【Eagle Red】Lifetime

The plants nourished by the disintegration of volcanic lava grew lush and strong. Mihawk stepped into the woods and walked slowly along the path, looking for his target shrubs, flowers and fruits.Shanks followed him, naturally keeping pace with him.

The sound of the sandals being pulled between the leaves made Mihawk very uncomfortable. After he became a bounty pirate, he often heard the slight footsteps behind him when he landed on the island-he never had any companions, and only attracted the navy. and Pirate Hunter.

In the cognition of the lone Mihawk, all people who move with his pace are enemies that need to be killed.Often he would stand still in a remote place, patiently waiting for those guys following him to jump out with a guilty conscience, and draw their swords at each other mercilessly.

Sometimes he leaves easily, with many horrified corpses behind him.Sometimes he would encounter some troublesome people, so he would walk away staggeringly, with bright red blood dripping all over the ground, and there were still corpses behind him.In short, Eagle-eyed Joracle Mihawk has survived to this day. After he won this title, all the guys who deliberately followed in his footsteps failed to retreat from the young swordsman.

Therefore, the red-haired act of following behind him openly will always make Mihawk unconsciously set up hostility and guard in his heart. He tries his best to restrain the urge to draw the knife, and can't help but flash this thought again: Red-haired What a mess.

Shanks didn't know Mihawk's mental activities, but the tense state of the temporary road partner did not escape his intuition.He looked at the back of Mihawk walking in front with a little confusion, and vaguely felt that there was an invisible thorn emerging from the opponent's body, piercing himself sharply.

"Hedgehog?" Shanks whispered to himself with a smile because of the association just now.

This failed to escape Mihawk's ears. He settled down, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at the redhead. "I'm not going to catch that kind of thing. The hare is better and tastier."

"...Have you been thinking about what to eat, Hawkeye?!"

"Oh?" Mihawk raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were thinking about what to eat."

Xiangkesi was stunned for a moment, showing a shocked expression, and said dumbfoundingly: "What image do I have in your eyes?!"

Mihawk was silent for a moment, and secretly crossed out words such as gluttony, alcoholism, familiarity, nonsense, etc., and finally concluded: "The image of a pirate."

Shanks smiled again.

"Thank you."

This conversation like a parallel world is meaningless, but Mihawk is very grateful for it, at least he won't pay too much attention to the red hair's footsteps, and he takes another step to continue his journey of food storage.

However, within a few steps, he was patted on the shoulder by the red hair behind him. Mihawk turned around and saw Shanks's eyes under the straw hat were rare alert and serious, "You said this is an uninhabited island Right, Hawkeye?"

"I walked half of the island, but I didn't see any traces of people's lives. I just climbed up and saw the other half of the island, and there were no houses."

"Then..." the red-haired captain pressed the straw hat on his head and pointed to the ground, "Why is there a road under our feet?"

"What kind of zone do you think Rigwhite is?" Mihawk ignored Shanks' fuss and started the journey again.

"The weather and the environment are very special..." Seeing that Mihawk wasn't nervous, Shanks relaxed, and walked with his arm on his pillow, "But on the great route, it's nothing."

"Indeed, it's not the most dangerous, so there are still residents in Pitty Town." Mihawk bent down and picked a few herbs that could heal trauma from the bushes beside the road.

Shanks also squatted down and helped Mihawk pull up unknown weeds on the ground. He knew that the guy in front of him rarely talked nonsense, so he asked, "So?"

"Do you know what the residents of Pitty Town do for a living?" Mihawk frowned as he watched the other party pull out the damaged grass leaves, and reached out his hand to stop this unhelpful act.

"Huh? I never thought about it." Shanks sat cross-legged on the side, and he found that Mihawk was short at this time, but still straightened his back, like a knife ready to go, This is very different from Hawkeye's less dignified sitting posture when he is on the boat.

"Women stay in the town to do business with foreign ships, and men salvage shipwrecks and also work as bounty hunters." Mihawk whispered, "Although they don't live on other islands, they will definitely set foot on such islands to rest and Treasure hunting. So it is not uncommon for there to be roads in the mountains.”

"Bounty hunter?" Shanks became interested, "Salvage shipwrecks to find treasure is the work of pirates, right?"

"The World Government has granted the residents of Pitty the right to salvage treasures legally," Mihawk turned his head and glanced at his idle companion, "So you who came to take risks, or I who came to find knives, are all competing with them for business. enemy."

"No wonder you've been on guard all this way." Shanks looked at Mihawk who stood up and continued to move forward, and praised sincerely, "I really have a good companion!"

Mihawk had no intention of explaining that the culprit that made him nervous was the red-haired sandals, "Maybe you should remind your crew to be careful of being attacked on this so-called uninhabited island, the heads of the red-haired pirates must be very valuable."

"I don't need to worry about those guys," Shanks laughed, "on the contrary, those who dare to sneak attack will ask for good luck."

Shanks followed Mihawk all the way back and forth, his eyes never leaving the back of Mihawk carrying the bamboo basket.Even though he was very nervous, he felt that Hawkeye's temperament was too incompatible with his behavior of collecting wild fruits along the way.

But Mihawk didn't have such self-consciousness at all, and still went his own way.The red-haired man subtly thought that if a person had to work so hard to earn a living alone all the time, it would indeed be too difficult. Perhaps he had some sympathy for Hawkeye who had no partner and did not need a partner, even though this person was so tough.

"Hawkeye," Shanks stopped a strange thought that continued to spread in his mind, and asked suddenly, "If it is true as you said, the aborigines of Rigwhite live by hunting treasures, how can you be sure that you The knife you were looking for is still in this sea?"

"The Supreme Sword has reappeared," Mihawk said. "Such big news will definitely be published in newspapers. What's more... the knife I am looking for is not something that everyone can hold."

"Famous knife chooses its owner? I've heard of such legends. But what kind of knife is it that is worth your search?" Shanks suddenly became interested, "We have traveled a long way, why don't we sit Come down and rest for a while."

Mihawk accepted the other party's proposal, picked a clean place to sit side by side with Shanks, and handed the other party a bunch of berries from the bamboo basket.

Shanks picked up a few and threw them into his mouth, and immediately felt the sweet and sour taste, which moistened his throat very much.

Mihawk gently pulled out his knife and held it upright in front of his eyes, "Dizo T-shaped blade, one of the strongest black knives in the world, its name is 'Dawn', and the color of the blade is described by the night before dawn. look."

"It's a good knife, I've seen how powerful it is." Shanks praised.

"It was rated as a big fast knife from the moment it came out of the furnace, but as one of the 21 workers of the big fast knife, there were cracks and gaps after a few years of forging." Mihawk stretched out his finger and gently Gently stroking the wounds on the love knife, "Maybe this is called untimely, it lost to another black knife so quickly."

"Another one?"

"Yes, the material is the same, but the difference in craftsmanship determines success or failure."

Shanks remembered what Mihawk said just now, "Supreme... big sharp knife?"

"Chaos blade with heavy flowers, Taikoo knife, its name is... Ye." Mihawk put Li Qian back on his waist, "A hundred years ago, he disappeared in this sea area with the last owner. Since then, there will be no more in this world." its legend."

"You just said that not everyone can hold it?" Shanks asked with great interest.

"Many famous knives have similar curses. They recognize their masters, are not easy to surrender, and the masters of the past generations will not die well, etc." It’s so miraculous, with a precious sword in your hand, it’s natural that someone will covet it, and if you don’t have the ability to protect it, it will be snatched away by others.”

"It makes sense," Shanks took out a bunch of berries from Mihawk's bamboo basket, "just like pirates always fight for treasure."

"I've known the story of Ye for a long time, but I didn't make up my mind to find it until now." Mihawk said in a low voice, "Li Qian can't hold on any longer, and I don't know how to continue to improve my swordsmanship. I hope that Bringing the legendary knife can give me some enlightenment."

"You are indeed a pure swordsman," Shanks smiled easily, and patted his Western sword, "I have not been able to focus on becoming stronger, so I have to hope that I can encounter some opportunities to improve myself .That's too lazy compared to you."

"But you are strong."

"Maybe there are some reasons why I didn't lose my will to become stronger." Shanks shrugged.

Mihawk didn't ask Shanks what the reason was, but replied seriously, "This is the best, I am looking forward to our fair contest in the future, there are things in your swordsmanship that I still can't see through."

"Happy to accompany you!" Shanks smiled brightly, "It's a pleasure to fight with you."

However, none of them could have expected that this agreement, which was supposed to be the easiest to reach, turned out to be the most impossible thing many years later.

It is said that when people get used to something abnormal, they tend to lose some inherent experience and vigilance.When Mihawk and Shanks were drowned by the sudden downpour, they realized this deeply.

Shanks put the straw hat on his head to keep out the rain, the howling wind blew the branches and leaves in the woods, making quite a noise, he couldn't hear what Mihawk was saying a few steps away in the noise , had to squint and stare at the other party who also looked embarrassed in the rain, and raised his voice: "I can't hear you! Hawkeye!"

Mihawk frowned and took two steps back, stuffed the bamboo basket into Shanks' hand, reached out and grabbed the wrist without any hesitation, and pulled him away from the forest path silently, toward the weeds. Stride over where there are no passages.

This was the first time Mihawk pulled himself. Shanks was taken aback. The swordsman's left hand was slender and warm, and it was rough because of holding the sword all the year round.At this moment, this hand exerted a little strength, holding his right wrist, with an indescribable meaning, leading him to an unknown direction in the cold rain, and the bamboo basket in his hand dangled briskly between the two of them. .

Shanks held onto the hat with his remaining hand, allowing the opponent to cut a path through the bushes with his sword while holding him.

As a captain, Shanks is used to rushing ahead to open the way in this situation, so when another person overcomes difficulties for him, so that he can only look at the back of the other person and accept the guidance, a sudden feeling in his heart A very subtle feeling—maybe I am so reliable in the eyes of my partners, right?

So the guy in front of him who seemed to be acting as his substitute temporarily, the red-haired pirate decided to give him a chance to perform.Shanks has always believed that protecting his companions is a responsibility, and it is also a joy. If Hawkeye also feels this way, will he like to get along with others more?

Mihawk, who was concentrating on opening the way, didn't know what the people behind him were thinking. Even though Li Qian was already scarred, it was more than enough to cut down the bushes.He tried his best to recall the specific location of the cave he saw in the morning, almost forgetting that he was still holding the person behind him.

Along the way, Mihawk finally saw the hole in his memory when he climbed to a position near the mountainside. He turned around and wanted to tell Shanks the destination, only to find that he had been pulling him.

Mihawk stared blankly at Shanks' smiling face, and let go of his hand in embarrassment. The already uniform body temperature was suddenly divided, and it was like a cold current blowing through his palm. He clenched his fist lightly, and put his left hand Back to the side.

Shanks didn't see any change in the other party's expression, but the stiffness of Hawkeye's movements could not be concealed from others. He was suddenly in a good mood, passed by Mihawk with a smile, and patted him on the wet shoulder , the first to go to the cave.

When Mihawk and Shanks got into the small cave, their clothes were completely soaked.Shanks also finally had the opportunity to point to the shriveled feathers on Mihawk's hat, and laughed, "Ha! Hawkeye! This hat looks terrible!"

Mihawk silently glanced at the gloating red hair, took off his hat silently and put it aside, he took off his long windbreaker and began to wring out the water, "It's been cloudy these days, and the air humidity is not low, so I forgot Rui Gwright also has a thing for rain."

Shanks also took off his cloak and twisted it up. He looked at the rain curtain at the entrance of the cave, "It's already much smaller, and the heavy rain usually doesn't last too long. I don't know if those guys on the boat were also drenched."

The two men in the small cave looked at each other, one half-naked, the other's wet shirt clinging to his body, both felt that they were in an indescribable embarrassment.

"...I'm going to get some firewood to make a fire." Mihawk stood up, bent down and prepared to walk out of the small cave.

"It's still raining outside."

"It's okay, it can't get wetter anymore." Mihawk put the "terrible" hat on his head again.

Shanks looked at the back of Mihawk leaving, and once again felt the difference between this person's behavior style and his external temperament.

When Mihawk returned to the cave again, he was holding a few damp rough logs in his arms.Shanks saw the other party put the wood on the ground, and then plucked something from a log and handed it to him.He saw that it was a little hedgehog curled up into a ball by the dim light coming in from the hole.

"I saw it when I was cutting a tree, probably because I was dazzled by the rain. Are you sure you want to eat this?" Mihawk seemed to be a little impatient to take off the hat that couldn't be worse, and threw it aside .

Shanks raised his head, stared at Mihawk carefully for several times, just from the expressionless face and unwavering eyes, it was difficult for him to judge whether the other party was teasing himself with this hedgehog, " Hey Hawkeye, are you serious?"

Mihawk threw the poor, huddled little guy aside, pulled out his knife again, and began to skilfully peel off the rain-soaked bark from the log, "I also think it's too small, or Go catch a couple of hares when the rain stops."

It turned out that it was really not a joke. Shanks was silent for a while, dumbfounded, and quietly grabbed the little hedgehog that survived the disaster and put it in his palm to play with. He played dead in his palm.Shanks sat there, watching Mihawk cut all the logs into squares and stacked them neatly. He first dried a small section of bark with a lighter, and then ignited the whole pile of firewood with it.

The ignited flame quickly warmed the entire cave, Shanks moved two steps forward, and held his cloak to warm up with Mihawk, "Hawkeye, I will really get lazy after staying with you for a long time."

"Oh?" Mihawk turned his head, "If you want to be in charge of cooking dinner, I welcome it, I'm not picky."

Shanks instantly looked like a balloon that had been punctured, lowered his head and laughed dryly, "It will cause food poisoning."

"My stomach is not bad." Mihawk put the dried clothes back on and continued to dry the hat. "You can try it."

Shanks peeked at Mihawk, whose face was half hidden in the shadow under the firelight. Under his gaze, the other party was still arranging the feathers on the hat that gradually returned to its previous luxurious appearance without changing his expression.

"...Are you kidding me?" Shanks asked softly, very hesitantly.

Mihawk turned his head slowly, looked at him for a moment with his slender eyebrows raised, and finally said relaxedly: "Just treat it as a joke."

Shanks swore he caught the moment when Mihawk's lips turned up slightly, that guy must be smiling!He recalled what he had said before, and after thinking about it several times, he cautiously decided secretly: no matter how ugly Hawkeye's hat became, he would never laugh at that thing again!

The red-haired captain suddenly realized clearly that although Hawkeye had always lacked facial expressions, when this guy was alone with him, he was obviously far less tolerant than when he was on the Reid.For some reason, this insignificant discovery made Shanks feel both excited and aggrieved in an instant.A certain thought flashed strongly through his mind again—it would be a pity not to have Hawkeye on board.

Shanks grabbed a small berry from the bamboo basket and stuck it on the spikes of the little hedgehog beside him.It seems that it can't eat the delicious food that is so close at hand, right?With a sense of venting their anger, the young future four emperors quietly passed on the unwillingness in their hearts.

Shanks didn't think that he made a wrong analogy. When he put on the warm cloak again, he accidentally found that not far away, the berries on the spines of the little hedgehog were gone.

The red-haired captain was stunned for a moment, then picked several more berries and stuck them on the hedgehog again, staring intently.

"What are you playing?" Mihawk couldn't stand it anymore, and finally asked.

"How did this thing get the food on its back into its mouth?" Shanks smiled and pointed at the thorny ball curled up, "...it's even better than me."

"I just know how to make it into food."

Shanks has to admit that the guys around him are really talented in cold humor.