【Eagle Red】Lifetime

At this time, it has been two years since he went to sea, he has learned a lot, and he has been on the verge of life and death several times. Mihawk, who has long been accustomed to drifting at home, is passing a bowl of freshly cooked potato soup to the red-haired sea opposite him. The thief—that person probably didn't know it, he was honored to be the first guest in his house other than the mail bird delivering newspapers, and it was the third time he had broken in without permission.

But even though this is an uninvited guest, Mihawk still understands the friendship of a landlord.At this moment, he looked at Shanks who was depressed because he felt that he had made a slip of the tongue. Although he really wanted to comfort the other party, he didn't know how to express it.Those emotions and perceptions are too troublesome to explain, and if you want to emphasize that you don't care about the past, it will give people the illusion that you haven't let go.

Mihawk stared at the uncomfortable Shanks for a long time, and finally made up his mind when the other party started to fidget.

Shanks saw Mihawk pour a full glass of rum, he hesitated for a moment, and finally drank it down.Then the guy who was not good at drinking imitated his previous appearance, turned the goblet upside down to indicate that there was not a drop of wine left, raised his head and stared at himself with those still sharp eyes, and said, "Don't underestimate me, redhead .”

Shanks instantly understood what Mihawk meant, and finally opened the corner of his mouth again and let out a sigh of relief: "Well done! But... the goblet is still a bit nondescript, and it doesn't hold enough."

"...Is that so?" The rum was very strong, and it was the first time that Mihawk drank it so suddenly, he couldn't help but make Mihawk feel a little uncomfortable. He tried to blink a few times until the sea scenery in his eyes was gone. Faintly, "Then use the wine glasses on your boat next time."

Mihawk, who was starting to lose his mind, casually said something that he regretted for a while.However, at that time, he looked at the red-haired big smiling face, but he didn't realize what he said that made the other party so happy.

After trying hard to drink a bowl of soup with Shanks, Mihawk realized that he probably really drank a little too much—a glass of wine would not make people intoxicated, but drinking it in one breath would make him feel drunk again. Forget it.

Mihawk gently put down the empty bowl in his hand, and said to Shanks who was filling up the soup, "I think I... probably need to take a nap, so I'll trouble you to observe the sea conditions."

"Huh?" Shanks was taken aback, and looked up to notice the suspicious blush on the other party's fair face, "...Are you drunk so quickly?!"

"Probably... a bit." Mihawk pulled his hat down, "I'm so sorry."

Shanks sat at a lower place and looked up at the other party's reaction for a while. It turned out that Mihawk's drunkenness was nothing to behold, and things like drunken gaffes really had nothing to do with this person.Hawkeye just closed his eyes safely after speaking, as if he was really planning to fall asleep like this.

"It's really cunning..." Shanks continued to pick up the bowl, drinking the soup and complaining, "After drinking, it's obviously time to tell the truth, how boring it is to fall asleep like this."

However, the red-haired man suddenly remembered the simple words of the fellow on the same boat not long ago about his life experience, and finally said to himself angrily: "...Forget it."

That afternoon Mihawk woke up in the still cloudy sky. The first thing he felt wrong was a straw hat reflected in his eyes. Mihawk, who was not yet sober, subconsciously drew his sword, but with this action But a black cloak slipped off him.

Mihawk was stunned for a second before realizing that there was still a guest on his boat.He looked at Shanks with his back turned to him. Obviously this guy covered himself with a cloak. At this time, the redhead was wearing that simple white shirt, looking at the sea quietly, as if in a daze, the straw hat It was carried on his back, and the red hair swayed slightly with the gentle wind.

Mihawk picked up the black cloak that had slipped onto his legs, and when he was about to hand it to Shanks, he frowned and froze. He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and took something out of the cabin.

Shanks was alarmed by the small noise behind him, he was a little annoyed that his vigilance had dropped so much, it was because he drank too much wine at noon, when he turned around, he was startled by what Mihawk was doing Jump.

On the night when Mihawk came to the Reid, Beckman once called Shanks aside to popularize the distinguished experience of the guests invited by the captain, such as taking the destruction of naval ships as an oath to become a pirate, and destroying the ship alone. Several pirate groups that are not too big and not too small have brought a lot of trouble to the Navy within a few months of becoming famous. The bounty has soared to [-] million and has continued to rise so far.

And at this moment, the legendary new star of the pirate, Hawkeye Jorakol Mihawk, who caught Shanks' eyes at this moment, was sewing a black cloak with needles and threads.Even though Shanks already knew that this guy was good at cooking and fighting, he was a comprehensive talent who was both tough and homely, but mending clothes was still too shocking after all.

"Eagle...Hawkeye?"

Mihawk just cut the last line neatly with a cross knife, and handed the black cloak to Shanks: "What's the matter?"

"...I didn't expect you to do this." Shanks said with difficulty.

"There will always be damage if you want to fight, right?" Mihawk raised the needle in his hand and raised his eyebrows helplessly. "Occasionally, the clothes that can be changed are broken, and it will take a while for the re-ordered ones to arrive by mail."

"Made to order? Just buy two if you can't wear it anymore?" Shanks didn't quite understand the necessary life skills in Mihawk's eyes.

Mihawk took a deep look at the redhead's very common clothes and collocations, and finally politely didn't comment on the bad taste.While putting away his needle and thread, he changed his angle and said, "In short, I broke it during the battle, so it's okay to mend it casually."

Shanks took the cloak and put it on, and suddenly showed a big smile: "Thank you so much, this is probably the first time I have been mended... I will cherish it."

Mihawk probably would not have imagined that when he decides to settle in a certain castle again many years later, he would order a few sets of shirts and capes on a whim, and wait for the finished product with comfortable material but simple style to be mailed to the master. When he held it in his hand, the man who was already the number one swordsman in the world just quietly looked at the lace that was added on the collar of the shirt according to his own requirements. He thought that the shirt should at least be like this to be considered a bit of taste.But Mihawk found that he could no longer imagine what the red-haired guy would look like in a collared shirt.As if in memory, that person should be so casual and tasteless.

The world's number one swordsman raised his eyebrows, pulled up his newly arrived cloak and put it on, and was about to go out to teach those dishonest baboons outside his new residence—you must take an oath of territory when dealing with animals, otherwise these Indigenous people will remain ignorant of good and evil.

Mihawk wasn't worried that his new clothes would get dusty, let alone damaged—the Great Swordsman at that time was already very unfamiliar with needlework, and he didn't even meet a few clothes worth pulling out. The opponent with the black knife behind his back, let alone the moment of fierce fighting to the point of disregarding his image.

Mihawk also would not have imagined that in the corner of the captain's cabin of the Reid far away in the sky, there had been a box quietly placed there. What.Just as Mihawk put on a new shirt and cape and went out, the drunk red-haired captain was instructing the pirate trainee who helped him clean the house to pry open the mysterious box.

"If it's a treasure, I'll give it to you, but this guy doesn't seem to be heavy." Shanks scratched his hair and said gently.

Under the gaze of many pairs of curious and excited eyes, the slowly opened box contained only an old black cloak that was neatly folded and poorly made. It looked no different from the one worn by the captain. There is nothing special about it.

The red-haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, grabbed the old clothes with his only hand and looked at them. After a moment of silence, he finally said softly to the interns, "I'm so sorry, I seem to remember who I promised You have to cherish this cloak...so I can't give it to you!"

"I'm not interested in old clothes, boss! Even if you give it to me, I won't take it!" The pirate trainee obviously inherited the good tradition of the red-haired pirates.

"Huh? That's a pity..." Shanks seemed relieved, and hurriedly stuffed the old cloak back into the box, and changed a new lock. Well, I don’t have to worry about drinking money for the rest of my life.”

"Huh?" All the pirates, including the vice-captain Beckman, wondered together.

Shanks put the box back to its original place as if he was firm in his determination, pressed a few more boxes on it in one breath, and then said to himself with a sad face, "What should I do? Although I can't, I really want to announce the origin and then sold it..."

"What's going on here? Why do I have no impression at all?" Beckman asked.

Subtle emotions were brewing in Shanks' expression. After a long time, he finally raised his head drunkenly and said with a half-truth and half-fake smile, "It's some kind of beautiful commemoration. Although it must be very valuable, if Sold it... I don't even have a single thing to remember."

"I have accumulated so much dust, it doesn't seem like I would take it out and look at my memories." The intern who heard that he had missed the great treasure was not happy to expose the contradiction between the captain's words and actions.

"It also makes sense." Shanks was silent for a while, and finally agreed with a smile, "But let's put it away...on the day I don't want to exchange it for wine money, maybe I can take it out and take a good look at it. gone."

After Mihawk helped Shanks mend the cloak, he consciously began to arrange dinner for the two of them-inertia is a terrible thing, especially for Mihawk, it is not difficult to form a new habit, but It takes a long time to get rid of it.

"I saw you brought lentils, how about fried rice tonight?"

"Fried rice is very good! There are too many people on Master Red, so I eat more stews, and I'm ashamed to use the privilege to ask the chef to cook a small stove alone." Shanks looked very satisfied.

"Aren't you the captain?" Mihawk didn't have much idea of ​​how to get along on the pirate ship. "The captain wants to eat something else, it shouldn't be difficult to do it?"

"Yeah, it's really not difficult." Shanks spread his hands happily without further explanation, "That's why I can sit here and be lazy."

Mihawk started to soak the beans in clear water. He just woke up in good spirits, so he said casually, "I didn't expect you to sit here quietly all day."

"I didn't expect it...wouldn't it be boring to just float on the water alone? How can I bear it?" Shanks offered to help Mihawk with the rice washing work, and at the same time replied with a smile: "But personally After experiencing it, I feel that it’s not bad to be quiet like this once in a while. But if it keeps going like this, I’m afraid I’m going to go crazy.”

"People are different, and there is no need to understand each other." Mihawk replied frankly, "I think your boat is so noisy that people can't stay well."

Some things seem to become logical after setting a precedent—for example, when Mihawk prepared dinner this evening, before picking up his chopsticks, he naturally held up his wine glass and bumped it lightly against Shanks' hip flask , he suddenly realized that it was neither necessary nor obligatory for him to drink with the red hair.

But it doesn't matter, Mihawk himself doesn't hate alcohol, but he hates drinking like a redhead. At this time, he raised his glass and took a sip, and he still had extra energy to think: Redhead should be drunk, Then he would be back in his own boat.

Based on this guiding ideology, Mihawk decided to drink with Shanks for a while, but he forgot that not everyone tastes as good as himself.

Strictly speaking, Shanks' wine is not bad. No matter how much he drinks, he never delays in his business. It's just that when the wine is in full swing, he likes to use a little more body language.

But therein lies the problem - the boat he's in is too small.When Mihawk watched the captain of the Reid standing up and clapping his hands, inviting himself to dance together, he felt a little cramp in his face, "Red hair, this is not a place for dancing."

"What does it matter?" Shanks took half a step back—probably because his fighting instinct as a swordsman is still there. If he stepped back a little further, he must have fallen into the sea at this moment, but Mi Hawke hoped that the current red-haired Bubble Seawater would wake up.

"As a pirate, all you want is to be happy! When you're happy, of course you have to dance!" Shanks bowed and stretched out his hand in front of Mihawk, smiling silly, "Come on!"

Mihawk sat upright and raised his head, looking at the drunk pirate with speechless eyes, several words came out of his mind at the same time that could be used to evaluate the behavior of the red hair, but Mihawk Ke finally gave up all the words of reminder or ridicule, he raised his eyebrows with his hands in his sleeves, "You can skip and see first."

"The captain seems to have stood up...pass me the binoculars." While Mihawk was talking to Shanks, Jesus was thinking about the captain's abnormal behavior in the past two days—everyone knew about the Reid. Although the boss is not very lively and active, he should not be a quiet person who likes to sit in such a small space for a day.

"Hey? He's reaching out to Hawkeye? What are you going to do?!" Jesus Bu broadcasted the text.

"Ah! After shaking his head twice..." The sniper of the Reid put down the binoculars, and turned to the fat man beside him with a subtle expression, "I fell into the water."

Mihawk sat motionless on the swaying boat, watching Shanks fall into the water calmly, that guy didn't seem to understand the situation, he froze for a moment, then his whole head sank, Suddenly several bubbles popped up on the surface of the sea.

Shanks managed to step on the water to float up, but Mihawk's small coffin boat just came towards the wind and hit him directly. Tragedy of injury.

Shanks reflexively supported Mihawk's boat, and the boat suddenly tilted forward.At the moment, the owner of the boat is looking at the embarrassment of the guest who knows no good and asks for trouble while holding on to the edge of the boat, panting for breath.

Shanks, who was wet all over, climbed back to Mihawk's boat with a dejected expression on his face, first took off the straw hat on his back and put it aside gently, rubbed his chest and complained: "You knew I would fall, Eagle Eye?!"

"...Anyone with eyes knows, if you really want to dance here."

Shanks sneezed: "You are so used to staying in such a small boat...I have to go back to Red to change clothes."

Mihawk waved his hand to say goodbye, and watched the soaked captain of the red-haired pirates leave in the wooden boat, and suddenly felt that he was in an unprecedentedly good mood these days.When he turned his gaze to his own deck, he saw the straw hat that Shanks didn't take.

...Does he still want to come back?Mihawk suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

"Eh? Boss and Hawkeye's conversation broke down? He came back by rowing." Jesus Bu just witnessed the scene of Shanks leaving from a distance, "Speaking of which, I really didn't see Hawkeye draw a sword. The one who forced the boss into the water?"

Beckman began to ask the interns on the ship to quickly bring a set of clean clothes and towels for the captain.

"...Hawkeye turned the bow and caught up!" Jesus Bu put down the thing in his hand and turned to look at Beckman, "Do we need to prepare for shelling?"

The deputy captain of the Reid didn't ask for binoculars to judge the situation on the two small boats, "Jesus Bu, although I can understand your desire to find more opportunities to test fire the new cannon, but don't deceive yourself because of this." eyes."

Mihawk obviously didn't know that he almost became the target of the eager Reid sniper. At this time, he was holding the sail and handing the straw hat to Shanks on the boat with the scabbard.

"I actually forgot this, it looks like I drank too much!" Shanks didn't seem to dare to believe this mistake, he turned back and touched his empty back, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Hawkeye! This is my most precious hat!"

Mihawk squinted at the unattractive straw hat, "I thought it was the same as your cape, and it would be replaced if it broke."

Shanks took the straw hat and put it on his chest, smiled softly and said, "That's different, I can't bear to throw this thing away!"

Mihawk couldn't quite understand the reason why Shanks cherished that hat, but looking at the other party's demeanor, it was obvious that it would not be a superficial reason such as the treasure map hidden in the hat.Naturally, he didn't ask too many questions, he just put himself in his shoes and understood that the redhead's feelings for wearing a straw hat were probably the same as he treated the knife in his hand.

Thinking of this level, Mihawk suddenly lowered his head in silence, did not gossip with Shanks, and turned around and drove forward.

"Eh?" Seeing Mihawk's abnormal attitude, Shanks couldn't help standing up straight. He was a little dazed, and began to think about whether he had made a slip of the tongue that made the other person unhappy.

The sea breeze blew over Shanks' wet body, he sneezed again, and became more awake.The red-haired pirate knew that his first priority was to go back to the ship and change into dry clothes, otherwise the ship doctor's nagging and his assistant's ridicule would be inevitable in the next few days.

"Hey! Dude! Don't be so disappointed!" Shanks turned his head and shouted at the small coffin ship that had just left, "...Although I didn't figure out what I said wrong..."

Mihawk didn't speak, but just shook his hand with his back turned to show that he didn't mind.

This is the first time I've met such a boring guy, it's really hard to get along with... Shanks thought a little bitterly.

(Note: The inspiration for the dressing style comes from the original work, see the picture.)