[ONE PIECE] You take your sword as your wife

The author has something to say: The name Karaqiu comes from the mage of the Dragon Valley.

The heroine strikes iron (no) girl, set whatever she thinks about, the exam is approaching and the pressure is high, so she wrote this nondescript article, and it was clear that Sauron’s hadn’t been written yet, so I started to attack Mihawk. Science [sad face

Don’t discuss with me the details of the blacksmith (…) girl, because I don’t know that _(:з」∠)_ has never mastered the skill of blacksmithing, and there is no such thing as an art student in the school’s metalworking internship. Next time I will write a use The girl who is fighting with the pen is done. 【etc

Time period is a young version of Hawkeye.

Both sides are in love, and both know it well.

Short story, the ending is set, let's end at ten thousand to fifteen thousand.

And I wish the girls in the third year of high school come on for the college entrance examination_(:з」∠)_

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the red tongue of flame licked the inner wall. The heat from the stove heated up the whole room. Wherever the eyes touched, one could see phantoms distorted by the heat.

The black-haired girl lowered her eyes and calculated the duration of the fire, and never let go of the hammer in her hand.

Her palms were already wet, and the cloth tied to the handle was also hot and humid from the sweat of her palms, and her whole body seemed to have just come out of the water, with sweat dripping down her chin little by little, It dripped on the neck, flowing along the curve all the way to the depression of the collarbone, stayed for a while, then fell down and rolled into a deep ravine.

After resting for a while, she felt that it was almost done. She took the sword out of the fire and plunged it into the cold water placed aside. Suddenly, there was a sound of boiling and white mist came out.

She didn't care, and waited for a while, then quickly drew out the sword and put it on the stone slab, raised the hammer high, and struck rhythmically like playing music.The sound of iron hitting iron was heard far away, reaching the ears of the young man who was walking from a distance.

His attire is not uncommon in this village, with a long windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat, with the characteristics of a coastal town, matching it well.

He walked unhurriedly, and no matter who greeted him, he always nodded calmly, alienated and polite.

After hearing the sound of metal knocking, his footsteps paused, and a different emotion flashed in his eagle-like golden eyes, which were hurriedly covered, and he continued to walk forward according to his own rhythm.

This is what Mihawk saw when he came in - the girl's jaw was tense, she swung the hammer in her hand and struck the sword reverently, her black vest was tightly wrapped around her body, outlining the nice curves.

Mihawk has seen the body that has gradually grown over the years. He feels that time is very miraculous, and it can turn a wild boy with short hair into the charming and charming look he is now.

Every time she moved, she brought up a few drops of crystal clear sweat. With her movements, these beads of sweat shattered on the ground, and were dotted with dark gray marks little by little. A little bit of time stuck to her neck - it made her very uncomfortable, but she had no time to take care of it when she was doing homework.

When wielding the hammer, the slender arm and the heavy hammer are a contrast between softness and rigidity, while her gestures are a combination of strength and beauty.Mihawk stared at her intently at the door for a long time, and he didn't step into this steaming oven-like room until she finished hammering the last time.

"Mihawk? What's the matter this time, do you want to maintain the sword again?"

Karaqiu put the sword into the furnace again for the last tempering, she put down the sledgehammer, walked to the window, picked up the cup, and scooped out water from the water tank in front of her. Head drank.

The water slid down her neck again...

He looked away and answered her question wholeheartedly: "No, I'm leaving."

His answer kept Karaqiu silent for three seconds, and the girl said bluntly after three seconds: "Let's go now? In such a chaotic time...but that's okay, they are all focused on catching Roger. Maybe you go to sea now." You can still go to the great route by luck.”

Her words made Mihawk a little helpless, he pressed the brim of his hat uncomfortably, and said expressionlessly: "Karaqiu."

"Okay, okay, I get it, Mihawk, there's nothing you can do if you make up your mind, besides, I don't think anyone can beat you—" She put down the cup in her hand and hung it on the wall. He took off the towel and wiped his face indiscriminately, then he tossed his hair as if he was liberated, revealing a pair of red eyes that were more passionate than the flames in the stove, "Every time you have a lot of thoughts, put it away and take it easy." It's not right for you to be an aristocrat, but you just moved to this village, so many girls like you, but you keep silent, I don't know what you are thinking..."

She babbled about the fact that Mihawk was different from ordinary people since he was a child, but she was the only one who dared to say that. Many people still find it difficult to get close to the title of son of a nobleman, let alone Mihawk. This person is naturally taciturn—in fact, after getting along with him for a long time, Karaqiu thinks that he is not that difficult to get along with.

After talking for a long time, she remembered that Mihawk was still standing, and Karaqiu reached out and pulled his windbreaker into the room very naturally: "When are you leaving, I will prepare a farewell meal for you—"

"Don't you ask me why I went to sea?"

He was not angry when she said it like a sutra, but asked calmly with a calmness different from his age.

Karaqiu looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you ask, isn't this something you decide? I want you to stay, and you will stay. If I say don't go, will you go?"

"No." He decisively answered all the girl's questions.

She nodded in satisfaction: "I'll just say it."

"I won't be back for a long time." Mihawk stared down at the girl who had just reached his chest, and said flatly.

"I know, didn't the brother who went with the pirate ship last time not come back now? He said he was going to find his dream. Although I don't know what his dream is, I know that Mihawk's dream must be Much bigger than his." Karaqiu looked at him suspiciously again.

Mihawk was very useful to her words, but he still said it so boringly.

"Dreams make no difference, a dream is a dream."

"Hi hi." She smiled and led him to the living room, and after letting him sit down, she picked up the sweat-soaked vest strap with her pale fingertips, frowning in distress, she turned to Mihawk and said, "Give it to me." In 5 minutes, I'm going to take a shower."

Mihawk took off his hat and put it on the hanger. Hearing what she said, he touched today's newspaper from the table familiarly, nodded silently, and then heard the thump of her feet on the floor Voice.

She has been so reckless since she was a child.

He flipped through the newspaper, a faint smile curled up on his lips.Thinking of her always clean and pure smile, he felt an indescribable joy.But I won't see her for a long time in the future, right?

Men, once you have a dream, you must do your best to realize it.

Karaqiu knew about his dream, and she also knew that one day he would go to sea and leave here, so neither of them realized it for a long time.

Today happened to be the day when he became an adult, and he was going to go to sea at this time to truly realize his dream.

If it is said that the only one who is not at ease is this best friend since childhood.

The light scent of shampoo lingered at the tip of his nose, he put down the newspaper in his hand, and calmly looked at Karaqiu, who had already changed into a suit of clothes, and had her hair tied low and wet.

Perhaps it was because of the nature of work that she sweated a lot, her skin always gave him a supple visual effect, coupled with the lack of sunshine, her fair complexion was quite different from the wheat-skinned girls in this seaside city.

"Let me think about it... What should I prepare for you." She pinched her waist and pointed her fingers in embarrassment.

"It's fine, I don't care."

Karaqiu was about to explode when he heard his words: "How can you come here casually! Today is your birthday, or the day you go to sea - just a cake! I will make you a cake! How do you say the taste of sashimi ?”

"...It's up to you." The taste of what she said made Mihawk pause for a while, and then he pressed the brim of his hat again - of course he didn't, he put the newspaper up to cover his face and said.

Birthday doesn't matter at all, Mihawk just wants to see her before going to sea.

In the end, Karaqiu did not follow her bad taste in making sashimi cakes, but made fruit cakes in a regular manner. In fact, she had already prepared the cake embryos, and was ready to squeeze cream on them. As a result, Miho Ke came in and watched her movements seriously, causing her to squeeze a few flowers nervously.

"Don't look at me, it's a surprise that can't be seen." She said stiffly.

"I've seen it anyway." Mihawk can always put on a boring face and say things that she can't refute, "And I will eat whatever you cook."

"...It's so annoying!" She turned her head and let him watch.

After automatically ignoring him, her hands stopped shaking this time, and soon she squeezed all the flowers. Before she could put the fruit slices on top, the black-haired boy stretched out his hand and wiped a piece of cream from the edge, licking it calmly. After a while to taste.

A flower was distorted by him just like that, Karaqiu opened his mouth in a gaffe, and then slapped his hand in a fit of anger: "You can't steal it!"

"Sweet." He said a word and put his hand next to her mouth.

The girl centered on Mihawk obediently stuck out her tongue and licked his fingertips. The silky touch and sweet smell came from the tip of her tongue, which greatly satisfied her taste buds and sense of touch.

etc--

"Mihawk!"

Karaqiu screamed with red ears.

She met Mihawk's mischievous eyes.

In the end, Mihawk was driven out of the kitchen by Karaqiu, who was furious. After lunch, Mihawk and Karaqiu sat at the dining table for a while. They were embarrassed and didn't know what to say. After a while, Mihawk got up first. up.

He strolled to the hanger and took off his hat, then put his sword on his back, turned back against the light and said coldly to her, "I'm leaving."

At this time, Karaqiu felt a little parting.

She stood up in a panic supporting the table: "Ah, is that right—you wait for me to see you off."

"Need not."

"My friend is going to sea, can't I even give it to me?" Hearing his refusal, Karaqiu was slightly annoyed.

"..." He lowered his head wordlessly, agreeing.

Seeing that he agreed, Karaqiu also breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was a little worried that he would refuse, so it would be great if she agreed——

Quickly put on the coat, she ran back to the house and took out a box, this is the second gift she prepared, because he is a swordsman, she can't make anything more powerful than the knife he is carrying , only to this extent.

She sighed and ran to the door quickly, and said to the tall young man, "Let's go."

The two walked to the port side by side. They were silent all the way. When they arrived at the boat, Mihawk untied the cable and jumped onto the boat with simple luggage on his back. During this time, Karaqiu kept looking at him.

"Then I'm leaving." He raised his head and said to the girl who seemed about to cry.

It's just that she is still stubborn: "What is it Mihawk, repeat this sentence over and over again, do you want me to say 'you want to go to sea, then take me'? I won't say it."

"You are not fit to go to sea."

"If I want to go out to sea, you can't stop me!" She stomped her feet, then sniffed, and loosened and tightened her hand holding the box. Finally, she threw the box over, saying ferociously, "Take it!" Well, this is the second gift."

Mihawk raised his hand to catch the box she threw over, and opened it to see a dagger in the shape of a cross.

Judging by this appearance, she must have put a lot of thought into it.

"Thank you, I received it." He took out the dagger and hung it around his neck. The cool touch calmed his heart, "Please worry about it."

"What are you still being polite to now—come here!" Laughing angrily at his well-mannered answer, Karaqiu waved his hand and said unceremoniously to him, "I'll give you a third present."

Mihawk, who never doubted her, took a step forward and stepped on the eaves of the boat. During this time, Karaqiu bent down and shortened the distance between the two of them in an instant. The tip of her nose was full of the scent of shampoo she had just bathed in. The slightly cool curly hair gently brushed his cheeks, and Mihawk held his breath in a trance.

And at this time the girl approached him——

Feather-like touches flashed across his forehead, even the normally calm boy opened his eyes wide.

"This is the third gift, I wish you a safe journey."

The girl's pleasant voice echoed in his ears, and the warm breath seemed to be still on the top of his head, and hadn't left - suddenly there was a feeling like a cat's claws were constantly scratching in his heart, which made his heart itch.

With his lips moving, thousands of words were fused into one sentence by him.

"I received."