【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Mihawk stood where he was, watching Shanks leave.He watched the black cloak flying with the wind slowly go up, and then down, until the red hair gradually sank to the top of the mountain.

That person left without haste or nostalgia, without looking back once.

Mihawk turned around and looked towards the other side of the island. The last ray of the setting sun was almost hidden under the mountain peak at the same time, and the two rounds of dazzling red disappeared into his world together.

ended.

He couldn't tell whether he felt light or heavy.Mihawk didn't expect Shanks to arrive so early, and he hadn't figured out how to communicate with the redhead, but that guy jumped from the thick fog to his boat so abruptly. Rolled down the hill.

He also imagined that they could have an open talk, but in any case, the person who should apologize and leave should never be Shanks... everything is reversed.

Mihawk doesn't doubt what Shanks said, even the most vicious and provocative words, he believes that the other party is honest and true feelings... But, that may not be all.

It's like in the farewell words that I didn't have the chance to say, there must be some thoughts that I won't explain to the other party.Even though they looked so different, they were similar in essence—they all understood that it was only a matter of time before they parted ways, and there was no possibility for them to stay together.

But that guy actually got ahead of him.

Mihawk knew that he had lost a game, but fortunately he seized the last chance.

This has nothing to do with nostalgia, Mihawk just doesn't want the other party to underestimate him.He didn't allow Shanks to end everything between them with a beautiful rhetoric like this-for the lonely swordsman, it was sympathy and charity with insults.

Mihawk absolutely does not want this kind of boring help. If the restless waste of the whole year comes from his own mood, then he must rely on his own strength to get rid of it.

Swordsman Jorakor Mihawk met the pirate leader Shanks when he was 26 years old.After leaving the other party, he understood what missing is, and after a short reunion and parting, he finally admitted this feeling willingly.

After this, they ended it all.

He and his whole story were nothing more than that.

Mihawk sat alone in the completely dark valley, not wanting to make dinner.Some kind of unspoken strange emotion poured into his chest violently, it was overflowing emptiness, or barren fullness, they were so heavy and light, and they were so close at hand even at the far end of the sky.

The swordsman was silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised the corners of his lips, gradually revealing a big and exaggerated smile like someone.

The not very smooth laughter spread from low to high in the uninhabited valley, and returned with echoes from all directions, intertwined with the alarmed birdsong in the mountain forest.

Mihawk gave himself the first gaffe of laughter in his life.

After a long while, the swordsman got up and walked to the rock where he put the kitchen utensils, and calmly lit the fire to cook.At the moment when he was serving porridge for himself, he finally couldn't help but glanced at the opposite position. The person who had been sitting there eating chicken legs at noon should now be on the big boat heading to the Chambord Islands with his partner Are we having a drink together?

The dinner recipe wasn't a good pairing for either wine, but Mihawk took out his goblet anyway, stared at the half-bottle of rum for a moment, and finally reached out and picked up another An exquisite wine bottle that I have forgotten for a long time.

The swordsman poured himself a glass of red wine, but drank it carelessly in one gulp.Facing the cool night breeze, he ate all his dinner without distraction, but he didn't chew any taste—when he swallowed the first bite of the dish, he found that he had forgotten to add salt. It's the only time I've made such a low-level cooking mistake.

After the meal, he tidied up everything, and then reached out to hold the handle of the black knife that had been stuck obliquely in the rock.

"I'm really sorry for ignoring you earlier." Mihawk took a deep breath, and slowly drew out the knife, "It won't happen anymore."

The black knife that was firmly drawn made a trembling metallic sound as if in response.

"Lieutenant Admiral Kuzan!" The young navy soldier ran across the deck nervously, and gave a standard military salute to his boss who was leisurely leaning on the rattan chair, "Target found!"

"Really..." Kuzan took off the blindfold, yawned casually, and scratched his curly black hair, "How did this kind of thing happen to me?"

The vice admiral stood up, ordered the huge warship to stand by, pushed his little bicycle, and prepared to have a conversation that he disapproved of.

"Lieutenant General Kuzan!" His soldiers couldn't help trying to dissuade him, "The enemy has a strange temperament and is difficult to deal with. It's too dangerous for you to go by yourself!"

"It's better than our boat being hacked by him, and being nagged by the old men after we go back." Kuzan shrugged lazily, "Besides, although it's unlikely, maybe it won't be in the future. Enemy."

The future admiral got on his small bicycle, leisurely disembarked from the warship, and rode towards the small coffin boat that was faintly visible in the distance.

Mihawk glanced at the slowly approaching black dot from a distance, and then lowered his head to read the newspaper in his hand again—the name of the redhead was mentioned in today's morning report, and he planned to finish reading this content first, and then went to get the ship Looks like a nice looking warship for practicing knives.

The last duel between him and Shanks was half a year ago. The swordsman is still sitting in his small coffin boat, floating in the first half of the great voyage, reading newspapers and practicing swords every day, and occasionally chopping him to see An eye-catching ship.

He will still pay attention to the news of the Red Hair Pirates.After all, Shanks is the special person in his heart, but he no longer misses him all the time, and he can face all news about the other party more and more calmly.

"The red-haired pirate group that is in full swing has now entered the sphere of influence of the great pirate Whitebeard. Will this be a fierce confrontation between the new and active pirate stars and the old and strong pirate giants? Or will there be a new strong alliance? Let us wait and see!"

Mihawk read the last paragraph of this article about the analysis of the new world pattern in a leisurely manner.He gently put down the newspaper, turned his head with folded arms, and looked at the navy who had already ridden his bicycle nearby.

The burly guy didn't look like he was here to find fault. The news in the newspaper that the red-haired pirates were doing well made Swordsman feel good, so he was going to give the other party a chance to speak.

"Hey, Hawkeye Mihawk," Kuzan greeted lazily after he parked his bicycle where the sea was covered with a thick layer of ice.

"Are you interested in becoming the king of Qibuhai?"

Shanks sat down on the bow of the Reid with his head drooping.He angrily took a sip of wine, and said to the right-hand man who was smoking a cigarette, "What's the matter with those navies? They surrounded us without firing artillery, and they will soon besiege from Chambord Islands to Mount Vernon! "

"Shouldn't you ask the boss?" Beckman sighed, smoking a cigarette, "In your current capacity, you quietly drilled out of the new world from Fishman Island, and just appeared next to the Navy Headquarters so brightly. Is it strange to ignore you?"

"My current identity?" Shanks turned his eyes from the distant Mount Vernon back to his deputy in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

"The "Justice Weekly" five days ago," Beckman handed the newspaper he had been keeping at hand to his captain: "Although half a year ago, there was a newspaper that put the boss and Whitebeard, Kaido, and Bigu? Together they are called the Four Great Powers of the New World, but this is the first time that a naval publication has said so. You should know what it means, right?"

Shanks frowned and looked at the big photo of himself with a bright smile on the newspaper, and yawned after reading a few lines, "You can read this kind of thing, Beckman?"

What Beckman is not going to remind is that just a year and a half ago, Shanks himself was still very enthusiastic about newspapers—even the off-line pirate captain read ten lines at a glance, as if he was just looking for someone. The key word is general.

However, one morning during that time, Beckman noticed that his boss had glanced at the newspaper, then left it and turned away.Somewhat unexpectedly, the deputy captain of the Reid bent down to pick up the newspaper that had been thrown on the deck, and saw someone familiar to him on the front page.

In the photo, Hawkeye lowered his head, and the feather hat covered the swordsman's sharp brows and eyes, leaving only the tight lips in the shadows, which looked unchanged from before.Beckman shifted his gaze to the eye-catching big characters next to the photo, "Special Feature: Recording the new King Shichibukai, the maverick swordsman-Hawkeye Joracle Mihawk".Beckman took a deep breath and squeezed the thin paper in his hand.

The vice-captain of the Reid never asked Shanks what he experienced on Mount Vernon that year. During that unwitnessed duel, the pirates on the Reid were all joking and joking on the deck as usual.

Until the sun was sinking, Shanks returned to the big ship safe and sound.With a big smile on his face, he ruined Jesus' bet by declaring a tie as usual, without mentioning the guy he'd been alone with all afternoon.

The red-haired pirate stomped on the wine barrel boldly, pulled out his western sword vigorously, and pointed in the direction of the Chambord Islands.He grabbed half of the jar of wine and drank it down, threw the jar on the deck, took another deep breath, puffed out his chest and said loudly: "Brothers! Let's go to the new world!"

Beckman looked coldly at Shanks's smile which was not the same as usual, and smoked a whole cigarette amidst the cheers of the pirates.Just like half a year later, he watched with cold eyes that after his boss dropped a certain newspaper, he returned to the old way of losing interest in reading newspapers.

The deputy captain of the Reid put away his memories and threw the cigarette butt into the sea, "I really didn't expect you and Hawkeye to have such a two-year contract. You suddenly said a month ago that you would leave the new world. , I was taken aback."

"I'm self-willed," Shanks said with an apologetic smile, "but we must keep our promises with friends, right?"

"Hawkeye has been in the limelight in the past two years, and he has cut down many ships... The newspapers are saying that he is already one of the best swordsmen on the great voyage." Beckman lit another cigarette, "Be careful."

"A lot of pirate ships have been wiped out, right?" Shanks chuckled inexplicably, "It's really rare for such a guy to have a day of cooperation with others."

Beckman pointed to the newspaper in Shanks' hand, "Think about it, the Navy Headquarters just recognized our status, but the Reid left the New World at this time. This will undoubtedly destroy the balance of power they want to maintain The plan...has the boss considered this?"

Shanks scratched his head disapprovingly, "The major forces are only recognized by them, and have nothing to do with me. Do you expect me to do things according to their thoughts like an eagle eye?"

Beckman keenly saw that his captain was focusing on the duel opponent, and he sighed helplessly, "Okay, we'll talk about this later. You can just fight with peace of mind, Red won't Lost to several warships."

Shanks looked at Mount Fernon, who was already close in front of him, put his straw hat on his head and stood up, he walked a few steps, and turned his head to show Beckman a big smile: "Thank you all so much! "

The deputy captain of the Reid shivered suddenly, "Boss, your domineering color is very proficient, and you will come back alive." The red-haired pirate who successfully played tricks on the deputy gave a long and happy laugh. With a bulwark, he jumped directly from the high bow. The black cloak fluttered in the wind for half a second before being covered by the flying sand and dust.

Shanks rubbed his dusty eyes with a bitter face, and sneezed a few times involuntarily.On the big ship behind him, the pirates who watched him leave couldn't help laughing, and they all mocked the boss who couldn't be handsome.

Shanks shrugged indifferently, smiled himself, and strode towards the path up the mountain.

The straight and neat mountain road was cut by Mihawk two years ago. The erosion of wind and rain has softened the edges and corners of the once sharply cut rocks, and green grass has emerged on the path. Sandals step on it. No longer sinking deep into the gravel.

Shanks took a deep breath. In the past two years, he has lived a full and happy life, experienced the great adventure he longed for, and also had new partners on board.The laughter and battle experience squeezed out some of the emotions that sometimes came to him so he could keep smiling.

Now that he was free to think about his friend, he had a lot of things he wanted to talk to him face to face, but he wasn't sure what Hawkeye was like now, and whether they would still have the chance.

Shanks took the last step and climbed to the top of the mountain, looking down at the valley where he and Mihawk had dueled.

Beckman looked helplessly at the naval fleet that surrounded the Reid not too far away, as well as a number of existences that were more difficult than warships that were close at hand—these were the reporters who flocked from the Chambord Islands after hearing the news .

The Red-haired Pirates are undoubtedly one of the fastest-rising forces in the new world in recent years. The world government has just recognized the important position of Red-haired Shanks through some means, but this always smiling pirate leader suddenly appeared in the beyond his sphere of influence.

No one knows whether this is a provocation or another purpose. The Reid finally stops beside the unobtrusive Mount Vernon. news.

Beckman stood on the side of the ship with a serious face, looking at the many small boats not far away, the reporters were vying to take pictures of the Reid and Mount Vernon, and the particularly daring guy was using a loudspeaker phone bug Ask the pirate ship.

He rejected Jesus' unreliable proposal to use cannons to drive away the group of reporters, and tried to brew a more reasonable argument—the boss did not explain the nature of the duel, and Hawkeye was an unpredictable guy who was in the limelight. The private meeting between the great pirate and Shichibukai is undoubtedly a sensitive matter, and the excellent deputy captain of the Reid did not want this news to come out of his own mouth.

Beckman suddenly felt something. He raised his head and looked at the fleet in the distance. After a warship facing him shook violently twice, the mast suddenly collapsed, and the hull instantly disintegrated, breaking into several pieces and falling into the sea. inside.

Beckman's heart moved, he raised the binoculars, moved the camera, saw the panicked and helpless expressions of several marines, and finally found the small coffin boat floating on the water—Hawkeye was lowering his head, holding the The huge black knife was retracted behind his back. This was the first time that Beckman had witnessed this friend who was not unfamiliar to him cut down the boat.

The boss is going through a tough fight.Beckman put down the binoculars and silently evaluated in his heart.

This dramatic change also did not escape the eyes of many media reporters present. The noisy coast became quiet in an instant, only the sound of waves beating against rocks remained the same.

The small coffin boat gradually approached Mount Feinon under everyone's attention. No one did not know the person sitting on the boat with lowered eyebrows. El Mihawk.

Mihawk raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the chaotic scene in front of him.He stood up, first nodded to Beckman, and then jumped up lightly with the black knife on his back.Like a soaring goshawk, the swordsman passed the small boats in front of him, and landed firmly on a big rock at the foot of the mountain.Beckman couldn't help but secretly lamented the huge gap in the appearance atmosphere between his own captain and Hawkeye.

The next moment, he saw Hawkeye standing up straight, raising his head and showing his sharp eyes to the people by the beach.The Qiwu under the king raised the black knife on his back and pointed at the outer naval fleet.His face was expressionless and his tone was calm—at that moment, all the media conveyed his voice to the world.

"Today is the day when I have a private duel with the red hair. Anyone who wants to distract him, I will face the first sword."