【Eagle Red】Lifetime

In this humid rainy day, the future Great Swordsman and the Four Emperors were sitting in a small cave with a bonfire. They tried to have some boring conversations, but they all ended in silence.

Mihawk looked at Shanks who missed the moment when the hedgehog ate the fruit because of distraction, and continued to prick berries on the ball of thorns unwillingly. He didn't know how to evaluate this kind of childish entertainment.

The fruit wine plan was about to go bankrupt, and the swordsman secretly forgave the other party's frivolous act of killing the berries and feeding the hedgehogs with them.

Shanks is indeed very boring. He and Mihawk have only known each other for three days, and they are far from knowing each other well. Naturally, it is impossible to always find good topics to talk about.In fact, he doesn't mind such silence too much, but the premise is that there is wine to drink.

The time without wine and excitement would be too difficult. Shanks finally gave up exploring the ultimate mystery of hedgehog eating fruit. He moved back, leaning against the rock wall of the cave, and covered his face with a straw hat, " I had a nightmare last night, I'll catch up on it for a while."

Naturally, Mihawk would not understand that the nightmare that Shanks spoke of would be related to him, as long as the red hair doesn't chatter in front of him, it doesn't matter if he wakes up or sleeps.

Without the entanglement of bounty hunters, Mihawk has always felt that it is a comfortable thing to land on the island and stand firmly on the land.He is different from Shanks. The sea is the place where he pursues his dreams, while the land is the foundation of his growth for many years. The more he has experienced wandering, the more he will feel that the state of occasionally stopping on land is a rare enjoyment.

Not long after Shanks fell asleep, the sudden rainstorm gradually subsided.Mihawk thought about it in his heart, stood up quietly, and left the cave where he was temporarily sheltering with very light steps.

He stepped out of the hole with one foot, but stopped for a moment, and finally turned back silently, leaned over and picked up the little hedgehog that had quietly eaten the berries again—since it was no longer used as food, it was released. A little thing that has been ravaged by red hair for a long time, Mihawk, who is kind to animals, thinks so.

Let's catch rabbits, Mihawk stood on the soft ground, took a deep breath of fresh air with a smell of earth, and began to get busy for the day's lunch.

He didn't even think about it, his act of releasing life on the spur of the moment would lead to him facing Shanks' brooding face in the near future, but if he had known this earlier, Mihawk would never have acted on a whim I picked up a hedgehog.

Later, a certain question troubled Shanks for a long time. Even after he traveled all over the world, gained enough knowledge, and returned to the great route, he never got the answer.

In a certain year later, Hawkeye, already known as the world's number one swordsman, visited Shanks for the first time after he broke his arm. On that day, he drank a lot of wine with this rare guest until the old man In his drunken eyes, the leaving figure swayed into several figures.

The red-haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, turned his head and stopped watching Hawkeye's fading away. He suddenly asked his capable deputy captain in a daze, "Beckman...how do you think hedgehogs eat?" What about the one that dropped the food on its back?"

"You can also eat what's on your back?" His wise deputy didn't seem to have this common sense, "Wouldn't it be obvious if someone caught one and had a look?"

However, the boss of the red-haired pirates waved his hand in a disinterested manner, raised his head and took a sip of wine, "Forget it, it's not worth fighting..."

Beckman felt that his boss had drunk too much, so he picked up Shanks and walked towards the captain's cabin.At the moment when he threw the drunk pirate on the bed and closed the door to leave, he still accidentally heard the captain's last drunken dream whisper: "I'm really not reconciled..."

The vice-captain of the Reid was smart enough not to explore what it was that made their always sympathetic boss so unwilling, but obviously it couldn't really be a hedgehog... could it?

Leaving aside the dream talk many years later, Shanks, who has not yet grown a beard at this moment, opened his eyes in the smell of meat. He gently took off the straw hat that had slipped to the tip of his nose, and the first thing he saw was still the same The bonfire in the distance, and the roasted rabbit on the fire, and on the other side of the fire, Mihawk was cutting bamboo knots with a cross knife.

Shanks suddenly felt that he might not have a more comfortable time in his whole life-walking when he was full, sleeping when he was tired, and living a life of delicious food when he woke up. Wine is even better.

With his mind moving, Shanks really smelled an unusual wine aroma in the air. "Huh?" He happily moved two steps towards Mihawk.

Mihawk handed Shanks the bamboo tube that had been cut so that it was no longer prickly, "I saw a monkey in the woods just now, and thought you like wine, so..."

"Huh?" Shanks was puzzled.

Mihawk didn't want to explain that he happened to bump into the monkey's nest when he was catching the rabbit, so he used bamboo to get some monkey wine from the rocky depression where the monkey lived. Such a coincidence is rare, maybe God wants to make the red-haired drunkard happy .

"There's only one cup..." Shanks sniffed the strong aroma of the wine, holding the precious little bamboo tube and muttered dissatisfiedly, "But what kind of wine is this? I don't have any impression of its color or smell, Hawkeye? "

"Wild wine." Mihawk gave Shanks a silent look, "The monkeys drink it."

Shanks was stunned for a moment, and the first thought that flashed in his head was that if he wanted to live permanently on land in the future, he must choose a place with monkeys - he did so later, but wine will be brewed on the great route There are not many monkeys.Many crew members of the Red Hair Pirates also accompanied the captain to chase the monkeys scurrying in the woods, but they never encountered the mellow and clear wild wine in Shiwa.

"Where did the boss hear the legend about monkey wine?"

"Obviously in a dream." Lackey and Jesus laughed at their useless captain while talking cross talk.

And Shanks was sitting on a boulder in disappointment and frustration, and the domineering subconsciously exuded because of his emotional disturbance caused the wild monkeys who were already frightened to flee with their families and children.

"Ah...Maybe it's really a dream." The red-haired man finally accepted the teasing from his subordinates with a smile. He couldn't help but imagine how Hawkeye quietly followed the monkey many years ago and found the monkey for himself. Such a glass of fine wine, the scene was so funny that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But that guy obviously wouldn't really do that, would he?Shanks forced his imagination to rest, and finally said to himself in a very vicissitudes of life: "The luck of people...is really incomparable."

Shanks wiped out the small tube of wine that Mihawk forcibly snatched from the monkey's mouth. The natural fruit wine is not as strong as rum, but it also has a unique flavor. Feeling the residual aroma of wine between his lips and teeth, he exclaimed in admiration: "...It's really good wine!"

Mihawk put the roasted rabbit on the small chopping board he cut temporarily, motioned for Shanks to move his buttocks to sit opposite the wooden table, cut the rabbit in two with a sharp cross knife, and then steamed half of the rabbit. The steaming cooked rabbit was strung up again with the cut branches, and passed it to Shanks, "I didn't bring salt, the taste may be a little bit worse."

Shanks took the half hare, thanked it with a smile on his face, but saw Mihawk put a bamboo tube a few sizes larger with a big leaf on top of the flame again: "...is this?"

"Mountain mushroom and fish-loach soup, boiled in a bamboo tube can remove the fishy smell." Mihawk temporarily finished the work at hand, and heaved a sigh of relief. "It just rained, and drinking soup is better to keep out the cold."

It was only then that Shanks noticed what was added to the small cave when he fell asleep - first of all, a few meat or vegetarian ingredients, except for the soup in the bamboo tube and the rabbit in his hand, covered with stones There are two large leaves placed on the flat log, one is the fruits picked earlier, and the other is clean fresh fungus.

In addition, there are five or six bamboo tubes of different sizes that have been cut and used as containers, a fire pile with newly added firewood, and a grill on the fire pile.Shanks reached out and picked up the chopsticks on the table—Huh?There are still sharpened chopsticks and chopstick rests? !

He stared dumbfoundedly at the innocent Mihawk, and raised the chopsticks in his hand: "...you even did this?"

Mihawk put the knife back on his neck, and his tone was taken for granted, without complacency at all: "It's raining too much, and the mountain torrent is leaking down the path, so there's no way to go down the mountain to get things."

"So you... it seems like you want to live here..."

Mihawk turned his head and looked at the dark sky outside the cave, "You haven't woken up, cooking too early will cool it down, so find something to pass the time."

Shanks was very moved. Strictly speaking, his friendship with Mihawk is not very deep.He did regard the other party as a friend, but he was just lucky enough to meet an interesting guy. They will soon part ways in the next sea area, and perhaps they will rarely have the chance to meet again in the future.Shanks has had many of these friends, and will meet many more in the future.

In Shanks' eyes, Mihawk has almost always had such a calm and indifferent attitude, sometimes showing a little helplessness or making some irrelevant teasing.Although he admits that Hawkeye is not as lonely as it seems on the surface, he never expects the other party to think more about himself.

He casually turned over the steaming half of the rabbit, and it was rare that he didn't gobble it up. He chewed the unsalted rabbit meat carefully. It was indeed not as delicious as the grilled fish and roasted bird he had eaten on the small coffin boat, but it was served with light Fungus and fruit, as well as the mushroom fish soup that Mihawk had just cooked and handed to him in a bamboo tube, but they were still not sloppy.

Moist air, warm campfire, quiet companions.Shanks took a sip of fresh fish soup with a faint bamboo fragrance, a warm current rushed straight to his chest and abdomen, the feeling was indescribably pleasant.

He suddenly remembered that the first time he sat on the small coffin boat, Mihawk also brought two bowls of the same fish soup in front of him, letting you choose without any hesitation, and his golden eyes were full of calm.

He remembered the time when Hawkeye sang the song "Binks' Wine" coldly. At that moment, it seemed that he was standing alone in a far and cold place, even the lively atmosphere on Reddit could not be infected.

He thought of the eagle-eyed smile when he encountered the maelstrom. He seemed to be confidently directing the navigator to take the best method, and then he said "resign yourself to fate" in a calm tone... It made people speechless.

He thought of his unfriendly words and deeds when he first heard Hawkeye mentioning that he was "unfortunately" becoming a pirate; he thought of Hawkeye's calm and sharp eyes, nimble and quick steps, and precise and straight-forward sword skills during a duel. And his gentle tone when he talked about his knife, his yearning and firm fighting spirit when he mentioned Captain Roger and his dream.

The roasted bird that was pushed in front of him, the carefully mended cloak, the glass of wild wine he just drank, and the thoughtfulness that would rather wait patiently than wake himself up.

Or the transformation from half-naked to Gothic in the earliest days, those hairs that curled up after being wet, the sudden poisonous tongue, the back that suddenly lost and left, the hat with the feathers lying down, That vengeful and embarrassing smile that is hard to detect...

Shanks never thought that he could accumulate so many memories in just two or three days together. He is not a person who likes to reminisce, and he rarely thinks about anyone like this.He thought that he might have failed Hawkeye's goodwill, and probably missed a lot of more interesting details.

At that moment, he felt that Mihawk, who was sitting on the opposite side eating quietly, had clear and blurred eyes in his eyes. He was sure that Mihawk treated him very well, and he was sure that he was getting to know this silent partner gradually, but he couldn't go any further. Thinking about something, it seems that there is an intuitive warning sliding down his back, forcing him to admit that he doesn't understand Hawkeye, and he can't and shouldn't understand that person.

The nervous red-haired man finally gave up the tangled thinking that made him have the urge to rub his face.There is no way to easily pass the time without wine and excitement. Shanks began to regret that he drank that precious cup of wild wine too early.

"cheers!"

The red-haired pirate suddenly raised half a can of hot soup and said loudly.He keenly noticed Hawkeye's slightly raised eyebrows and the downward curve of his mouth that was even more curved.

However, the other party still indulged his nonsense, lifted the bamboo tube and drank a sip of soup with him.

After the meal, Shanks was depressed for a while because of the disappearance of the little hedgehog. Mihawk couldn't stand it anymore, so he suggested to go down the mountain before dark.

The small cave that Hawkeye spent so much effort to arrange turned out to be a one-off, which made Shanks very regretful.What Mihawk regretted was that the rainstorm interrupted his plans to collect snacks and make wine, and the few ingredients he collected were almost wiped out by Hongfa, and the only harvest was a large number of new fungus after the rainstorm.

The mountain torrents are almost done, but the paths in the mountains and forests are still slippery and muddy, and the gravel brought down by the water is accumulated on the roads, and if you are not careful, you will slip and fall.It was getting late and the sky was getting darker. Shanks followed Mihawk, who was also cautious all the way, and almost lost his footing several times. In the end, he had to admit that Hawkeye's mountain climbing skills were better than his own. No wonder he would always walk in front.

"Bandits also have their own skills," Shanks said convincingly, "but you walked very smoothly, Hawkeye."

"I have practiced swords in the mountains for several years," Mihawk replied while walking with a bamboo basket in one hand, "Don't be distracted, pay attention to your feet, sandals are easy to slip."

When he set foot on the sandy beach by the sea, Shanks let out a long sigh of relief as if he had regained his freedom. He looked at the bonfire not far away, and knew that it was his partners preparing for the carnival at night.Shanks grabbed Mihawk who was about to go to the direction of the coffin ship, and put on a big smile, "Hawkeye, come together!"

"I'm not interested." Mihawk said unmoved.

Shanks suddenly became frowning, and tugged at the other party's sleeves reluctantly.Mihawk stood on the spot with the empty bamboo basket, didn't break away from Shanks' hand, but he didn't mean to compromise either.

Shanks stared at Mihawk's expressionless face for a long time, finally let go of his hand with a sigh, turned and walked towards the Reid.Mihawk stared at the lonely back of the other party, turned around silently, and breathed a sigh of relief—he was a little fed up with this sometimes funny and sometimes childish guy, but he didn't hate it. Mihawk thought he might just not Habit.