Mantra. That strange and wonderful technique that Gerard had seen twice since he had come to Minion Island. The first was in the hands of the marine, Napoleon Leopold, allowing him to strike his intangible form. The second had been Alisa, his long legged associate, who had used it to pinpoint his location in a dense forest, despite cover. Gerard had once thought that perhaps this was a trait to the long leg tribe, but Alisa had told him there were reports of other races using such an ability as well.
And Gerard wanted to learn it. He knew that his devil fruit was formidable, but focusing on it was a dangerous thing to do. Now this Mantra stuff was something interesting. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten much information out of Alisa in how to use it. She didn't really know how to unlock the power herself. She just did one day. So now, Gerard was doing everything he could to find more information on Mantra. He had been scouring the island in search of any books on the subject, and it was starting to spread about what he was looking for.
At the moment, Gerard was sitting in his office, looking through one such books. He gave an annoyed grunt and tossed it aside. There was nothing of use in it. Just a myth about people with super senses, and people who were tougher than iron. Nothing about what exactly Mantra was, or how to unlock it. As far as he was concerned, it was completely useless!
He gave an annoyed huff and took a sip of the coffee he had beside him. Maybe he should start searching other places. The other blues perhaps? Or even head out in Paradise.