward, helping her drink one of the healing potions made by Nono and channeling chakra to stabilize her body.
Before long, Shyarly stirred awake, trembling as she spoke. "I saw… another world. I don't know where it was, but the sight, it was like the end of everything."
"What exactly did you see?" Arima asked.
Shyarly then described the scenes she had witnessed one by one.
Arima immediately recognized the horned man as Isshiki. The revelation shocked him, he had believed Isshiki to be lost forever in the space-time rift.
"Thank you, Miss Shyarly. Your prophecy has been very helpful. If you ever find yourself in trouble, you can contact me anytime."
He left her a Den Den Mushi for communication.
Shyarly carefully stored the snail away. A promise from one of the Five Emperors, Arima, was more precious than any treasure.
"Then we'll be going. Here's a bottle of recovery potion, take another dose tomorrow. Get some rest."
After saying their goodbyes, Arima and his family left.
Watching their departing figures, Shyarly felt torn. She knew this man would one day bring destruction to the world, yet she couldn't decide whether to inform King Neptune.
From the brief contact they'd had, Shyarly could tell Arima was trustworthy, utterly different from ordinary pirates. She simply couldn't believe that man would ever destroy everything.
Suppressing her unease, she decided to wait and see how things unfolded.
Once outside, Tsunade asked, "Arima, that horned man she saw, was it Isshiki?"
Arima nodded.
"Then what should we do next? With your current strength, you should be able to face him head-on, right?"
"Tsunade, I'm not worried about his threat anymore. I'm strong enough to match him now. The purpose of coming to the world of pirates has already been achieved.
What's left is just the final step. But… what I can't understand is the meaning behind that crimson sky Shyarly saw at the end."
"Could it be that by then we've already returned to the Shinobi World?"
"Probably. Her prophecy is vague, we'll just have to wait and see."
Arima couldn't make sense of what Shyarly's final vision meant, but rather than dwell on it, he chose to set the thought aside.
Soon, his mood lightened again as he admired the beauty of Fish-Man Island.
Leaving the Cafe, they followed the water road to Mermaid Cove, a place where mermaids lived in clusters.
The scenery there was breathtaking, clear skies, drifting clouds, and warm sunlight filtering through the water made it a paradise under the sea.
"Father, why is there sunlight down here?" Yuna asked, tilting her head as bright light shone through the membrane above, warming her face.
"When you went to the Sabaody Archipelago, did you see that enormous tree? These rays are drawn from the surface by that tree."
"Oh, I remember! Mother told me, that's the Tree of Eve! And there's another one, the Adam Tree.
Ships built from Adam wood are said to be unbelievably sturdy. There are plenty of Adam branches in Kamui's space, right?
The gift you gave Uncle Shanks last time was carved from one of them!"
"Only you would use Adam wood for trinkets. That stuff's priceless, you know," Kushina teased, stepping closer.
"Father has plenty anyway! Those Celestial Dragons really hoard all the good stuff. There's still tons of gold too, way more than on Skypiea!"
"Then we'll send some of that gold to your Uncle Dragon for military funding," Arima added casually.
With Camie leading the way, they eventually reached the Marin Shopping Center, Nami's ideal playground.
By the time they came out, a unit of Fish-Man soldiers was already waiting by a luxurious carriage. Crowds of curious residents had gathered around to watch.
Under the gaze of the onlookers, Arima and his companions boarded the carriage and headed to the royal palace for the evening banquet.