【Eagle Red】Lifetime

The morning sun pulled the shadow of Riyue Island out of the sea, and Mihawk was sitting peacefully on a large flat rock by the sea, cooking fish porridge for himself, and at the same time planning to buy some when he returned to Pitty Town High-quality japonica rice, a local specialty.He had already arrived at Sun Moon Island before dawn, but the swordsman suppressed his excitement, put on his feather cap securely, and slept till dawn.

A small pot of fish porridge was slowly cooking, and Mihawk suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something important. He absently turned off the fire and recalled it while eating breakfast.When most of the pot of fish porridge was wiped out, the swordsman finally remembered in a strange and boring atmosphere—he had no rum on hand.

In the past, Mihawk didn't have the habit of drinking alcohol at breakfast. There was no doubt that the redhead had infected him with some bad habits in the past ten days.The swordsman frowned helplessly. He only remembered to remind himself repeatedly before the meal that it was important to be alone, and thought that this was the only thing he needed to pay attention to after returning to a clean daily life... It seems that this is still too simple up.

Mihawk hesitated for a moment, and put all the red hair out of his mind. To make up for the emptiness after losing the rum, he poured himself a glass of red wine after the meal.

After breakfast, Mihawk packed everything in the morning sun, checked the diving cylinder and respirator, fixed the black knife on his waist again, took off his coat and jumped into the sea.

As the depth of the dive increased, the mild sunlight gradually turned into a twilight that could barely make out the underwater outline of the island.Relying on his previous memory, Mihawk successfully touched the target hole.Before entering the cave, he carefully allocated his energy to check the equipment he bought to make sure that everything was normal.

The long and narrow cave that winds down is full of seaweed, and the stingy rocks only leave room for a person to sneak close.In order to avoid unnecessary collapse, Mihawk concentrated on going around many obstacles, and occasionally cut off a few stone edges carefully with a knife to ensure that the gas cylinders on his back could pass through safely.The water pressure around him was about to reach the limit, and Mihawk felt the merciless force of the sea water squeezing his whole body from all directions, and his bones, flesh and viscera began to ache.

This didn't stop the determination of the young swordsman, Mihawk frowned, and reached out to hold the black knife at his waist as he dived slowly. He knew that the destination was coming.Sure enough, after a few seconds, he sneaked into the relatively spacious space and touched a corner of the huge stone pile.

In the darkness, the swordsman's eyes could only vaguely recognize the outline of the stone pile, but the sample that was retrieved with great difficulty last time originated from here. This is a pile of the hardest stones in the world produced in the red earth continent.

Mihawk stood up in the sea water and gently drew out his knife. Fortunately, the gas cylinder on his back and the respirator in his mouth withstood the heavy water pressure.

9 minutes.The pressure gauge on the respirator is designed in a user-friendly manner. Mihawk checked the fluorescent dial and estimated the activity time after the air was reserved for floating up. He was not sure whether his body could compare with the air in the cylinder. last longer.

Time is precious, Mihawk narrowed his eyes, his golden eyes became sharper, but his opponent was just a pile of stones.

The swordsman held Li Qian's hilt with both hands, and slowly raised his sword towards the stone pile.However, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then changed to holding the knife with one hand.

This is a great contradiction.Mihawk is well aware of the power of his two-handed slash. Too strong a knife will cause the entire cave to collapse, and he, who is inconvenient to move in deep water, will also be buried by rocks.And holding the knife with one hand... Mihawk is not sure how many times his Liqian can withstand the confrontation with the red stone. It is said that the strength of this kind of thing is second only to the indestructible historical text stele and Hailou stone.

Time does not allow too much hesitation, Mihawk finally chose a safer approach, after all, there is another chance.He groped, using the black knife to explore the gaps in the stone pile, trying to take advantage of the buoyancy of the sea water to use the knife to pick apart layers of stones.

Even in this way, Mihawk still felt that Li Qian had new damages in several impacts, and more importantly, the pile of stones in front of him was too big, and a few minutes of hard work was not enough to lift it away. Its outermost stone, let alone explore the mysteries buried within.

The pointer on the pressure gauge of the respirator gradually returned to the origin. When Mihawk's tongue tasted the bloody smell, he had to give up this unsuccessful extreme challenge and regrettably put away his knife and floated up.

Mihawk floated to the surface safely. He pulled off the respirator whose timing had been stopped, and exhaustedly supported the side of the small coffin boat to take a few breaths.The power of the sea should not be underestimated. Mihawk climbed back to the boat and wiped the blood from his lips with his hand.

I have tried my best to maintain the balance between the ascent speed and the air margin, but the last part of the eager swim still made Mihawk feel pain in the limbs and chest discomfort. In addition to the pressure he had endured in the deep water before, this dive was inevitable. The ground brought overload damage to his body.The strong-willed swordsman was glad that the cave he needed to dive into was not ten meters deeper, otherwise, he might really be in trouble.

The price paid is within expectation, but whether the results can be obtained is completely unpredictable.Mihawk wiped off the water stains on his body, and calmed down to summarize the information he got from this attempt.

The only escape route has been exhausted. Compared with yesterday's hasty discovery of the red rock pile and the action of diving up before exhaustion, this dive at least gave Mihawk a clearer and more comprehensive understanding of the long and narrow cave. know.

Mihawk gently pulled out his black knife, the most serious gap was already half the width of the blade.The swordsman's fingers caressed all the scars on the loyal and forbearing knife, and he wasn't sure if it could support another full blow of his own.

The biggest difficulty is what action to take after arriving at the destination next time. Some things cannot be solved by relying on strong destructive power.

"A swordsman who can only use the hardest knife is not qualified to hold this hardest knife." Mihawk repeated in a low voice the sentiment from the swordsman in Enrique's notes.What is the real qualification?

My husband once said that everything cannot escape such a law, and when the time is right, you will naturally understand it deeply.Mihawk believes that there must be some kind of law in the red stone pile under a hundred meters of sea water, but it needs an opportunity to grasp it.

This is just like when I suddenly realized the skill of cutting steel with steel many years ago—Mr. , he found himself seeing the fine grain on the steel.

Mihawk stared at the approaching sword, as if the whole world had slowed down. He moved his gaze upwards along the metal with clear texture, and saw the movement of the hand holding the sword and the entire right arm of Mr. Hidden in the sleeves are the muscles of the upper arm that are exerting force one by one, the elbows that are gradually stretched, the wrists that are firm and flexible, and even the knuckles that are adjusting their strength.

This is simply a kind of contempt. The young man held his breath in annoyance, and waved his sword with both hands to greet him with all his strength. He didn't feel that his sword skills had improved in any way. It was smoothly broken into two pieces, and the broken sword tip plunged obliquely into the soil.

The gentleman was stunned for a moment, then laughed and applauded: "It's not easy, you are only so old, can you hear the breath of steel?"

"I didn't hear anything, but I saw it." Mihawk seriously corrected the mistake in the question.However, when he picked up the half of the knife tip on the ground and looked carefully, he couldn't find the wonderful texture that suddenly appeared at that moment. He didn't know how to describe that state, but he thought he already understood it.

"Oh? Did you feel it with your eyes?" The teacher didn't ask the question, and stretched out his hand to ruffle the student's hair. "There is no difference between hearing and seeing. I didn't expect you to reach this level so early. ...Congratulations, Mihawk!"

That was also a door, and Mihawk pushed it open on his way to the next room.He could see more and more things clearly through those golden eyes, but no matter how hard Mihawk tried, he never saw clearly the movements of the gentleman who practiced sword with him gradually becoming more serious.Until the boy grows into a handsome young man, he doesn't need to hold his breath, but he can still see the knife-like wrinkles on the face of the old man in front of him and the more curved back.

The husband kept laughing and said that his student was too good, and he drained all the skills of this old bone early.But Mihawk was always ashamed that he could not improve faster. Before he could prove that he had surpassed the teacher, time had taken away the opportunity of the competition forever.

Sitting on his boat, Mihawk let out a long breath.He couldn't find any way to solve the problem in front of him. This was probably another door that he had to push to move on.However, even if the limitations of gas cylinders and weapons were discarded, his body already injured by the water pressure probably wouldn't give him more than one chance.

Mihawk is not sure what will happen to him if he fails this test.His body will inevitably continue to be injured, the beloved knife that can no longer accompany him forward, the direction he seeks to improve...

Is it worth betting these values ​​on a knife that doesn't necessarily exist?Mihawk couldn't be sure of his truest thoughts before arriving on Days Island.However, at this moment his attention is no longer on the legendary "Black Knife? His sword was enough to cut down the warship, but he was still powerless against a pile of stones placed in a limited space. They stood silently in place, implying the kind of power that was lacking in his swordsmanship.

Mihawk stood up and moved his limbs under the comfortable sunlight. The dull pain from the bones in his chest and abdomen was like a physical protest.A swordsman who has always lived a restrained and regular life rarely acts recklessly like this, but this time he has ignored them.

It is foolish to die because of the covetousness of a supreme sword, but it is a well-deserved death to fall down on the way to achieve your dream in pursuit of the perfection of swordsmanship.Hadn't such a belief been decided long before he went to sea?

If you can't solve the stone pile, let the corpse float up.Mihawk calmly carried the second diving cylinder on his back, connected the respirator, and jumped into the sea briskly.

The time of the second dive was shortened a lot. Mihawk reached the edge of the rock pile again under the extreme pressure. He looked at the pressure gauge on the respirator and roughly calculated that the air was enough for him to persist underwater for 13 minutes. .This time, he didn't reserve time to go up.

Mihawk raised his eyebrows, and concentrated all his attention on observing the stone in front of him before swinging the knife.The excessive water pressure made his golden eyes very uncomfortable. The young swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to adapt to the pressure and darkness, hoping that he could "see" the mystery of the huge stone pile again.

Mihawk doesn't know how long he has been in this state. His eyes, which are judged as cold and sharp by the world, can't see the "rule" clearly.A few times he thought he had found some tricks, but the result of trying was that the black knife in his hand broke in several places.The taste of blood welled up in his mouth again, and Mihawk knew he was running out of time.He frowned, gritted his teeth, held the sword in one hand, and slashed head-on against the stone pile.

Not surprisingly, some of the collapsed stone piles and the entire cave seemed to wake up suddenly after a long sleep. The stones and soil scattered in a small space, quickly polluting the clean seawater in the entire cave.Mihawk had to close his eyes, and his body, which was getting more and more painful due to barely exerting force, began to disobey. A huge falling rock hit his right arm. Fortunately, the buoyancy in the water offset part of the momentum. The young swordsman He paid a high price for his failed gamble.

Mihawk did not regret his reckless behavior, and there was nothing he could do except to try.He couldn't open his eyes in the turbid sea water, and he couldn't judge what the cave that he had destabilized had become. He only knew that Li Qian, who had always been with him, had been broken in two.The heavy black knife had already become much lighter after entering the water, and the half of the blade that was still firmly held in his hand seemed to have no weight at all.

There was not much air left in the gas cylinder. After taking a deep breath for the last time, Mihawk pulled off the respirator, and tightened his lips before the blood gushed out of his mouth.

……

Are you going to die?

This breath could be held for 3 minutes, and the falling rocks kept grazing or hitting Mihawk's body which was at its limit, and he began to think about what he should think about at the last moment of his life.

The ubiquitous intense pain seemed to delay the time when he was about to walk away from Mihawk, and he even had time to calmly take stock of his life history, but at the moment when countless thoughts and memories whizzed by, the swordsman But never caught a glimpse of anyone or anything worthy of nostalgia.

That's not bad.He almost gave up thinking about it, but subconsciously grabbed half of the black knife.

……

"Remember our duel, don't put yourself here!"

A certain voice suddenly rang in his ears, it must be an auditory hallucination.Will that person laugh and talk about his ugly death in the future?This thought surged into Mihawk's heart strongly with a little bit of unwillingness, and his hand holding the knife suddenly gained some strength from nowhere.

The big smiling face seemed to have appeared in front of him. Mihawk closed his eyes, tilted his head, and protested silently with consciousness: "I'm still alive."

In his mind, the open smile on the red-haired man's face appeared almost realistically, but what does that smile mean...

"Dreams and promises are the most important things in a man's life, and they should never be discarded in the bottom of my heart." Mihawk, who had no chance to make a promise to anyone, suddenly remembered this sentence.He wasn't sure whether it was his teacher or his father who taught him this way many years ago, but he clearly remembered the only promise he had ever made——

"I will tell you that you are safe through the newspaper."

Mihawk stood upright against the rock wall, and slowly opened his golden eyes.