[Comprehensive] Red hair and Xu are a perfect match!

"Hey girl, are you really going to do this?"

The game ended halfway, and the people who ended were not unhappy, but as usual, as in the past, the game ended and the bonfire was held as usual.

Around the bonfire, people sang, danced, drank, ate meat, and told stories they knew. It was very lively.

Shanks, Marco, and Sach temporarily put aside their "hatred" with each other, and joined this lively bonfire. Under the firelight, they were happy and happy.

But when Shanks happily raised his wine glass and collided with his partners and residents, he turned his head to one side, only to realize that the people on the other side had disappeared at some point.

Huh, Alka?

When did this happen……

Shanks' pupils shrunk quietly, a trace of panic emerged in his heart, he slowly lowered his hand, he had no intention of celebrating, the wine glass rested lightly on the ground, stood up, and looked into the distance through layers of crowd, no, No, no...wait there.

His sight suddenly stopped, he stared at the flashing figure, he was firm that it was Alka's back, he knew, with just one glance, he knew that it was - Alka, the person he loved.

"Boss..." Sitting on the ground, Lagi, who noticed Shanks' actions, hadn't finished speaking before being interrupted by Shanks who was no longer here.

"I'll leave for a while." After he finished speaking, he walked in that direction, his pace slowly becoming faster.

Alka... what's going on, how did you leave so well?

On the other side, Arka, who didn't know that his amnesiac man followed up, followed the dancing butterflies in front of him, and walked to the uninhabited waste area; standing in front of him was a man playing with Rubik's Cube, wearing a black deadly costume with a waist With a knife and wearing clogs, he greeted him without turning his head when he heard the crackling sound behind him.

"Yo, long time no see, Xu."

"Not long, just a few years."

"Haha, it's been a long time for human beings, maybe...you will find out later, it's been a long time." The last color returned to its place under the fingers of Death, and he also turned around, a little Looking at Alka unchanged, he said to her, "It's a success."

"..."

"Aren't you happy?" Reaper threw the Rubik's Cube in his hand, looked at Alka who had no joy on his face, and asked, "After all, you can be with the man you love until your hair turns gray."

"What about you?" Alka asked Death, avoiding this topic.

"Ha, of course I'm going back, back to the world of corpses and souls, right now there is just a need for manpower?" The god of death snapped and caught the Rubik's cube that fell from midair. Under the dark night, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. I don't know if what he said is true or not.

but……

"Find two ways at the same time?"

Alka closed his eyes, weighed them in his heart, opened them again, and asked.

She was referring to becoming human, and the method of going back.

"Ah, you are the key."

"Ok?"

"I need your spirit core, and your body." Death opened his arms, he said, and at the same time some lions opened their mouths: "It goes without saying that your spirit core is useful, and your body is to open two worlds." But don’t worry, I’ve used the best materials in the world to make you the best prosthetic skeleton over the years—it’s no different from human beings.”

"So you asked me to run around looking for some weird things in those years, just to make this?"

"Ah, yes."

"No wonder... I said how those materials could be consumed so quickly."

Alka lowered his head, recalling those years when he went to the mountains and went to the sea, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, finally heaved a sigh and asked, "Aside from making a skeleton behind my back, didn't you do anything else?"

"Uh... no, no... okay! Don't look at me with those murderous eyes! Well, let me tell you the truth, I, I made another skeleton." He raised his hand, poked his little finger, and said not embarrassedly.

"The one in your house."

Alka saw through this guy at a glance, there was no question mark, just a sentence.

Must, definitely!

"Tsk." She turned her head in displeasure, and the god of death exploded immediately when she saw it.

"Hey! What's that expression on your face! I'll make a skeleton for you, and I'll find a way to turn you into a human being. That little reward is normal—"

"Don't forget—we are fair trade." Alka had to remind this hairy, guilty god of death, and he must have known this. She stretched out her hand and touched her chest with her fingers, standing on the street. She said: "I entrusted you with my spiritual core, and you gave me a sound human body, but now you say you want my body again... Tsk, it's really dirty."

"Dirty ghost!! It's you who are too dirty!! With a new body, did the old one get moldy!? But you're right, that's right... Well, there is still some spare time in the room that I usually have The props developed are all yours, right?" Reaper broke out in a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, jumped on his feet, refuted Alka's filthy words, and finally said in a compromise.

"Props?" I don't know if I caught the wrong point, Alka blinked and looked at the god of death, and I don't know if Alka has correct thoughts this time, anyway, it just sounds super weird.

"Ah, some weird things, you'll know when the time comes." The Grim Reaper didn't want to delve into what the props in Alka's mouth meant. In short, they were very serious things in his eyes, but... it's better to end this early. Topics are better.

The god of death scratched his head, he sighed softly, raised his eyes, with an imperceptible cunning flashing in his eyes, and pretended to say: "Get ready, it's time to say goodbye to your man—"

There was a soft 'click'.

Alka, who didn't care much about the nonsense that the god of death said, shrank her pupils suddenly, and she scolded and asked, "Who!?"

'Shushasha' the rubbing sound of clothing materials, and the steady footsteps of 'da da da'.

Alka looked at the person who came out. She originally wanted to say something, but suddenly she didn't know what to say. She looked at the person who came out slowly, her dark cloak trembling slightly.

This is too bad, it seems that I have misunderstood something...

Alka turned his head to one side and looked at the other side. The place where the god of death had been was already empty.

……

No matter how stupid you are, you know that the hairy beast of Death did it on purpose. He knew there was someone behind him, so he dug a hole——

Madan!

Alka couldn't help scolding that guy in her heart, and when she was thinking about how to get over it, the person who jumped out gave her a step, and she didn't know if it was a step, anyway, Alka could only go down this step gone.

"Hey~ I found you Alka, why did you run into this dark place, is there anything strange here? Everyone is drinking and singing there..." Shanks, who was chasing all the way, walked over with a smile , stretched out his hand, and held Alka's cold wrist, where there was no pulse.

He knew it would be like this.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Shanks asked while holding Alka's hand, tilting his head and looking at Alka who was staring at her.

"You... no, it's nothing."

Alka finally chose to keep silent about what happened just now.

One after another, Alka lowered her head, she was debating whether to tell Shanks about that, that she wanted to become a human being, and follow him together, together...

Tsk, Alka, whose ears were slightly red at the tip, clicked her tongue inwardly. She was a little shy, so she decided not to say anything for now, and wait, when the time is right, come again.

She stepped on the shadow of Shanks, her thoughts had already flown, so she missed the emotional fluctuations of Shanks ahead.

"Alka..."

"kindness?"

"I love you."

"I, I know." Arka, who was suddenly told that she loves you, stuttered a little. Of course she knew that Shanks loved and loved her. Alka lowered her head and stepped on the shadow under her feet, but because the other party stopped, she also Then stopped that childish behavior.

Alka, who was one step behind Shanks, didn't notice the subtle changes in Shanks at that moment, he whispered: "Ah, I see."

"kindness?"

"I know what to do, Arka."

Shanks turned his head, eyes slightly bent, and said softly.

"By the way, I'm going to visit the old alcoholic later, do you want to go together?" Alka asked Shanks very honestly this time, but Shanks, who had already made up his mind, shook his head and refused. He said:

"Haha Beckman and the others are still waiting for me, when will I come to pick you up?"

"it is good."

Unsuspecting Arka nodded.

"Hey girl, are you really going to do this?"

"Well, so please, old drunkard senior."

Alka sat on the soft seat, and it was the first time that he spoke respectfully to the old drunkard sitting on the other side; after hearing this, the old drunkard took a sip of the wine that was put aside, then laughed loudly, saying:

"Hahaha, for the two words behind you, old drunkard, I reluctantly agree to you, but before I take it, I still want to ask you——Arka, are you going to use it on Shanks?"

"what."

"Have you thought about the consequences? If you are not careful, you will be marked by that narrow-minded kid."

"If that's the case, then write it down. Anyway, that little book is already full of a debt."

Alka smashed the jar and said, this statement aroused the old drunkard's laughter, although he still gave her the thing afterwards, but when Alka walked out of the door, the old drunkard had to say it again.

"Alka, if it's for that matter, it's immoral to hide it from that kid..."

"The success rate is not high." Alka, who stepped out of the door with one foot, lowered his head and held the door with his hands, and said, "After hope, there is disappointment. I would rather... just like this."

"That's it..." Behind, the old alcoholic sitting on the soft seat lifted his head and took a big drink, sighed with a breath full of alcohol, and he had to remind Alka: "Then, if that boy Shanks Without hope?"

"..."

What if the boy Shanks had no hope?

Arka's mind was full of what the old alcoholic said when she went back. She didn't come back to herself until she heard Shanks' call, her eyes became focused, and she looked at the man.

It was Shanks, who, as he said, came to pick her up.

The corners of Shanks' lips curled slightly, and he walked over with a hint of tenderness and warmth.

But it's a bit inconsistent...

Alka didn't feel vigilant, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little drunk." Shanks stopped, stood in front of Alka, bent down, and approached Alka. Indeed, there was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, saying...

"You drank too much this time." Alka said with some disgust, but it was just saying so.

"Well, because I made a difficult choice." Shanks straightened up, he was much taller than Alka, under the shadow swallowed, Alka looked at the backlight incomprehensibly, but it gave her a strange feeling Shanks.

"What choice?"

"Well, it's a gift I've been preparing for before I lost my memory, and I want to give it to you now, is that okay?" Shanks asked, stretched out his hand, and held Alka's hand. Under the struggling situation, he automatically regarded this as acquiescing, and because of this—Arka was caught.

Arka, who didn't care at first, slammed down with a click, and her body couldn't help but lose strength. As soon as the strength in her legs slackened, she fell down and was caught by Shanks who had been prepared for a long time.

"This, what is this..."

Arka, whose cheek was pressed against Shanks's chest, lowered his eyes and looked at the snow-white bracelet on his wrist. This feeling of being weak and suppressed was very strange, but it was a little familiar.

That is……

"Is it something from that island?"

She remembered that she went to a small island with Roger and the others, but that island suppressed her, and she had to go back to the boat...

"Well, after I formed the pirate group, I went there again. I got this stone and polished it into a bracelet, but it was a bit rough. After all, I didn't intend to make it too beautiful at the beginning, because in the sailing diary, I wrote... ..."

“[Compared to a bracelet, I would rather be able to present a beautiful ring I made myself].”

Shanks hugged the person in his arms, and he buried his head on Alka's neck, full of her breath, and there was a trace of coldness and determination in his slightly closed eyes.

"[But... if you can't keep Arka, the only thing you can give is this almost 'cursed' bracelet...so when I use it, I'm really, really sorry...]"

“[Because I don’t want to let go of my hand because of waiting.]”

The author has something to say: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

After returning from wandering for two days, I found that I was already in trouble [scratch your head! 】

If you're not careful, it's BE's rhythm!

Speaking of the blackened Shanks [not blackened! 】Do you like it?Don't scold me even if you don't like it! !Even if you scold me, I won't accept it! 【The willful author】

Then I looked back at the same thing—what the hell did I write!

After reading the script, I have to change it again...

Two more chapters, maybe a chapter, to end Shanks in his youth, umm, that's it.