【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Star Locke held the binoculars in his hands, and watched the quietly appearing boat for a long time.The thick darkness made the boat in the distance only vaguely unconventional outlines, and Rockstar couldn't tell what kind of boat it was.But since he has the courage and ability to approach the new station of the red-haired pirates in the middle of the night, the people on board will not be ordinary people.

The self-esteemed crew member of the Reid tried to illuminate the unknown boat with a night light, so as to remind the opponent that the square trace had been revealed, but this didn't seem to have any effect, and the boat remained indifferent. Do not respond.

The Star of Locke was suddenly furious. Even though the boss had emphasized that he must be polite to all the guests who came to visit, such a defiant attitude was too arrogant.It was time to apply for an attack. He threw away the binoculars in his hand angrily, got up and entered the tent to ask the cadre in charge of night duty for instructions.

"...You mean a small boat?" Lagi boldly tore off a large piece of meat with his teeth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and then opened his mouth, "It's impossible to travel very far with a small boat, right?"

"We only moved to this uninhabited island during the day, and a lot of things haven't been settled yet," Locke Star said cautiously, "I suspect that it is a scout ship sent by some boring enemy, maybe it is preparing for a night attack. "

"This analysis is not unreasonable, but if you say that it neither hides its tracks nor intends to approach the landing, it is still too reckless to shell directly." Laki threw down the gnawed bone and picked up another piece of meat. He stood up and moved his thick limbs, "I'll go and see the situation."

When the cadres and crew of the Reid arrived at the lookout point again and observed the enemy's situation with binoculars in both hands, the small boat that had not moved before had already moved in a distant direction.Locke Star gave up observing the boat with a more blurred outline, and suggested to the cadre beside him: "It seems that it is about to leave, so let's not worry about it, shall we?"

However, the next moment, a fat hand patted his shoulder heavily.Star of Locke watched in surprise as Lagi threw away the binoculars eagerly, and only said to himself: "Don't disturb others", and then rushed to the tent where the leader of the red-haired pirates was, dragging his fat body .

"This..." Locke Star, who has joined the Red Hair Pirates for two years, has never seen such a strange thing.

The breeze in the middle of the night was steady and peaceful. Mihawk extinguished the candles in the bow, buckled the feather cap on his face, covered the falling moonlight in the night sky, and prepared to sleep peacefully.

Half-dream and half-awake, Jianhao suddenly became alert. He gently opened his eyes, put the hat back on his head, held the handle of the black knife with one hand, and listened to the roar approaching from behind.

...Like a speedboat motor?Mihawk's heart moved, and at the same time as he exhaled and drew his sword, the whistling sound flew over quickly.The great swordsman's black knife cut across a light arc, and the silent wind of the sword quietly cut through the waves behind him, stretching towards the distance without stopping.

In the next second, there was an ear-piercing sound of violent metal tremors, and in the blink of an eye, the sea water engulfed in the invisible sword energy exploded a few meters away from the stern of the coffin ship, with extremely high waves and countless sword-like water lines Flying down in all directions.

It was indeed a small speedboat. After being attacked by the world's number one swordsman, it was unscathed, passed the left side of the coffin boat unabated, and continued to fly forward.In the moment of passing by, Mihawk was sure that his eyes did not catch anyone on the speedboat.

He turned his head expressionlessly, and his eyes caught the shadow that leaped towards the small coffin boat from the air—this way of appearing on the stage was very similar to their first encounter many years ago.But at this moment, the cloak was flying upwards, forming an irregular shape in the night, and the half of the left arm that had lost its cover reflected a clear and incomplete image in Jianhao's eyes.

Before any more emotion could arise, Mihawk felt the deck shake violently beneath his feet.He stood up, turned around and looked up, looking directly at the man who had just stabilized his feet on the boat.

The man was easily supporting the mainmast of the boat with his only hand, showing a lively and happy smile, the moonlight on his head was reflected in his eyes, refracting the sparkling light,

"Hey, Hawkeye," the bright smile on the red-haired pirate's face widened a bit, his white teeth stood out in the night, "You're here."

"Your boat ran away." Mihawk turned his head and looked at the sea ahead where no trace of the speedboat had been seen.

"That doesn't matter," Shanks waved his wrist casually, and he jumped over the only seat in the boat and landed beside Mihawk.He suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, "After so many years of friendship, I don't think you will refuse to send me back, right?"

Shanks' tone was very relaxed, but Mihawk clearly felt that the hand that was holding him was too strong.

In the end, the great swordsman didn't care about the pain, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Take off your domineering look, if this ship also breaks down, we will have to swim back."

It was only then that Shanks lost his composure. He withdrew his hand with a smirk, sat cross-legged on the deck of the boat with ease, raised his head and asked Mihawk, "Is there any wine?"

"No rum." Mihawk turned around and brought out a delicately packaged cardboard box from the cargo hold.He opened the box, took out a bottle of wine, and threw it to the red-haired pirate.

Shanks saw the wine label on the bottle by the light of the bow candle relit by Mihawk, "...Rigwhite?" The red-haired man raised his head in surprise, and looked at Returning to the old friend opposite him, "Have you been there again?"

"It's just a coincidence." Mihawk pulled the bottle out of the opponent's hand, pried off the cork and handed it back again.

Shanks accepted the thoughtfulness with a smile, and he took a quick gulp of his wine.The refreshing taste that he had not seen for many years lingered between his lips and teeth, and he immediately beamed with joy, "Is that why you thought of bringing a case of wine to see me? What a great gift!"

Mihawk was silent for a while, and finally replied truthfully, "It was originally brought to someone else, but it can no longer be sent."

"Eh?!" Shanks's flying eyebrows immediately fell down, and after a while, he smiled again, "Have you made a friend who is compatible with you? Congratulations, Hawkeye!"

Shanks' tone was light, Mihawk hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to explain a little, "... a temporary tenant."

The shocked and exaggerated expression of the red-haired pirate immediately froze on his face.

It took Mihawk a few seconds to figure out what Shanks' reaction meant, and he suddenly became embarrassed: "...What are you thinking? It's a kid who came to learn swordsmanship."

"Student?" Shanks was stunned, he looked at Mihawk for a long time in surprise, "You can also teach swordsmanship?"

"He's a very interesting kid." Mihawk raised the corners of his lips slightly thinking about Roronoa's situation, "I'm in the same boat as the little guy who took your straw hat."

"Huh?" This unexpected news aroused Shanks' great interest, "Luffy's partner? What kind of young man is he? Tell me?"

This is completely different from the meeting two years ago.Mihawk didn't expect the conversation between him and Shanks to start so easily, so he talked about a certain green algae-headed swordsman of the three-sword style in this way.

Shanks drank a bottle of cold spring wine quietly, and opened a new bottle on his own.He heard Mihawk talking about the encounter in the East China Sea two years ago, and suddenly he vaguely thought that in their past conversations, Hawkeye almost always let him say those interesting or boring things, and so serious It seems to be the first time for me to listen to the other person's experience.

Mihawk’s words were not lengthy. In those simple and clear descriptions, the image of a certain reckless but straightforward and firm swordsman gradually came to life in Shanks’s mind. There was no need to ask anything. Was it the kid who made the messed up meeting happen?

When Mihawk calmly talked about the scene of Roronoa bowing his head to him for advice after the big incident, the unfriendly words of the green algae-headed swordsman made the red-haired man secretly add a few words to the hand holding the wine bottle. Divide the effort.

"I still remember that you joked that I lost an arm for Luffy," Shanks smiled jokingly, "but now, do you think you have bet your life on the new era?"

"This has nothing to do with the times," Mihawk raised his eyebrows, narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and spoke calmly and calmly, "Since the day I became number one in the world, I was destined to be surpassed by those who came later, otherwise this It is my sorrow, and it is also the sorrow of all swordsmen in the world."

Shanks suddenly felt that a gully appeared between him and Hawkeye silently, and it gradually expanded and cracked, becoming a broad river of time.On the other side of the river is the self who is no longer young and confused, but who occasionally sighs tiredly; but when he raised his head and looked at Hawkeye through the rushing time, that person still stood upright in the same place, with firm and persistent eyes .

Mihawk is still the same Mihawk, only he hasn't changed at all.

Shanks put down the wine bottle suddenly, he sat up straight, and with almost exhaustion, he stretched out his only hand to Mihawk.He patted the leg of his old friend who was sitting half taller than himself, with a brisk smile, but his tone contained some kind of unquestionable domineering, "Although I said that, but... Mihawk, don't let me die too hard." easy!"

Mihawk looked at the other party's smiling eyes for a moment in surprise. Regarding this untimely and unreasonable tone and momentum that can only be possessed by the four emperors of the new world, the great swordsman finally showed a vague smile , "You too... Shanks."

"Why do you come and go like this?" Shanks sat forward while supporting Mihawk's leg, "Are you here to see me? If I didn't catch up, wouldn't I miss it?"

Mihawk was silent for a while, he didn't know how to describe his mood.If he had to seriously trace the source, it was a certain scene that Roronoa inadvertently recalled when he realized that Roronoah had left—it was an unusual practice in two years. Picking up a rusty sword on the ground to practice with the green algae head kid, soon, the young swordsman of the three-sword style was defeated without any surprise.

Da Jianhao threw away the broken saber, swept away the rust stained in his hands, lowered his head slightly, and looked expressionlessly at the panting tenant.The hot-blooded Roronoa's rude attitude still didn't improve, and Mihawk calmly looked at the pair of brows and eyes that were still firm despite the setback.

"I must surpass you, Hawkeye! I will definitely become the world's number one swordsman!" Sauron pressed his hand on the hilt of He Daoyi's sword.

Mihawk, who had noticed this detail many times, did not explore whether the big sharp knife had any special meaning to the child in front of him. He just responded calmly, "I remember, I have been waiting for you."

He turned around, no longer looked at the young man's expression, and suddenly his heart was filled with dull loneliness.

Why do you remember such a small daily event for no reason?

A sudden thought appeared in Jianhao's calm heart for a long time, and Mihawk suddenly realized that maybe the number one in the world is his last connection with the world?Roronoa or the world government, all those people who still have some contact with him, what they pursue or care about is just that title.

This does not require resentment or sadness, and it does not constitute a reason for Mihawk to be greedy for this prominent position - he was obsessed with pursuing the number one in the world back then in order to achieve a certain state in the way of swordsmanship; now while self-transcendence and exploration, Looking forward to more outstanding latecomers is also based on the same reason.

It was only many years ago that a certain red-haired pirate made Mihawk realize a fact that he had to admit and face—even though kendo has always supported most of the focus of his life, it will never It is the whole of life, and a person who only has a sword in his heart may not be able to reach the highest state.

Letting go does not mean obliterating and denying the existence of the past.If the people who were related to Mihawk are categorized, then the ghost girl and Roronoa are the temporary tenants of Jianhao's house, and the latter may become the successor who surpasses or even kills him; The World Government is a dispensable collaborator; the other Shichibukai are, for the time being, colleagues in name only.

And Shanks...

This name finally made Mihawk take a deep breath. After more than ten years of their acquaintance, Mihawk found that he still couldn't give the red-haired guy a precise location, old friend?opponent?confidant?Even... lover?It is not accurate enough to use any of them to describe Shanks, but for me, all the above words can barely point to the pirate named Shanks.

So when the reputation of being number one in the world is separated from the name of Joracle Mihawk, if there is still one person in this vast sea who will pay attention to the latter, then he can only be red-haired.

But this is just a one-sided idea that has nothing to do with the other party. Of course, Mihawk will not go to verify it. He lost his mind for a moment under Shanks' gaze, and finally just whispered, "It's just boring."

Then he unexpectedly saw the red-haired man with his back to the moonlight suddenly showing an extremely naughty and arrogant smile, he felt the hand on his leg move up slowly, and finally stopped on his bare belly, There is no longer any action.And the guy who didn't know what to do just raised his head and looked directly at him with a smile.

The peaceful full moon, the night sky and the sea suddenly seemed like the background of an incomparably grand dream—as if the time flowed back more than ten years ago in an instant, such expressions, such gestures... everything is related to a certain Mihawk The nights that could never be forgotten overlapped, but the hand that lightly pressed on his body was changed.

Mihawk slowly frowned, and he gently grabbed the right hand that he still couldn't ignore, but he couldn't say anything.

"Since it's so boring," Shanks teased lightly, "do something interesting?"

Mihawk lowered his eyes and leaned back silently.At this moment, his mind was so complicated, obviously he was no longer a young man, but after such a long separation, he found that he thought he had let go of the past, but he still couldn't simply reject Shanks like this.

"What are you hesitating for? Do you have a reaction?" The swordsman's abnormality obviously couldn't be hidden from the bold pirate who was just a few feet away. Shanks let the other party continue to hold his wrist. He took off Mihawk's hat, and approached the opponent's eyes from a close distance.

The moonlight fell into the tranquil gold, reflecting a kind of forbearable enthusiasm. Shanks lowered his head, and his right hand, which was still on Mihawk's body, ignored the other's restraint. He stretched out his fingers to touch the man's waist. The belt in the middle, "... Last time I was too drunk and let you go, and when I woke up, there was only one sentence in my head."

Mihawk didn't stop the clumsy hand trying to untie his belt, he raised his head and looked at him.

"You are still the same, but I am not as brave and reckless as I was when I was young..." Shanks smiled calmly, still lowered his head, focusing on the belt.Mihawk couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes covered by the drooping red hair, but he heard the red-haired pirate's understated whisper, "I still remember the few times we met, one year, two years, five years, seven Years...today is another two years."

Shanks raised his head suddenly, with gentle eyes and a relaxed smile, "Mihawk, how many years are there between us?"

Mihawk's breath stopped suddenly, and he froze on the spot. That simple question was like a sword light that hit him. He had no way to avoid it. He could only watch it plunge into his heart. Pain, just burst into endless depression in an instant, but it is more lonely and empty than the sum of years of boring time.

...this is Shanks, this guy only needs one word, only this guy...

Mihawk gritted his teeth and pulled Shanks onto him with a sudden force.Regarding this rude action, the red-haired man, who was so strong that he had almost no opponent, just smiled slightly, not minding being regarded as the weaker side.Shanks gently pressed the back of Mihawk's head with his only hand, and sat on Mihawk's body to kiss the tightly frowning brow.

Mihawk closed his eyes, supported Shanks' back with one hand, and pulled off the red waist tie with his other free hand.When pulling the hem of the shirt from the other party's waist, he suddenly thought that maybe he had a chance to really drift away from the red hair and forget about the world, but this person lost his left hand at that time. Arm, from now on this incompleteness can no longer be made up, whether it is in the other party's body or in his own heart.He tried to ignore it for so many years, but at this moment, he clearly realized that this vacancy has never disappeared.

Mihawk turned his head slightly, and through the shirt of ordinary fabric, silently used his lips to outline the long-formed outline of Shanks' missing left arm. He felt the other person's body stiffen, and then the The hand that had been falling behind his head gently rubbed his hair, as if to convey some kind of apologetic comfort.

At the moment of being entered, Shanks leaned back a little, slightly opened the distance between each other, and according to the old habit, looked directly at the pair of golden eyes that implied fierceness and restraint with a smile.He stretched out his hand and firmly clasped Mihawk's shoulder, this real touch, these beautiful eyes, such a warm breath...

He felt each other's movements, but he couldn't help but think in his mind that Mihawk is really a slow guy, and he couldn't even think of how to verify the other's feelings other than this way.

He also used what now seems childish enough to push Mihawk away. He has been cleverly avoiding the world-renowned duel that was often asked about, and never took the initiative to mention Hawkeye to people.He tried avoiding, forgetting, and pretending to be meaningless.

But now, after the annoying miss two years ago, Shanks has finally realized that such a simple truth-why struggle?What are they bound to?Compared with pretending to be chic and self-deceiving, why can't you be willful once?

Really stupid.He looked at everything, but only forgot the pirate spirit of pursuing freedom and happiness.

The red-haired pirate finally gave up thinking and remembering. He put on a self-deprecating smile, panted and leaned forward, turned the other party's sweaty face, and passionately kissed the tight lips.He felt Mihawk's beard rub against his nose, and the other person opened his mouth slightly, responding forbearance and tenderness.

What an unhappy guy, Shanks laughed out of rising joy, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

During the short journey back to the station, the big pirate and the big swordsman just drank a few glasses of wine in silence and did not communicate any more.When the small coffin boat finally stopped at the edge of the island, Shanks stood up and stepped ashore lightly.

"Come up and sit down?" The red-haired pirate tilted his head.

"No," Mihawk threw half a box of untouched cold spring wine at Shanks' feet, and turned the sails, "I should go home."

Shanks didn't take it seriously either, just smiled and said, "Come and play when you're bored in the future!"

To this affirmative invitation, Mihawk did not answer clearly.He sat on the boat, turned his back to Shanks who was waving, and set sail in the direction of the return journey.

The morning star has hung up the sky, and Mihawk raised his head, looking up at the slightly whitening quiet starry sky.The naval headquarters has moved to the new world, and the World Conference is about to be held, and Roronoa and his partners will continue to sail in this most dangerous sea area, right?

The excitement of the new world seems to be predictable.Da Jianhao crossed his arms and easily raised one foot.

Maybe it's not bad to come here often.

The End