【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Shanks didn't bother to chase the sinking submarine, nor did he pay attention to the bounty hunters who woke up and fled on the hills of Moon Island.Hawkeye was seriously injured, but he managed to use the knife with strength. Even if he was plotted against, his arrogant friend would not bother to attack a disabled person.

"Are you okay, Hawkeye?" Shanks didn't dare to use force, and put his hand lightly on the opponent's shoulder.

Mihawk lowered his head and stood leaning on a knife. His face was silent, his eyes were closed, and he lost consciousness while standing.

Shanks immediately supported the other party. He didn't dare to shake Hawkeye, so he could only call out to him with a glimmer of hope: "Wake up! Hey! Hawkeye!"

However, the sleeping swordsman did not respond.

Shanks' heart began to sink, too many thoughts rushed into his head for a while, but he didn't have time to think about it.Holding Hawkeye in his arms, he carefully laid the opponent flat, intending to stop the massive blood loss from the wound on his back first.

When tearing off his black cloak, Shanks paused for a moment, then laughed dumbly.At this time, he actually took a second to feel lucky, fortunately, it wasn't the one that Hawkeye made up for him.

Shanks wrapped the wounded man's upper body awkwardly into a cocoon with pieces of the cloak.During this process, Mihawk never woke up, he closed his eyes tightly, and let Shanks do whatever he wanted.

Shanks held each other's hand tightly, he is not a doctor, he can only judge Mihawk's injury based on experience.As time passed by, he suspected that the other party's breathing was gradually weakening.He could cut down a hundred enemies with a tight grip of the sword, but could not with the same hand hold back the dying life of his feeble friend.

Shanks resented that he, who had been taken good care of by the ship's doctor, would be helpless at such a critical moment.He could only stay where he was, anxiously waiting for the Reid to arrive.But he exhausted his eyesight, but could not see the shadow of the boat.

The red-haired man recalled for a long time the Rogge Town, where it was raining heavily that year.Captain Roger was on the high execution platform. As a kid, he tried his best to get closer, but there were so many excited, silent or other crowds of onlookers crowded around him, He couldn't even move forward.

In the end, he could only hold down the straw hat on his head tightly, letting the silent tears blur his vision, crying embarrassingly and uglyly.At the moment when the captain yelled that sentence, he vowed in his heart to become stronger and never allow himself to be so powerless again.

But today... Shanks sat silently, looking down at the pale Mihawk.The person he valued was right in front of his eyes, and he could grab him with his hand, but he still could only watch Hawkeye struggle on the line of life and death alone, unable to do anything.

Shanks suddenly thought that perhaps he had never become stronger.He just had a partner, and he began to be high-spirited, thinking that he was free enough to gallop on the sea, and he once boasted that with everyone, how could he lose to the solitary Hawkeye.But once he leaves his partners who always tolerate and help him, he is still the incompetent Shanks.

Shanks couldn't restrain some emotions anymore, he suddenly bent down and hugged the opponent's body tightly.

"Don't die, Hawkeye..." He pressed Mihawk's head against his neck, and whispered in the other's ear, "You want to become the world's number one swordsman? Knife, there is still a long way to go?!"

Shanks gritted his teeth and slammed his straw hat on Mihawk's head, "I swear to this hat! No matter when, I will never let anyone hurt my friends and partners again! "

He buried his head a little lower, and groped for Mihawk's heart with his hands, feeling the faint beating, "...you have always indulged my nonsense, right? So don't die!"

However, the subject being questioned was still sleeping silently in his arms, as if he was having a peaceful dream.

In the darkness, his hand gently pushed out, and Mihawk believed it was there.The mud and sand suspended in the water made him unable to open his eyes, but he swam firmly to that direction.

The pile of redstone was there, silently waiting to be disintegrated.Mihawk knew that he would be able to succeed this time, because he suddenly understood their texture, which is the law that Mr. once said.

That feeling was neither "seeing", nor "hearing", nor even "touching". The weaknesses and arrangement rules of the pile of stones appeared in his heart miraculously. If it must be described in words, then It is "knowing" in its purest form.

Mihawk regained his strength at the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, and at the same time knew something he couldn't explain.It was not a simple domineering look, what he penetrated was not a living object, but a pile of huge stones that remained motionless.

"A swordsman who can only use the hardest knife is not qualified to hold this hardest knife." Mihawk has understood this sentence.With his eyes closed, he gripped the half-cut knife tightly under the strong water pressure, and passed it towards a certain point on the stone pile—not beating or stabbing, but just sending the piece of metal in his hand out gently and deftly. .

The huge pile of red stones seemed to have been stabbed suddenly, they slid down and bloomed one by one, finally revealing the scene that had been concealed all along.

It was a white bone sitting on a chair of rotten wood, its flesh and blood had been corroded, but the solemn and solemn atmosphere penetrated a hundred years of time and filled the entire space.The skeleton's hand is holding a huge black knife upside down. The perfectly curved blade is lying quietly beside its owner. The sapphire-topped handle is lightly held by the skeleton's bone claws, maintaining the posture of handing it out, like is the one waiting to take it.

This must be the swordsman Palindi. It was not until this moment that Mihawk understood the painstaking efforts of this dead swordsman.Such a funeral must have been entrusted by Jianxia to his best friend, the great navigator Enrique. This pile of delicately arranged stones does not need to rely on excellent knowledge of ocean currents to decipher - the laws of everything are interlinked, and Palindi is waiting A person who has mastered the law.

Mihawk stretched out his hand with all his strength and held the perfect knife. He pulled the knife lightly, and the bones of the great swordsman disintegrated together with the decayed seat, muddying the atmosphere in the cave again. water.

Trusting that the former owner of the black knife would not mind his rudeness, Mihawk pressed a hand gently to his chest, paying his final respects to the now-disappeared remains.

He turned around resolutely, held the black knife and went back to the exit of the cave.The air in his mouth overflowed with the blood gushing from his stomach, Mihawk clenched his teeth, believing that he would not be defeated at this last moment.

The ten-meter-high circuitous cave is like an endless purgatory. This is probably the longest tens of seconds in Mihawk's life. He didn't care about the danger of going up quickly. Light travel.

"?!"

The sudden muffled sound almost shattered Mihawk's internal organs, and he had no time to react, the pain exploding violently behind his back and the violent impact of the ocean current had shattered his consciousness.

The blood that spread in the sea covered Mihawk's sight, and the sharp pain from the sting of the sea revived him. He used his hands to cover the surging blood in his mouth, and drove his legs, which were no longer flexibly controllable, to continue upward.

To be number one in the world is to not lose to others, not to lose to the sword, and also not to lose to the sea and time!

……

Mihawk's body bounced slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened.He stared out of focus at the straw hat that was close at hand, and it took a moment to pull his mind back from the chaos of memory to reality.

The swordsman continued to move his eyes, from the back with the straw hat on all the way to see the red hair lying motionless beside his bed.He opened his mouth, but found that his dry throat could not make any sound.

Something softly supported his back, preventing him from lying flat and pressing down on the huge wound.Mihawk secretly appreciated the thoughtfulness of the person who treated the wound. He continued to turn his eyes and judged that he was lying in the cabin of the Reid where he had slept for several nights.

Mihawk tried to hook his fingers, only to find that his hand was tightly held with the red hair's hand, and he couldn't help being stunned for a second.

This slight movement woke up the lightly sleeping Shanks, and the red-haired man sat up suddenly, staring closely at Mihawk's eyes.

Mihawk clearly saw the change of Shanks' expression from bewilderment to ecstasy. The next moment, this guy raised the left hand that was clasped with him, and slammed it on the forehead.

"It hurts!" Shanks bared his teeth, and then burst into a big smile, "It's not a dream!"

Mihawk felt that the expression on his face was stiffer than his limbs that could not move freely.

"You're awake, Hawkeye!" Shanks firmly held their joint hands, and Mihawk, who had difficulty speaking, had to use a little strength on his hand, and expressed his affirmation by shaking back his hand.

"Great! It seems that this arm is fine!" Shanks let go of Mihawk's hand almost dancing, only then did he think that he should pour a glass of water to moisten the throat of his friend who had been unconscious for a long time.

"I didn't expect you to wake up at this time, the water is cold." Shanks, who was holding the teacup, turned around and saw Mihawk trying to sit up with his body upright.Shanks stared at his difficult movements, finally confirmed that the other party's limbs were intact, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm going to call the ship's doctor." The red-haired captain stood up half-heartedly, "You're seriously injured, so don't move around."

Mihawk drank his saliva, moistened his throat slightly, and finally said before Shanks stepped out of the house, "Wait", he stopped the other party.

"How many days have I slept?" He looked at Shanks who turned around.

"About three and a half days?" Shanks reported the number, and he was not sure how long Mihawk was unconscious. He even felt that he had been waiting for Hawkeye for three months or more.

"...you have been staying here for the past few days?"

When Shanks heard this question, his heartbeat slowed down. He was silent for a moment, turned his gaze to other places, and smiled softly, "How is it possible? It's just that I happened to be there when you woke up."

"Beard." Mihawk held out his finger.

Shanks reacted, and belatedly touched the stubble that had grown into a circle because he hadn't taken care of it for a few days. He said with a dry smile, "I want to change to a rougher look."

Shanks leaned against the wooden door, waiting for the doctor-patient Q&A in the cabin to end. He thought that he would be ecstatic when Mihawk woke up, but now seeing that Mihawk was fine, he felt a little dazed instead. Pan came to mind.

Now that Hawkeye has woken up, he is probably about to leave.Shanks scratched his head, bit off the lid of the wine bottle in his hand, and took a big gulp.

The wooden door was pulled open just at this moment, and Shanks, who was not on guard, choked on a sip of wine and coughed for a long time in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, boss," the understanding ship doctor saw through his thoughts, "There won't be any sequelae. 60 meters is already the limit of human diving, but that guy didn't even wear protective clothing. Mixia stayed for so long, and he was so desperate when he came up, it was really lucky that he only hurt his internal organs!"

Shanks breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand at the ship doctor, and cast his eyes on the expressionless Mihawk, "I don't think it's a matter of luck," he said with a smile, "Isn't it, Hawkeye? "

"If it was me who had just entered Rigwhite who was struggling to get up then, it would probably be useless now." Mihawk nodded, "When I got that knife, I understood a little bit about the law of moving with the trend. It saved my life."

The doctor, who didn't intend to intervene in the conversation between the two, left the room and carefully closed the door.Shanks watched the ship doctor leave, and remembered the moment when Mihawk cut Perth's flying sword. It was indeed a clever knife that Hawkeye, who was dueling with him before, could not make. It even made the flexible chain perfectly lengthwise. Cut off, it is so soft that it is indestructible.

"Alas..." Shanks took a sip of wine in distress, "I see your progress, it's really hard not to lose to you after a year—"

"Redhead," Mihawk interrupted him coldly, "Leaving room in a duel is an insult to the opponent. I thought you understood this truth."

Shanks heard the reproach in this sentence, he pondered for a moment, then raised his eyebrows again, "What do you want to say, Hawkeye?"

"Domineering and domineering." Mihawk stared at the other party with burning eyes, "You have such a powerful and rare ability, but you concealed it when you confronted me."

"You say domineering look?!" Shanks was startled, "Although I have seen people who have it, but that kind of thing can't be obtained through practice."

Mihawk said nothing, sitting on the bed with folded arms, looking at Shanks with a surprised face.

"I think you're wrong—" Shanks snapped off.

"Remember?" Mihawk whispered, "At that time, you stunned the person who stabbed me with a harpoon, or all the bounty hunters present at that time."

"This..." Cold sweat broke out on Shanks' head, "I didn't deliberately hide anything. But are you sure that's really domineering?"

"if not?"

Shanks stopped talking, and was silent for a long time thoughtfully, and finally said to himself uncertainly: "Maybe it's true..."

Mihawk saw that the other party's reaction did not seem to be fake, but was a little surprised: "Don't you yourself know it exists?"

Shanks nodded seriously, and he explained sincerely: "I recalled it carefully, similar situations have happened once or twice before, but it is not as obvious as this time."

"I always stay with my partners, think about it, they have been helping me solve various crises." The red-haired captain said with emotion, "Only this time, they are not around, That’s why I have the opportunity to unleash that potential!”

"I've never seen a strong man with domineering color, only heard some legends," Mihawk became interested, "try to master it, redhead. I really want to experience the power of this special domineering for myself."

"I still need to find a suitable time to confirm." Shanks was not overjoyed because of this, "Although there is no one to ask for advice, but the experience gained by oneself is the most reliable."

"It doesn't matter if you wait a few years." Mihawk cast his gaze on the huge black knife leaning against his bed, "The shape of this knife is too special, and it takes a long time to get used to it flexibly. "

"Then let's work hard to improve each other, and then keep competing." Shanks pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that didn't mean anything.

"I have no objection," Mihawk also raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a faint provocation hidden between his brows, "but it won't be all the time, I will defeat you."

"Hey! I won't let you succeed so easily!" Shanks laughed loudly, he patted the western sword on his waist, and suddenly changed the subject, "But when it comes to that day, I don't know if it will be We met."

Mihawk froze for a moment, he had never thought about this question, and after thinking for a while, he replied seriously: "If you don't fight a duel, there is no need to meet immediately. But I think, if you read your story in the newspaper in the future I would be happy to take a second look at the news."

"This sentence really has the demeanor of a man on the sea." Shanks shrugged as expected, took the last sip of wine in the bottle, and stood up, "The porridge for you is almost ready, I Go and bring it here. The ship's doctor said that your internal organs were injured, and you can only drink porridge at present."

"I'm sorry to bother you," Mihawk nodded slightly, "I will try my best to recover as soon as possible."

"Don't be impatient, I sincerely hope you can stay on Red for a few more days." Shanks waved his hand and left the cabin, leaving the space for Mihawk alone.

The door was closed, and Shanks disappeared.Mihawk moved his body, stretched out his hand to hold the black knife? Ye that was leaning against his bed.With his current strength, he couldn't lift this heavy weapon easily.With a little effort, he dragged the long knife up and placed it across his lap.

This is the first time Mihawk has taken a closer look at his new weapon since he got his hands on the fabled knife.The solemn and elegant black knife lay flat quietly, as if waiting to be awakened.Mihawk's fingers caressed the beautifully patterned long and narrow sword grid, and finally landed near the blade edge. The sharp sword energy brushed over his fingertips, as if it might cut its new master at any time.

The knife didn't surrender, and Mihawk knew he had a lot to do.The long knife can only be carried on his back. He must first determine the position of the fixed knife clip on the windbreaker to ensure that he can quickly pull it out under any circumstances.It takes him thousands of repetitions to draw the knife until the knee-jerk reaction is to reach his back instead of his waist, until he draws the knife faster than any danger.

And this is just the beginning, he still has to adapt to Ye's weight and center of gravity, get familiar with the length, and increase the range.He must find out the advantages and characteristics of this supreme fast knife as soon as possible, so that his moves and the way of swinging the knife can be well combined with the new knife.

Mihawk thought of Liqian who was buried under the Moon Island Sea, and it persisted faithfully until the last moment, until it led itself to the enemy who had defeated it.So he will definitely take Li Qian's glory and tame this black knife named Ye. This is the only thing he can do for that beloved knife that has been fighting to the last moment.

Mihawk breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't do what the redhead said was not in a hurry.The bottleneck that had stopped him for a long time had just been broken, and the moment he touched the knife, so many thoughts flooded in, and so many new roads were paved before his eyes.New weapons, new realms, all of which require him to choose the most suitable path for himself.

So Mihawk doesn't want to delve into Shanks' unnaturalness when he wakes up, even though he's aware of them.He only wished that he could stand up a moment earlier and raise the knife in front of him a moment earlier.The road ahead is just under his feet, and he doesn't want to stop for a second during the journey before arriving at the world's number one destination.He doesn't have that much time.

Besides, he should also believe in Red Hair's ability, no matter what kind of predicament he is in, that person can get out of it.Mihawk dispelled his worries about a certain guy with rational analysis.