【Eagle Red】Lifetime

When the Reid speeded up and approached Mihawk, the maverick pirate swordsman was buttoning his hat and roasting his clothes without distraction. Although the sound of the approaching sails became louder, Mihawk Because of the disadvantages he had suffered before, he only regarded the sound as the sound of the wind blowing the brim of the hat that got stronger in the evening.

The Reid did not go forward too recklessly, otherwise there would be two possible consequences—Mihawk finally found the big ship behind him, and cut off the bow of the Reid before the people on board could speak. It's not enough to cut off such a big ship with a single blow; or the excessive speed of the Reid will directly hit the future great swordsman and capsize the ship.

Fortunately, neither of these two tragedies happened. Just as the Reid was gradually approaching with the thicker and thicker seductive aroma, and everyone on board moved their index fingers, Beckman, who had always been very wary, keenly noticed the small spot in front of him. The flames—that was the fuel box used by Mihawk for cooking soup. As the swordsmen flipped and baked the clothes, the intermittent flames passed through the twilight and fog, and flashed on the Reid not far behind. In the eyes of everyone.

"Boss?" Beckman pointed to the glimmer of light that seemed to be close to the surface of the sea.

Shanks rubbed his chin, his eyes quietly sharpened under the cover of red hair: "It's actually a boat? This is interesting..."

It is common knowledge that there are no islands outside the ring wind zone of the Rigwhite Sea.Then, in the middle of the sea wind belt that has ruined countless ships, a person who is alone in a boat and can cook dinner safely must be unusual.

"I'll go and see, Beckman."

The deputy captain of the Reid understood that the understatement was not a discussion, so he shrugged helplessly, "Be careful."

Shanks looked at the uneasy deputy, smiled and handed the straw hat on his back to Beckman, "Isn't that all right?"

Beckman calmly accepted his hat, commanded the crew to put down a small boat for Shanks, and cautiously ordered the whole ship to turn off the lights and stand by, ready to reinforce the captain at any time.

Mihawk finally maintained the most basic vigilance. When Shanks' boat came close, Mihawk, who had always been alone, drew his knife directly, turned around and slashed in the direction of the "enemy attack".The small black sailboat also shook due to the sudden force of the owner, and the young swordsman still remembered distractedly looking back to see if the almost cooked fish soup was spilled.

However, when he turned his head again, he saw a figure pounced on him head-on. Mihawk didn't expect his opponent's reaction to be so fast, and the second knife immediately went up against the wind.

In fact, Shanks was more surprised than Mihawk. Even though he was mentally prepared and knew that the people on the boat must be weird, he was still surprised by the shape of the other boat when he rowed closer.

"Coffin... coffin?!"

Shanks suppressed his surprise for the time being, and was about to say hello, but suddenly became alert, and he immediately jumped up. At that moment, the sharp wind of the knife brushed his ears, and the next moment the wooden boat was cut in two. cut, even the cuts are smooth.

Shanks, who is also a swordsman, of course understands what kind of realm this means. His western sword hastily unsheathed and blocked Mihawk's second hasty cut. He used his strength to turn over in the air and landed lightly on the small sailboat forward of the deck.

Mihawk was holding a knife in his hand, but he couldn't fight anymore.He has not yet cultivated to the state where he can send and receive sword energy freely, and the opponent is obviously very strong. If he strikes in such a narrow space, no matter how strong his boat is, it may be destroyed in this vast sea.

Mihawk raised his head and stared at the uninvited guest, and first noticed the overly obvious red hair and three scars on his left eye.The light of the cooking fire flickered on the big smiling face, but it seemed that the smile was not friendly enough.

Relying on his good habit of reading newspapers every day, Mihawk quickly searched for this familiar face in his mind, and asked in a low voice, "Red-haired Shanks?"

"Huh?" At this moment, Shanks was attracted by the pair of golden eyes that reflected the firelight and had a frightening light. Even though he didn't pay much attention to appearance, he thought these eyes were really beautiful.

But Shanks didn't think about how conspicuous his red hair and scars are as proof of identity. At that moment, he even thought that those eyes could see through everything in the world.

"Ah...it's me!" Shanks put the moment of amazement behind him, and his attention was attracted by the equally dazzling firelight and the fish soup on it.

"What are you here for?" Mihawk's knowledge of red hair is limited to newspaper reports and bounties on wanted notices, and now a guy who is almost as valuable as himself comes to visit for no reason, so he has to be more vigilant.

Shanks in that room managed to pull his mind back from the fish soup. He looked up and saw the owner of the fish soup with a wary face. He habitually reached for the hat on his head, but found nothing. Looking at Mihawk, whose sword tip was still vaguely pointing at him, he showed a bright smile.

"I'm not malicious, what do you call a friend?"

"Jolacole Mihawk." Mihawk reported his name, and he has already observed the other party and the surrounding situation - although the sea fog blocked the trace of the Reid, it was obviously impossible for the red-haired boat Support long voyages.Mihawk understands that there are people behind the other party, and the Pirate Rush does not need reason and reason. He has already prepared for the worst.He was never afraid, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief after feeling the other party's reckless but non-hostile attitude.

The Mihawk in Shanks' eyes was another impression. He stared at the muscular and tight upper body of the opponent and secretly evaluated. The two knives just now were enough to prove the strength of the captain. However, the coffin boat, half-naked , and a fancy hat, this combination is too strange no matter how you look at it.Even though there are countless weirdos on the great route, this Mihawk is considered outstanding.

"Whoever sees has a share, brother! Can I share half of this soup?" Shanks finally decided to use half-naked as a breakthrough point, using a rough way to get closer.

Mihawk doesn't know how to evaluate this kind of overly unrestrained familiarity. If this is a way to paralyze the enemy, it is too low-level, but seeing the person in front of him drooling, hunger should not be pretending. from.Mihawk has just suffered from hunger. Although he is not a charitable person, he is still willing to fulfill the wishes of others when it is just a little effort for him-this good quality has not changed until many years later, so even if it is a Donghai The young boy of origin draws his sword to challenge, whether it is his initial ambition or his pride after defeat, Mihawk is willing to fulfill it.

Shanks noticed the moment when Mihawk frowned under the brim of his hat from the angle of looking up, but the next moment, the other party found something from the cargo hold of the boat and threw it into the pot.

"Wait a little longer," Mihawk said, "I added some bacon, otherwise it won't be enough."

Shanks' eyes shone with joy. He watched Mihawk quietly standing next to the only seat in the boat, putting on his dried clothes. His temperament changed instantly. Even the weird coffin The boat also seemed to be incomparably right with the opponent, and only then did I realize that my assessment was really wrong.

But it doesn't matter, Mihawk doesn't seem to be a difficult person, and Shanks silently forgives his mistake.

A pot of hot soup was cooked quickly, and Mihawk took out two bowls, filled them up impartially, and handed them to the redhead for the other to choose.

Shanks froze for a moment, and then understood that this meant that there was no poison in the food.In reality, Shanks isn't that careless, but he's happy to trust his instincts before thinking about it more carefully.

There was no special reason. From the first time he saw Mihawk, he felt that this person would not reject him, let alone calculate anything.He believes that some people can naturally attract and communicate with each other, and Mihawk is a person who should know each other like this.

"Thank you so much! Then I will provide you with a bar! Good things to warm your body." Shanks untied the flagon from his waist and shook it with a smile—this was what he asked Beckman to bring before boarding the boat Yes, it is almost one of Shanks' life creeds to drink to talk.

Mihawk continued to take out the cup from the cabin, let Shanks pour a cup, he took a sip, and immediately changed his face.

"Is it a good bar?" Shanks couldn't wait to swallow the delicious food, and asked vaguely, but his tone was absolutely certain.

"...very strong." Mihawk gave a pertinent and neutral evaluation.

The two people who met for the first time had dinner on the boat, which Shanks unilaterally decided was a pleasant experience.When he realized that the behavior of the person in front of him was not so bold, he restrained himself a little.He also bears the arduous task of inviting this talented soup cook back to the ship to cook for a group of companions.If the previous behavior is not in line with the other party's habits, then it is necessary to make up for it.

He smiled and bumped glasses with Mihawk several times, and he drank it down every time, not caring that the other party only took a sip.He even obeyed the so-called high-society rule of not talking at meals—a rule he thought a clothed Mihawk would appreciate.

In fact, Mihawk didn't care about the relationship between meals and conversation at that time, but he thought that his communication skills were not very good, because when he was interrogated by the navy at first, he explained that he was going to go to sea to find an opponent to fight. shelling.So he also had to cut down a medium-sized naval ship, and then floated away-this is the beginning of Mihawk becoming a wanted pirate and becoming popular.

A few days later, Mihawk saw his photo in the wanted notice in the newspaper, and after being greatly surprised, he reflected on his actions. Going to sea to fight is indeed the behavior of pirates, and chopping down the navy's ships is undoubtedly an act of the pirates. The sign of his declaration of war is to accept the fact that he has become a pirate.

However, for Shanks, who has no habit of reading newspapers and does not get timely information, it is only natural for pirates to have flags and partners.Judging from the temperament and demeanor shown by Mihawk, the red-haired pirate thinks that this person is unlikely to be of his own kind - he never thought that the naval ships destroyed by Mihawk were almost no worse than the Reid. The cannons sank less.

Shanks was tentative, and wanted to propose a mutually beneficial plan to the other party - such as using his own boat to carry Mihawk across the Rigg White Sea, and in exchange, ask this talent to help with cooking.Of course, it would be better if the time is not limited to the period when the chef is sick.

After the meal, Mihawk quietly washed the kitchen utensils and tableware and took them back to the small cabin.He sat back in the only seat on the boat, crossed his arms and raised one leg as usual, the brim of his hat covered his expression.

Such silence brought Shanks an invisible pressure, and he wasn't sure if it meant expelling guests.Uncomfortably, he touched the straw hat on the top of his head again, but it came to nothing again.This reminded Shanks that his deputy captain was still on standby not far away, maybe the meal time had already made Beckman start to worry.

"Mihawk..." Shanks secretly prayed that he didn't call the other party's name by mistake, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Hands up."

"...Actually, I am a pirate, and my ship is just one nautical mile away." Shanks lowered his voice.

Mihawk finally raised his head, his sharp golden eyes shining brightly, "If this is the designated duel location, then I'm honored."

This misunderstanding is too great, Shanks quickly shook his hand and said, "That's not the case! I just want to say... can I ask you one thing?"

Mihawk raised his chin slightly, waiting silently for the next sentence.

"As you can see, I was hungry when I came. Our chef is sick in bed, and the crew has nothing to eat..." It must not be easy for such a person to cook, Shanks explained somewhat difficult.

"I'm not interested in that." Mihawk refused before the other party made the request.

Shanks was left on the spot, he pondered for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to persuade the other party.A person meeting someone for the first time does not have this obligation, especially one who behaves so elegantly.

He shrugged with a smile, "Okay. Thank you for treating me to a meal. I will remember this kindness."

"You've already thanked me."

Shanks began to think about the method and rhetoric of returning to the big ship. He couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Oh, after eating alone, I will definitely be scolded badly when I go back..."

Mihawk didn't seem to hear anything at all.

"My boat is broken, if you don't mind, can I call the Reid to pick me up?" Shanks' tone was very gentle, "If it's not right, I'll swim back."

"I'm not interested in cooking." Mihawk repeated what he had just said.

"I won't be strong..." Shanks was about to answer, but suddenly understood that the other party must have something to say.

"But it's rare to meet a strong man with a sword. I hope to compete." Mihawk raised his head and stared at Shanks seriously. He gradually got used to the three scars on Shanks' left eye, and no longer thought they were very hideous.

Shanks immediately understood what the other party meant, he grinned happily and said, "Then let's go to the next island! It's also my luck to meet a good opponent."

"Thank you." Mihawk took off his feather hat, "Then in exchange, please take me to the galley on your ship."

This person is too interesting, Shanks thought, must make a good friend.He couldn't help showing a big smile.