[One Piece] The White Wolf of the Red Foss

When can you go out to play? Yakales tilted his head, with some doubts on his indifferent and delicate face, he said: "You can go out to play anytime."

Shanks' eyes lit up, he wanted to stand up, and carefully looked at Beckman, who was facing away from him, finally got up and came to the side of Akales, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Then Yaka, shall we go?"

"...You and Lackey go." Yakales looked away, without any enthusiasm for going out to play.

Shanks immediately pursed his mouth, dissatisfied with Akales' indifference, and wanted to act like a baby.

"If you want to go out to play, you need to put red sand on your face first." The black-haired woman kept paying attention to this place. With a smile on her face, she reached out and tapped the sides of her cheeks.

There are two magnificent patterns extending from the temples to the sides of the cheeks on her fair face. Not only her, but also other people on this island have such patterns, but they are different.

"It's the tradition of Red Sand Island~" Facing Shanks' puzzled eyes, the woman explained with a smile: "This island is actually an extinct volcano. Red sand is the most unique ore in it. Grind it into powder, add water Mixed and applied to the face, it will resist the severe cold."

"Ah! That's why you wear so little." Shanks suddenly stopped because he saw that those people were wearing very little.

"Yes, this is a tradition on the island. Everyone will bring some red sand with them." The woman found a pen and red sand from her bag. .”

She dipped the pen on the red sand, and then drew on her face, "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, Mr. Pirate."

This sentence was said to Beckman.

"Looks really interesting." Shanks laughed.

"Yes, it's the tradition of Chisha Island." The woman brushed her hair around her ears and said with a smile, "My name is Ivy, what's your name?"

"I'm Shanks!"

Shanks was interested in novelty things, he leaned over to the table, stretched out his hand to touch the red sand, a warm current passed from his fingertips to his body, and it lasted for a long time.

"Oh, it's really hot." Shanks said excitedly, and then waved to Akales: "Yaka, come and see!"

There is a better way to resist the cold than wearing bloated clothes, Shanks actively took over the pen and wanted to draw patterns on everyone's faces.

As a crew member, not all the captain's orders must be fulfilled, especially such capricious orders as Shanks'.

So in the end, the only one who can make Shanks paint his face is Akales.

The white wolf stood upright, with fluffy and soft white hair covering his clean forehead, his eyelashes were long, and when his eyes were lowered, the feeling of indifference faded.

Shanks held the pen in his right hand, and held Akales' face with his left hand hesitantly, his heartbeat suddenly became faster.

"What do you want to draw?" Shanks asked in a low voice with little confidence.

Akales raised his eyes and glanced at him, with no emotion in his iceberg-like blue eyes, "Look at you."

Shanks' pen tip stopped a few millimeters away from Akales' cheek, and his hand that was able to hold the western sword was trembling. He said dryly, "Then I... just draw it casually."

He stared at the place he had chosen to write, and finally took a deep breath and finally thought about what he wanted to draw.

After finishing the last stroke, Shanks looked at the place with satisfaction, and smiled, "The painting is finished!"

"What is it?" Yakales was already mentally prepared, no matter what the other party painted, he was mentally prepared.

But Shanks' answer was beyond his expectations.

"Shanks." Shanks replied with a smile.

"what?"

"My name, I wrote my name on it." Shanks handed the pen to Akales contentedly, "Hey, draw it for me!"

Akales took the pen, stared at the pen and thought for a moment, then raised his hand and drew a few strokes on Shanks' face.

"Draw what?" No matter how hard Shanks tried, he couldn't see his own cheek.

A small mirror was suddenly placed between Shanks and Akales, and Ivy shook the mirror with a smile on her face, "The painting is very beautiful, Shanks."

Shanks blinked, took the mirror handed by the other party and looked at it. On the right cheek, there was a horizontal complex and beautiful pattern.

Akales looked down at the top of the woman's hair, stepped back a few steps to widen the distance, and swallowed the "my name" that was already on his lips.

The red sand played a role on the face, and the heat was transferred to the body, making his body that was not cold even hotter.

Akales took off Shanks' coat and draped it over his arm.

Ivy took the place of Akales just now, and said to Shanks with a smile: "This pattern is really beautiful, so beautiful, I have never drawn such a beautiful look."

Shanks nodded, and said as a matter of course: "Yes, Yaka's paintings are beautiful."

"Yaka? His name is Yaka. I think he's a little cold, and I don't dare to talk to him." Ivy put her hand on her cheek and said casually: "And he has ears and a tail... It looks dangerous..."

Shanks's smile narrowed, his dark eyes were full of indifference, and his eyes moved from Ivy to Akales.

With his back to them, the white wolf took off his jacket, the tight sleeveless vest neatly outlined his slender waistline, and the obviously beautiful butterfly bones were hidden in the white hair behind him.

"...then you stay away from him!" Shanks smiled again, and returned the mirror and pen to Ivy with an affirmation that did not need to be questioned.

"Stay away from him." He repeated again, passed the woman and walked quickly behind Akales, his hands naturally wrapped around Akales' waist, his chin rested on the white wolf's shoulder, and he said with a smile: "Yaka, let's go out and play."

"...Okay." Akales didn't refuse this time.

He heard their conversation, and Shanks' obvious defense.

"That pattern is my name, my text there." Yakales pointed to his face, and asked unnaturally: "Do you like it?"

"I love it!"

——My favorite, I didn't have time to think when I said it, but after thinking about it, I still said it.