As soon as he landed on the shore, Hawkeye's eyes were fixed on Yanagawa.

"You're the Red Flame Sword Hao, right? I saw your photos on the news. "

Yanagawa felt a little embarrassed to hear this, and he remembered what happened at that time.

"Your memory is good, I'm Yanagawa that's right." Forced to endure the embarrassment, Yanagawa replied calmly.

Although that report was not a glorious thing, it was not to the point of denial.

When he heard Hawkeye ask, he naturally answered.

"Well, it looks exactly the same, it seems that this time they didn't make it up." Hawkeye nodded lightly, confirming the veracity of the report.

Seeing this, Liu Chuan was slightly stunned, and said in his heart: Is there still a time for the newspaper to talk indiscriminately?

But now is obviously not the time to think about this, they are here to catch the wind, and they have to return to the camp with Hawkeye to rest for a while.

Along the way, everyone was a little silent, seemingly accustomed to getting along with Hawkeye, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Yanagawa endured for a while, seeing that the atmosphere was too dull, and took the initiative to lead the topic with a voice.

"Hawkeye, your name is Jorakor Mihawk, right? I wonder if it's better for me to call you Jorakor or Mihawk? "

Hawkeye's gaze glanced sideways at the teenager, and replied indifferently: "It doesn't matter what you call it, these things don't matter." "

Hearing the response, Yanagawa immediately understood that Hawkeye was not as cold as it seemed.

"Then I'll call you Mihawk like Shanks."

After thinking for a while, Yanagawa asked the question that lingered in his heart.

When talking to Shanks before, he always avoided the question about the coffin ship, which made Yanagawa a little worried, seeing that Mihawk was not a cold person, he naturally wanted to ask to satisfy his curiosity.

"Actually, we're curious about how your ship works, can you help us with it?"

It's just that as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Shanks and their eyes on his face tangled, and Yanagawa didn't understand what was going on, and asked the words.

When he finished speaking, the three of them sighed as if they were in great trouble.

Hearing the question, Mihawk's footsteps stopped and said seriously: "That is the guidance of fate, do you really want to know the answer?" "

As soon as Yanagawa wanted to answer, he saw the three people who were still deflated just now shaking their heads, playing "X" with their arms on their chests, and constantly swinging their arms.

The teenager thought for a moment and decided to follow his heart's thoughts.

"If you don't mind, please say two more words."

Hawkeye showed a teachable smile, nodded gratifyingly, and then began to talk about the origin of fate.

Yanagawa finally understood why Shanks was trying to stop him.

Along the way, Hawk Eyes said a lot of cloudy and misty words.

The boy just listened to a few words and felt a little headache, but seeing Hawkeye's excited look and embarrassed to interrupt, he followed his words perfunctorily.

When he returned to the camp, Yanagawa felt bad.

Mihawk's fanatical look reminded him of those crazy Christians in his previous life.

The ears are filled with the voice of "Is it religious".

Dizzy to send the people back, Shanks looked at Yanagawa with a sad look on his face, and arranged a place for Mihawk to rest.

Seeing Shanks leading the people away, Yanagawa ran out of the camp as if fleeing.

"Special, it's just terrible, nothing to do."

It's just that this bitter Shanks them, before leaving, look at Hawkeye with a look of unfinished care, and the red hair is good.

Came to the depths of the woods to calm the ups and downs in his heart, returned to the camp and waited for Hawkeye to rest enough.

The boy himself is sitting on a tree stump to recuperate, and he also needs to adjust his state to prepare for the next battle.

By the time the event was about to arrive in the evening, Hawkeye had had enough time to rest.

At this time, the competition between the two is about to begin.

The two stood on an empty grass that had already been cleared by the red-haired group, holding blades in their hands.

Shanks stands between the two and acts as a referee.

Glancing left and right, he asked in a loud voice: "Are you ready?" "

After getting an affirmative answer, he put his right hand heavily under his command and announced: "The competition has officially begun!" "

The boy watched Shanks' movements, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It's quite formal.

However, all this only happened for a moment, and Yanagawa just complained in his heart and focused his attention on the battle.

His opponent this time is Hawkeye Mihawk, who is known as the strongest swordsman, and he can't afford to lose his mind in the slightest.

Hawkeye slowly held the famous knife in his hand from behind, and when he saw the young man's gaze, he introduced in a cold tone: "Black knife night, blade length 1.9 meters, blade 9 mm, one of the twelve works of the supreme fast knife." "

The young man nodded solemnly, pulled out his Yan Feng, and also told the other party the exact value.

"Black Knife Long Ship Yan Feng, blade length 83.7, blade width 2.7, blade 1.1, created by Kozaburo Frost Moon, supreme fast knife level blade."

The black knife refers to the material of the knife, the long ship refers to the style, and Yan Feng is the name of the knife.

Hawkeye saw the black blade in the young man's hand light up, and praised: "Good knife." "

The real sword can be seen at a glance as long as you see it with your own eyes, especially when it is held in the hands of a powerful sword master.

The sword intent in the young man's heart was transmitted along Yan Feng's blade, and the indomitable momentum made him admire.

"The night on your hand is also very good, I can feel the deep sword intent."

Yanagawa's gaze stayed on the sword body of Black Knife Night, and he could faintly feel the deep meaning from the blade.

Like Hawkeye himself, it's elusive.

"That's the end of the introduction, let's enjoy this battle." Hawkeye looked sharply at the boy.

Yanagawa put the knife back into its sheath and said eagerly: "That's exactly what I mean!" "

The fighting intent in his heart was completely stimulated, and he couldn't wait to make a move.

With the knife fully retracted into the scabbard, the battle is imminent.

The young man's footsteps suddenly took two steps forward, and he drew his knife and slashed out.

The black sword flashed and slashed straight at Hawkeye's waist.

Although playing the role of the challenged, Yanagawa was unceremonious, taking the lead in launching the offensive.

Mihawk saw the cold light, and his pupils like an eagle falcon contracted rapidly, and his hand made a movement at the same time, standing the knife in front of him to resist the attacking blade.

The two black knives collided together, and there was no movement, as if the surrounding light had been absorbed by the black blade, and no vision appeared.

"What a quick response! Again! "

Yanagawa pushed hard with both hands and took a few steps back with the rebound.

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