【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Shanks' good wishes were shattered before lunch, when the pirate on the observation deck shouted "there is an island at ten o'clock", the little-known captain of the red-haired pirates shrugged dejectedly.

"My condolences will change." Beckman suppressed a smile, and borrowed Mihawk's famous saying to add fuel to the fire of the boss.

"I swear I never want to hear this sentence again in my life!" Shanks cried.

"Sorrow and change." This time, the voice of the instigator sounded calmly behind him.

Shanks looked back at the expressionless Mihawk, he was sure this guy must have done it on purpose!However, he didn't expect Mihawk to turn around and walk towards the kitchen.

"Hawkeye, what are you doing?"

Mihawk tilted his head, "If you lost because you were hungry, then I won't be able to win."

Shanks froze for a moment. He regretted that the obstructive and fancy collar covered half of Hawkeye's face again. With those golden eyes alone, it was impossible to tell whether the other party was snickering.Finally he grinned, this guy must be doing it on purpose, he thought again.

Under the watchful eyes of the crew of the Reid, the red-haired and Hawkeye, who were full of food and drink, landed on the first unnamed island they encountered, and quickly confirmed that this was not a good place for a duel.

The island is very flat, about a hundred paces long and fifty paces wide, and rises a little above the sea.The overly soft ground caused Shanks' sandals to sag slightly, and the mud slightly covered his feet.Mihawk in boots is slightly better.

"To fight or not to fight?" Mihawk looked down at Shanks' feet, "You can change your shoes."

Shanks looked at the soil under his feet and was silent for a moment, "Is this a volcanic island? It looks like it will be washed away by the sea in maybe another month."

"I agree." Mihawk made the same judgment.

"This is also a kind of fate, maybe it is the island that God left us to compete." Shanks stomped his feet, stepped on the ground that could still stand, and slowly drew out his sword: "There is no need to change shoes. These shoes have accompanied me on many roads, in many battles, and in many more dangerous environments than here."

Mihawk solemnly drew out the knife from his waist: "Then I can only hope that this battle will become the most dangerous in your life, regardless of the outcome."

"...That's really not pleasant to hear."

At the next moment, they swung their swords forward at the same time, and the sound of metal colliding exploded piercingly.

Jesus Bu on the Reid put down the binoculars he had snatched from the lookout instead.

"What's going on over there?" Lackey leaned forward and asked.

"It's dusty, even with this guy, you can't see clearly." Jesus Bo shook the device in his hand.

"There's no need to watch," Beckman also leaned over, "Shouting and cheering won't change the result."

"Always pretend to care." Lackey grinned.

"Hawkeye seems to have figured out your eating habits. I found that there are still a lot of barbecues in the kitchen." Beckman pointed behind him.

"...Boss, it doesn't matter if you lose! If you are hacked to death, we will hold a sea burial for you!" Lagi ran to the kitchen in a hurry, and his movement speed was not affected by his fat body at all.

"...I have nothing to say." Jesus Bu looked at Beckman, then at the afterimage left by the fast-running Lackey, and finally shook his head and commented.

The attitude of the cadres is also the epitome of the crew.At first, everyone gathered around the bulwark to watch the dusty island, and the binoculars could still observe the staggered figures of the two people in the gap where the dust fell. After a moment of adjustment and confrontation, they jumped again at the same time. And up.

This kind of scene is still thrilling once or twice, but after ten or eight times, it will be a little tasteless.An hour or two later, the crew on the Reid simply gambled on the deck who was the final winner.Jesus Bu, who sits in the bank, carefully counted everyone's betting situation, and finally counted a tie of [-] to [-].

Hawkeye's cooking is very popular... The leader of the red-haired pirates who gathers people to gamble thinks without any surprise.

The temperature at sea began to cool down, and the weather became more gloomy. Beckman dismissed the crew members who were drinking and dancing on the deck, and grabbed a few of them who helped untie the Hawkeye's boat, making it descend to the sea surface smoothly.

"What does this mean?" The helping pirate was puzzled.

"Don't worry too much," Beckman said, smoking a cigarette. "The ship's doctor said that the cook is fine, and there will be dinner tonight."

"I'm not asking this..."

"It's very simple," Beckman looked up at the dust that was still flying on the island, "this is a duel. If Hawkeye wins, we will let him go regardless of whether the captain lives or dies. If he dies... this coffin will be his destination It’s not bad, I guess he would like it personally.”

The pirate who had just placed a bet on Hawkeye suddenly remembered that this was a life-and-death duel, and suddenly felt a chill down his back, "Boss will be fine..."

"Who knows," Beckman turned around and left, "But after fighting for a long time, the outcome should be decided."

At this moment, the sound of gold and iron on the island stopped abruptly again. As the dust and smoke gradually dissipated, what appeared in the eyes of the pirates was two people who looked like a still picture—the captain's western sword clinging to each other. Hawkeye's heart, and Hawkeye's knife just hit the captain's throat.

The pirates swallowed nervously, perhaps because they always felt that the time passed extremely slowly when they were nervous, and no one fell down first for a long time.

Jesus grabbed the binoculars tightly, "Damn it! You can't see who is bleeding in this kind of dust."

After a moment of confrontation, Shanks and Mihawk withdrew their swords at the same time.

"You have no intention of killing." Mihawk concluded.

"Aren't you the same?" Shanks withdrew his sword, showed a big smile, and sat down on the ground suddenly, "It's been a long time since I played so much. Thank you, Hawkeye."

"It's the same for me, no need to thank you." Mihawk couldn't hold on anymore, and sat opposite Shanks.

The two faced each other while panting heavily, and both found it difficult to lift their fingers.

Shanks watched Mihawk stretch his brows and eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly turned up in a very small arc—it was a dazzling smile, even though his face was dusty and embarrassed at the moment, it still did not detract from the sharpness of this smile , just like Shanks saw his eyes for the first time.

"For the first time... a tie with a human." Mihawk said.

Shanks walked away for a while, and finally shook his head and smiled, "I didn't notice it last time, if it wasn't for the sword, maybe you won. But I'm still very honored."

"No, I might lose if I change another one." Mihawk raised the sword in his hand with some difficulty, his serene eyes brushed over the fine and irregular cracks on the black sword, "Don't underestimate this 'Li Qian' , even with such wear and tear, it is still one of the sturdiest black knives in the world - it has been scarred and stuck with me through many battles."

It was the first time for Shanks to hear such a deep and slightly sad tone from this person. This was a good opportunity for revenge. He really wanted to say "Condolences and change", but in the end he just followed the other person's words and sighed, "It's a A good partner, right? Although I haven’t studied Toyo knives.”

"One of the 21 big swords... I was lucky enough to get it a year and a half ago," Mihawk gently stroked a small gap on the knife that was just cut by Shanks' Western sword during the battle, " But it’s almost time to say goodbye.”

"Has it been damaged when you got it?" Shanks understood clearly, "If there is no first gap, such a solid thing should not be easily cracked. But you don't look like you let it be damaged Hurt people."

"The Big Kuai Dao is already a famous sword that is hard to come by, rare and hard to come by." Mihawk took Li Qian back to his waist, "Forcing the injured sword to continue working for me, it was originally my fault."

"Although you don't look like a pirate very much," Shanks smiled reassuringly, "but you are really a good swordsman! I like guys who are persistent."

Mihawk lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally said: "Instead of affirming your strong swordsmanship, I think it's better to praise you as an out-and-out pirate leader."

"Your eyes can see through everything!" Shanks smiled happily, "This is indeed my favorite compliment."

With the gentle sea breeze blowing, the two of them gradually got their breathing evenly balanced.

After a long time, Shanks rarely hesitated to ask: "I'm still very curious about the reason why people like you... go to sea? Maybe this question is a bit impolite."

"I want to find a knife that suits my hand." Mihawk didn't seem to mind such a personal question, "...if I have to pursue more, in a stormy weather a few years ago... I was Rogue Town."

Shanks raised his head suddenly, and gently held the straw hat in front of his chest, but Mihawk, who was immersed in memories, did not notice the subtle changes in the other party's expression.

"I saw the execution and heard the words of One Piece with my own ears..." Mihawk was silent for a moment, "Although I didn't understand its meaning at that time, and I was not interested in fame or wealth. But wait for me When I grow up a bit, I no longer know how to improve my sword skills, but I think of it again."

"I just realized that those words created an era..." For the first time, Shanks saw some kind of longing and firm will in Mihawk's sharp and calm eyes, and he continued to listen silently to the other's rare words. Long talk, "It brings together the strong men in this world on this vast sea. Only when I find these strong men can I gradually improve in the battle of life and death, and then I can know where my sword is. Insufficient. I will go to sea sooner or later... If I want to become the world's number one swordsman!"

Shanks has been staring at Mihawk's eyes, even though he understands that such behavior may be a little disrespectful, but in front of the elegant eagle eyes, the word polite has been discarded by him countless times.When he heard the last words whispered by the other party, he still looked directly at those golden eyes that were burning like flames, knowing in his heart that Hawkeye was serious.

He curled his lips with regret, "It's a pity that I didn't bring two barrels of wine. At this time, we should toast to the brave man at sea!"

"...This kind of thing will be avoided." Mihawk was a little dumbfounded.

"Actually, I'm not that interested in OnePiece." Shanks slowly put the straw hat on his head, looking softly at the sea, "Compared with the treasure left by Captain Roger, I hope to have the opportunity to see it." all over the seas of the world."

"...This goal is really ambitious, and it may not be possible to achieve it in my lifetime." Mihawk said, "But it is very romantic."

"Who knows," Shanks simply lay down in the mud, "there are seven routes in the first half of the great route, and this is the fifth route I have traveled. After leaving Rigwhite, you will see the Chambord Islands again, Then we will start there again, returning to the Twin Straits from the magic triangle sea area. I want to wait until the seven routes are completed before going to the new world."

He said it very easily, but Mihawk can fully understand what such a route means.

"Your Reid is a happy and good ship," Mihawk finally said. "It looks so new. I didn't expect it to have gone through so many difficult sea routes."

Probably after the hearty battle, it means that the time to part is approaching, Shanks and Mihawk unconsciously said some truth.Shanks sat up and brushed the dust off his cloak: "Red will be very happy to hear that...so sit on it again, Hawkeye."

"Your ship's doctor said that your chef is fine." Mihawk's first reaction was still at dinner.

"...not referring to this, don't you think it would be better for us to take a hot shower and then set off when we are covered in dust like this?" Shanks felt a little guilty that he seemed to have been asking Mihawk all day. The act of eating.

Mihawk subconsciously showed a relaxed smile for the second time.

"Then interrupt again." He stood up and walked towards the Reid first.

"Hurry up and boil some water," Shanks told his brother beside him when he boarded the Reid, "and it's time to prepare dinner."

"Mr. Beckman gave instructions half an hour ago." He heard a satisfactory answer again.

"Then Hawkeye, go take a shower first." The red-haired captain showed a big smile, "I think you will dislike such an imageless appearance."

"There was a time when I was even less impressive before." Mihawk, who was already standing on the deck, nodded lightly, "Thank you very much."

When Mihawk walked into the bathroom under the leadership of Beckman, the dedicated ship doctor of the Reid had already pulled the captain who was covered in dirt to check his body.This was a relatively peaceful competition. Although Shanks was not seriously injured, there were still a few places where Mihawk's sharp sword energy cut him.

Shanks stopped the ship doctor from blaming the Reid guest who was taking a bath: "How can the battle not hurt... Besides, that guy probably won't be in better condition than me."

He continued to refuse the bandage amid the protest of the ship doctor, and strode towards Jesus cloth who was returning the gambling money with a frustrated expression, "I knew you were doing this again!"

"Laki also said that he would give you a good sea burial!" Jesus Bu stopped being kind at the critical moment, and hurriedly dragged his old friend into the water.

Shanks laughed loudly, "That's a good point... Where are you, Lagi? Do you want to be buried at sea?!"

Lackey Lu, who was hiding in the food compartment at the bottom of the boat and eating meat, suddenly sneezed.