【Eagle Red】Lifetime

In the early morning of the next day, Shanks rowed a boat to catch up with Mihawk again as promised-this is the navigator who suffered from the red-haired pirates.When the Reid was fully sailed, it was much faster than Mihawk's boat, but because of the captain's willful request, he had to control the speed carefully, for fear of accidentally overtaking the opponent's little guy.

"This kind of battle is almost like chasing a wife..." The navigator complained to his companions in private, and unexpectedly received widespread approval, and finally spread to the ears of the cadres somehow.

"Don't say that. When the captain invited us to board the ship, his attitude was no worse than this." Lackey gnawed at the meat and didn't care.

"But this time the chief didn't point to Hawkeye and say to the mate, 'Beckman, I want him up'." Jesus was a little more perceptive.

Beckman took a deep breath of the smoke ring, and finally sighed long: "Let's be happy with the captain, it's only such a short time left and right."

Everyone thought it was true, so they couldn't help but look at Mihawk's small coffin ship with a little more sympathy—as if they were looking at a mistress who was about to be abandoned by the captain in the near future.

Fortunately, Mihawk didn't have such sensitive ears to hear the conversation inside the red-haired pirates, otherwise the imaginable scene must be Shanks standing alone on the small wooden boat, and behind him are several people who were cut into pieces. The Reid, as well as the many red-haired pirates struggling in the sea while holding on to the planks.

At this time, Mihawk was looking coldly at the two jars of wine and many ingredients on the small wooden boat. This uninvited guest obviously planned to spend the day in his own place.

"I don't seem to have promised to treat you to dinner all the time." Mihawk said to Shanks who was still sitting cross-legged across from him.

"It's better to be one more person when cooking. I will provide the ingredients." Shanks clasped his hands together, "I am also a captain after all, so I won't have to eat your free food all the time."

"...Are you going to stay here all day?" Although Mihawk had basically seen the intention of the other party, he still had a faint expectation, hoping to get a negative answer from the red hair.

"Hey... Anyway, it's kind of friendly, are you going to kick me down?" Shanks looked at Mihawk, who was sitting on the seat with lowered eyebrows, and showed a big smile.

"I can't figure out what makes you favor this boat." Mihawk still maintained his cross-legged sitting posture, "Your Reid should be more comfortable."

"In this case, it would be great for you to come on my boat." Seeing this, Shanks immediately sent out an invitation.

"That's not my boat." Mihawk said a bit of a pun, with the potential to chase away passengers.

Shanks was silent for a while, then suddenly changed direction, turned his head to face the sea ahead, "There are a lot of big boats, and occasionally I want to simply float on the sea to see the scenery."

Mihawk didn't fight back in the end. It didn't matter where he looked, allowing the redhead to occupy half of his small deck.And today Shanks seems to be very honest, he really maintained his sitting posture with his back to Mihawk watching the sea for half a day, and of course he drank a lot during the period.

This state of silence between the two was not broken until noon when Mihawk started to stew soup with potatoes and bacon brought by Shanks.Shanks returned to his beaming look again, and Mihawk heaved a sigh of relief, he was still a bit unaccustomed to the red-haired being too quiet.Although the acquaintance time is not long, but for Mihawk himself, this is probably the first person he has been with for such a long time in a long period of time in the past.

"Did you know Hawkeye?" Shanks looked at Mihawk who was peeling potatoes with a knife, and recalled the funny things in his childhood with a smile, "Sprouted potatoes cannot be eaten whole."

Mihawk raised his head slightly, and raised his raised eyebrows by a point or two, "Is that common sense?"

"Huh? Is that so..." Shanks smiled while pressing the straw hat on his head, "At that time I was a pirate apprentice, our ship arrived at an island that was rumored to have treasure, and I and a partner Went on a pretend adventure together, got lost and missed dinner."

"It was dark when we got back to the boat..." Shanks raised his head, looking at Rigwhite's cloudy white sky without the sun, "The chef always prevents us little devils from stealing food, and we can't find cooked food , I had no choice but to steal some leftover ingredients and make it myself.”

"I thought you couldn't cook." Mihawk glanced at Shanks.

"If you don't know how to cook, you will starve to death. I just can't cook well." Shanks generously admitted his weakness. Potato soup here. And here I sit across the fire, watching my friend peel potatoes like you—and his weapon, too, is a knife."

"My weapon is not this thing." Mihawk raised the small cross knife to correct, motioning for Shanks to continue.

"The next day we were both half dead and rescued by the ship's doctor, only to find out that what we picked up were sprouted potatoes thrown away by Mr. Chef. Later, this incident alarmed the captain. He made a special rule that the chef should feed the taller potatoes every night. The lads stayed for supper," Shanks finally spread his hands and smiled, "So that guy and I have changed from being buddies who shared weal and woe to sworn enemies grabbing food."

"...It's also an interesting memory." Mihawk began to cut potatoes on the chopping board. For some reason, he was silent for a while before commenting.

But Shanks thought of his red-nosed partner back then. He stretched out his hand again to support the straw hat on his head, and said to himself, "I don't know what's going on with that guy now."

"What about you, Hawkeye?" Shanks looked at Mihawk who was proficiently throwing potatoes into the pot, and suddenly became interested in exploring, "Did you have any interesting things when you were a child?"

Mihawk was silent again for a while, and finally said: "No."

Shanks was naturally very dissatisfied with this answer. At this time, he was very sure that Hawkeye was not so repulsive, and he would not mind talking about private matters, so he refused to let go, "After listening to my scandal, I don't want to It's too cunning to exchange something!"

Mihawk closed the lid of the pot, adjusted the size of the fire, and finally sat up straight when he was free. He stared at the red hair who was looking at him with interest, and finally whispered calmly, "I have never had any partners. With my friend, I started to learn swordsmanship from my husband when I was six or seven years old. Not long after, my parents passed away, and then my husband also passed away. After that, I couldn’t buy a sword that could withstand my repeated blows and kept falling off, and I couldn’t find it. An evenly matched opponent has to go to sea to find it."

Shanks began to regret his recklessness.

"...If you have to say something interesting," Mihawk crossed his hands and turned his head to look at the sea, "my husband likes to laugh like you, and he has been a culinary idiot for half his life. If I was unfortunate enough to be here I have also learned from him, I am afraid that we will starve to death together before we grow up."

Shanks had no choice but to look down at the soup cooking on the stove, and smiled a little bewildered.

Not everyone is as unafraid of those eyes as you are.Mihawk didn't say that.He didn't intend to tell anyone about his past, although those past events didn't make him feel resentful or angry in the end, but they were not good memories after all.

Mihawk was so confused when he was a child. He obviously tried his best to learn etiquette, kendo, riding and all the knowledge worthy of praise. He tried to be well-behaved and sensible, but he still could only stand there quietly, polite Let others peek at him in disgust, and whispers from those guys: "The pupil of the devil."

Xiaomi Hawk also looked at his own eyes in the mirror and was lost in thought. He has never been able to understand why there is so much hostility and isolation aimed at these golden eyes.

"Eyes are just eyes, there is nothing special except for seeing things, golden yellow can't replace gold or the sun, it is just a pair of ordinary eyes, beautiful or evil, those evaluations given to it by others are all assumptions."—— This is the teaching given by his father who gently touched the top of his head after he discovered his confusion.Millet Hawk raised his head and saw his mother smiling gently beside him.

"Don't be resentful." The young Mihawk remembered the simplest words of his father.

Later, according to his will and request, his father took him to visit the gentleman who taught swordsmanship. Mihawk can still remember the scene when he saw the sloppy gentleman for the first time-the man walked forward unsteadily, looking shabby His clothes were in stark contrast to the gorgeous and elegant clothes of Joe Raker and his son, but he didn't feel uncomfortable ruffling the child's hair with his rough hands.

The little Mihawk raised his head and saw that his future husband was leaning down and looking directly at him, with a smile on his face: "What a pair of beautiful eyes, as if they can see everything clearly."

"... See everything clearly?" The child who was completely puzzled repeated blankly.

"Yeah... If you have the day when you see everything clearly, maybe you can become the world's number one swordsman." The gentleman withdrew his hand and grabbed his already messy hair, then stood up straight and faced his father , "Mr. Joe Raker, if you are willing to hand over your only son, then I have no choice but to move this old bone."

Mihawk couldn't remember what his father answered. All his thoughts were on the phrase "the world's number one swordsman". At that moment, he had a hallucination. When there was no way to go, and everyone was avoiding him in a distant place, there was a person walking from behind him, and a tall figure was cast in the small field of vision in front of him. He didn't look back, but he knew that person Zheng smiled and pushed open a door in front of him.So light and warmth came over, making him want to go forward with great yearning and joy.

"The world's number one... great swordsman, I want it." Xiaomi Hawk raised his head and secretly grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, but the two adults were both stunned and burst out laughing at the same time.

"Then you have to work hard on your own. Your mother and I can't buy this." The father bent down and gave the younger son a nudge on the back, and Mihawk couldn't help but took two steps straight, bumping into another on a man's lap, "Or ask your gentleman, Mihawk."

So the innocent child raised his head, his golden eyes were full of eager anticipation.

"Oh, this is too embarrassing, and I don't have one." The gentleman suddenly frowned, and lowered his head, "But maybe I can help you find the direction to find it, please give me more advice in the future... Qiao La can El Mihawk!"

That was the beginning of everything. Four years later, Mihawk’s parents died in a shipwreck. The hurricane made the entire cruise ship disappear without a trace. The rescue ships tried their best to find a little bit of the wreckage of the cruise ship in the vast sea. , and the bones of the deceased can only be buried in the bottom of the sea.

Mihawk, who did not accompany his parents to go to sea because he did not want to interrupt his practice, but temporarily stayed at his teacher's house, survived.But for the first time he knew the power of the sea.On the afternoon when he got the news, he held his hat and stood solemnly beside the waves that came and went. People who knew him well in his hometown were still not friendly to this child who lost his loved one overnight. The voice became louder and louder, as if to blame the unfortunate thing on those golden and awe-inspiring eyes.

From that night on, Mihawk began to burn the lamp to study and teach himself navigation in addition to his daily kendo practice—the sea that took away his parents, he did not want to lose to it.Don't be resentful, he remembered this sentence, which is now his father's last words.He thought he would try to do it, but he didn't allow that thing to take away anything from him, but the ten-year-old boy swore in his heart.

Nine years later, Mihawk took care of the sick and frail gentleman all the way to Luoge Town. The swordsman who had grown into a serious and handsome young man didn't understand why the always open-minded and optimistic gentleman insisted on dragging his sick body and wading through mountains and rivers to watch A human death sentence.So what if that guy is the One Piece?He is going to die soon.

"I can't teach you anything anymore, but that guy you call dying will definitely give you some inspiration, Mihawk." Mr. said with a smile, even though Mihawk was already sitting on the edge of his couch and bowed his head , but the hand that was able to hold the sword tightly no longer had the strength to lift it up to touch the top of the student's head.

On that stormy day, he used those golden eyes to witness everything instead of his husband. On the way back to the hotel, he once passed by a red-haired boy who was wearing a straw hat tightly and crying, but each had his own feelings. Neither of the two people in their minds noticed this brief moment.

When Mihawk calmly recounted everything he had seen and heard in front of the execution platform in the tone of a bystander, as the words were spoken word by word, he saw that the eyes of the husband seemed to be ignited by something.

"It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes," the old man on the sickbed gasped and laughed, "It really is that guy... Mihawk, do you understand?"

The young swordsman thought carefully for a long time, and finally didn't know how to answer.

But his teacher suddenly struggled to sit up, stretched out his hands and supported his student's shoulders with great strength, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now... Remember it, Mihawk!"

That was the last time Mihawk met his teacher's eyes, and he nodded solemnly, watching the burning flames in Mr.'s eyes finally go out.On the same day that One Piece died, the young swordsman sent away the last relative in his life with his golden eyes, and buried him in the sea according to the teacher's will.

Five years later, when Mihawk stared silently at the ninth sword that was broken by his own slash, the so-called second only to the good sword, and was at a loss, he sat alone in the mountain where he practiced swords, thinking carefully Follow everything the teacher has taught.

When the sun was setting that day, Mihawk picked up the broken knife and put it on his back again. He finally understood the meaning of the teacher's dying words.Many years ago, he took away his parents and took back his husband's sea. He thought he would eventually go there... This is the call of the times, and it is also the direction that the teacher finally pointed out to him.Go there, or become number one in the world, or die.

The last of his parents' inheritance, Mihawk used it to order the coffin-like boat and related facilities needed for sailing.The past has been too long, and he who lives alone can no longer even recall the faces of his warm parents in memory, and those malicious comments about his eyes really no longer have any meaning—even if the so-called The curse of the Devil's Eye is real, and the only person it can stab is yourself.If you have already made up your mind to die for your goal, then even if you bear ten or hundreds of curses, what is it?

Mihawk didn't hesitate as he stepped into the boat and set off.People often say that they are nostalgic for their homeland, but in the final analysis, they are just nostalgic for those who cannot let go.For Mihawk, the only thing that is closely related to the world is the black boat in front of his parents who passed away too early, and his swordsmanship has inherited everything from his husband.This boat is his home, Mihawk raised the sail of the boat for the first time, and he thought with great ease in his heart.

In fact, the life history of the great swordsman is nothing more than that simple, but until he achieves his ultimate goal, no matter how much darkness tried to blind and confuse those golden eyes, Mihawk never for a moment forgot that he was the first one from Mr. The sunlight seen through the opened door.Some things in youth are not traumatic, but they inevitably determine the trajectory of a person's life.