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nik87

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Here's another extract from the novel, before the fight scene occurs. Perona is trying to get Mihawk to let her make sangria but he's not budging, and neither is she :milaugh:

Dinner that day was prepared by Mihawk. The sight of the world's greatest swordsman standing in the kitchen wearing an apron was something that only the residents of the Shikkearu Castle would see. You couldn't imagine that he would be standing there, aloof, carrying his cross-shaped sword on his back while inserting a bamboo skewer into a roast chicken from the oven.

Today's menu is roasted and sauteed chicken. Indeed, a menu that pairs well with red wine. The sautee contains plenty of vegetables picked from the fields. The meals in Shikkearu Castle are oddly organic. Once Mihawk got to the dining table, he ostentatiously poured the wine into glasses.

At the bottom of the clear glasses, the red liquid sparkles beautifully. Just by looking at it, the dreamlike flavour comes to life on your tongue.

Seeing Perona's resentful expression, Mihawk looked at her, exasperated.

"It's just wine. Don't make such a pitiful expression."

"Wha-I'm not!"

"You are."

Mihawk lifted the glass to his lips.

"Mm." He stared at her with those hawk-like eyes.

"This is... good wine."

"It is, isn't it!"

Perona brought her face closer to Mihawk's.

"Don't you wanna make this great wine even more tasty? You do, don't you! I propose we make this wine into sangria!"

"No."

"Wha-!"

Startled by the sudden rejection, Perona was briefly at a loss for words."

"There's no need to mix in other things with this high quality wine."

"But adding fruits will make it sweeter and cuter!"

"I'm not interested."

Why!?

Perona sidled up to Mihawk, but was driven back when he replied

"Don't come so close. It's annoying."

She did not give up on hounding him.

"What about trying just one glass of Sangria? Once you try and see how delicious it is, you might change your mind!"

"I'm not changing my mind." came the immediate reply.

Perona ignored him, rolling up her sleeves and grabbing a kitchen knife.

Sangria is made from mixing wine with fruits and sugar. Ideally you'd want to leave it overnight, but even putting the fruits in just before drinking should produce some flavour. Lemon, apple, orange, peach, peel off the skin and chop into bite sized pieces. She'd planned to cut them properly but the end result was messed up. Unlike Zoro who'd cut melons sharply and firmly, Perona could not make such neat cuts.

"Seems like I messed up somehow.."

She tried cutting them various ways but none of them went well. No matter how she cut, they were never the way she wanted them.

"Uwaah! I can't cut them properly!"

What to do? At this rate, Mihawk will take all the remaining wine for himself.



Awesome! Anime should do this as a filler episode.
Me, who doesnt watch anime, would definitely watch it. :yearight:
 
He doesn't, unfortunately. This is a little fight scene between Mihawk and Zoro where Perona tries to sneak past him and take his wine.

Mihawk let out a low laugh and stood up.
"You're not overestimating yourself and trying to take my head are you?"
"I'm not so much of a cocky idiot to think I can beat you."
"So what is your goal?"
Zoro crouched slightly.
"This is training!"

Zoro leapt forward, slashing at Mihawk. Mihawk grabbed a nearby sword and without even unsheathing it, lightly stopped the incoming blade with the sword guard. As the sparks from their clash disappeared, Zoro pulled out his other katana. As he blocked the barrage of slashes with the sword guard, Mihawk finally unsheathed the sword.
"Don't break the furniture."
"I can't guarantee that!"
Zoro let out a short shout and dashed forward. While Zoro looked as though he was really giving it his all, Mihawk kept his composure, and even seemed to be enjoying himself. A fierce swordfight broke out, looking as though it was going to mess up the room.

"Horo horo horo"

With a backwards glance at the two fighters, Perona chuckled to herself.

"That guy Hawk Eyes is nicely occupied..."

Getting all fours and erasing her presence, Perona headed towards the wine. Just a little further to the table where the wine rested...

Five meters, four meters, three meters, two...

Suddenly, a dagger came flying.

"Gyaah!"

Perona screamed and jumped. The dagger pierced through the hem of her dress, sticking into the floor around where her knee was.

Looking at the swordsmen, Mihawk was blocking Zoro's attacks while directing a triumphant look her way.

"You- you noticed me!?"

"Of course I did."

The dagger was stuck quite deep and even when Perona tugged at it, it wouldn't come loose. She couldn't move but on the other hand, ruining her dress was an absolute no-no.

"Damn it, I can't get out!"

Looking back at Perona, Zoro engaged in fierce combat with Mihawk. He aimed at the stuck dagger once a gap opened up between Mihawk, who was guarding himself steadily and the knife blade, shooting an attack at it. However Mihawk abruptly turned his sword without breaking his stance, stopping both of Zoro's katanas at once. Zoro could not brace himself against Mihawk's pushback and he was blown backwards. Mihawk took a little breath, and this moment's carelessness escaped Zoro's notice, but not Perona's.

Here's another extract from the novel, before the fight scene occurs. Perona is trying to get Mihawk to let her make sangria but he's not budging, and neither is she :milaugh:

Dinner that day was prepared by Mihawk. The sight of the world's greatest swordsman standing in the kitchen wearing an apron was something that only the residents of the Shikkearu Castle would see. You couldn't imagine that he would be standing there, aloof, carrying his cross-shaped sword on his back while inserting a bamboo skewer into a roast chicken from the oven.

Today's menu is roasted and sauteed chicken. Indeed, a menu that pairs well with red wine. The sautee contains plenty of vegetables picked from the fields. The meals in Shikkearu Castle are oddly organic. Once Mihawk got to the dining table, he ostentatiously poured the wine into glasses.

At the bottom of the clear glasses, the red liquid sparkles beautifully. Just by looking at it, the dreamlike flavour comes to life on your tongue.

Seeing Perona's resentful expression, Mihawk looked at her, exasperated.

"It's just wine. Don't make such a pitiful expression."

"Wha-I'm not!"

"You are."

Mihawk lifted the glass to his lips.

"Mm." He stared at her with those hawk-like eyes.

"This is... good wine."

"It is, isn't it!"

Perona brought her face closer to Mihawk's.

"Don't you wanna make this great wine even more tasty? You do, don't you! I propose we make this wine into sangria!"

"No."

"Wha-!"

Startled by the sudden rejection, Perona was briefly at a loss for words."

"There's no need to mix in other things with this high quality wine."

"But adding fruits will make it sweeter and cuter!"

"I'm not interested."

Why!?

Perona sidled up to Mihawk, but was driven back when he replied

"Don't come so close. It's annoying."

She did not give up on hounding him.

"What about trying just one glass of Sangria? Once you try and see how delicious it is, you might change your mind!"

"I'm not changing my mind." came the immediate reply.

Perona ignored him, rolling up her sleeves and grabbing a kitchen knife.

Sangria is made from mixing wine with fruits and sugar. Ideally you'd want to leave it overnight, but even putting the fruits in just before drinking should produce some flavour. Lemon, apple, orange, peach, peel off the skin and chop into bite sized pieces. She'd planned to cut them properly but the end result was messed up. Unlike Zoro who'd cut melons sharply and firmly, Perona could not make such neat cuts.

"Seems like I messed up somehow.."

She tried cutting them various ways but none of them went well. No matter how she cut, they were never the way she wanted them.

"Uwaah! I can't cut them properly!"

What to do? At this rate, Mihawk will take all the remaining wine for himself.



Thanks for taking your time translating this for us, Den.:cheers:
 
The continuation of the fight scene between Zoro and Mihawk! Last time, Perona caught Mihawk with his guard down and she plans to make him pay

"Eat this! Negative Hollow!"

Perona's ghosts laughed emptily 'horo horo horo' as they flew towards Mihawk.

"You screwed up Hawk-Eyes! Get down on your knees and regret the day you were born!"

In that moment, Zoro, who'd been sent flying, resumed his stance and lunged towards Mihawk unexpectedly. Of all the times to do this, he did so while stumbling into the path of the ghosts.

"Ah..."

As soon as she realised, she panicked and tried to stop the ghosts but it was already too late.

With a little swish, the negative hollows passed through Zoro's torso.

"Ooh.."

Zoro dejectedly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry for walking the same earth as everybody else!"

Zoro apologised as though all the wind had been knocked out of his sails, touching his face to the floor and hanging his head.

As he fell to his knees, his raised hips caused his katana sheath to bump into a standing lamp near the wall. The lamp lost balance and fell onto the bookshelf beside it. The books piled on the shelf fell onto the table where the wine was and the bottle fell over, rolled and...

Crash!

"Ah."

The last remaining bottle of wine fell on the floor and broke.

The one saving grace was that the wine bottle broke exactly into two pieces. Thanks to that, a little bit of wine still remained in the bottom of the bottle. There was barely enough to fill half a glass, but it was enough to make all three stop fighting immediately and carry what little wine remained carefully to the dining room.

"Roronoa, pour it more calmly. Swirling it around like that will let the fragrance out."

"Shut up! If you're gonna complain, pour it yourself Hawk-Eyes!"

"Hey! My glass has less wine than yours by about one millimetre!"

Even as the three of them bickered and squabbled, they struggled to save the remaining wine. Zoro carefully tipped the broken bottle, pouring the wine into two shot glasses with Perona watching closely beside him. Mihawk took the fruits that Perona had abandoned mid-cutting, cutting them up properly so they would fit inside the shot glasses. He placed the fruits into one glass, making an impromptu sangria.

"...It is done. This is really, truly, the last glass."

Perona sighed deeply holding her glass of sangria.

"I really wanted to drink more..."

"I should be the one saying that." Mihawk glared at Perona resentfully, holding his glass of red wine.

"You join us in a toast too." Upon Mihawk's urging, Zoro poured himself a glass of carbonated water.

Perona held up her glass of sangria to the light. At the bottom of the glass, Mihawk's perfectly-cut fruit squares rested. When she shook the glass, they began to swirl and dance around. She would never have been able to cut them so beautifully and delicately herself.

To Perona, Mihawk and Zoro were just roommates. Definitely not nakama. Absolutely not. But they weren't strangers either. They'd help her out if she was in trouble, they would share the same wine, work the fields together - their relationship only went that far. Probably.

"Cheers!"

Red wine, sangria and soda water, the three glasses clanged together on the table.



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Seth

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐢
The continuation of the fight scene between Zoro and Mihawk! Last time, Perona caught Mihawk with his guard down and she plans to make him pay

"Eat this! Negative Hollow!"

Perona's ghosts laughed emptily 'horo horo horo' as they flew towards Mihawk.

"You screwed up Hawk-Eyes! Get down on your knees and regret the day you were born!"

In that moment, Zoro, who'd been sent flying, resumed his stance and lunged towards Mihawk unexpectedly. Of all the times to do this, he did so while stumbling into the path of the ghosts.

"Ah..."

As soon as she realised, she panicked and tried to stop the ghosts but it was already too late.

With a little swish, the negative hollows passed through Zoro's torso.

"Ooh.."

Zoro dejectedly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry for walking the same earth as everybody else!"

Zoro apologised as though all the wind had been knocked out of his sails, touching his face to the floor and hanging his head.

As he fell to his knees, his raised hips caused his katana sheath to bump into a standing lamp near the wall. The lamp lost balance and fell onto the bookshelf beside it. The books piled on the shelf fell onto the table where the wine was and the bottle fell over, rolled and...

Crash!

"Ah."

The last remaining bottle of wine fell on the floor and broke.

The one saving grace was that the wine bottle broke exactly into two pieces. Thanks to that, a little bit of wine still remained in the bottom of the bottle. There was barely enough to fill half a glass, but it was enough to make all three stop fighting immediately and carry what little wine remained carefully to the dining room.

"Roronoa, pour it more calmly. Swirling it around like that will let the fragrance out."

"Shut up! If you're gonna complain, pour it yourself Hawk-Eyes!"

"Hey! My glass has less wine than yours by about one millimetre!"

Even as the three of them bickered and squabbled, they struggled to save the remaining wine. Zoro carefully tipped the broken bottle, pouring the wine into two shot glasses with Perona watching closely beside him. Mihawk took the fruits that Perona had abandoned mid-cutting, cutting them up properly so they would fit inside the shot glasses. He placed the fruits into one glass, making an impromptu sangria.

"...It is done. This is really, truly, the last glass."

Perona sighed deeply holding her glass of sangria.

"I really wanted to drink more..."

"I should be the one saying that." Mihawk glared at Perona resentfully, holding his glass of red wine.

"You join us in a toast too." Upon Mihawk's urging, Zoro poured himself a glass of carbonated water.

Perona held up her glass of sangria to the light. At the bottom of the glass, Mihawk's perfectly-cut fruit squares rested. When she shook the glass, they began to swirl and dance around. She would never have been able to cut them so beautifully and delicately herself.

To Perona, Mihawk and Zoro were just roommates. Definitely not nakama. Absolutely not. But they weren't strangers either. They'd help her out if she was in trouble, they would share the same wine, work the fields together - their relationship only went that far. Probably.

"Cheers!"

Red wine, sangria and soda water, the three glasses clanged together on the table.



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Once again thank you for the translation.

This is so amazing. We need more of Perona in our lives for sure:amazing:
 

Light D Lamperouge

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕳𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖓
The continuation of the fight scene between Zoro and Mihawk! Last time, Perona caught Mihawk with his guard down and she plans to make him pay

"Eat this! Negative Hollow!"

Perona's ghosts laughed emptily 'horo horo horo' as they flew towards Mihawk.

"You screwed up Hawk-Eyes! Get down on your knees and regret the day you were born!"

In that moment, Zoro, who'd been sent flying, resumed his stance and lunged towards Mihawk unexpectedly. Of all the times to do this, he did so while stumbling into the path of the ghosts.

"Ah..."

As soon as she realised, she panicked and tried to stop the ghosts but it was already too late.

With a little swish, the negative hollows passed through Zoro's torso.

"Ooh.."

Zoro dejectedly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry for walking the same earth as everybody else!"

Zoro apologised as though all the wind had been knocked out of his sails, touching his face to the floor and hanging his head.

As he fell to his knees, his raised hips caused his katana sheath to bump into a standing lamp near the wall. The lamp lost balance and fell onto the bookshelf beside it. The books piled on the shelf fell onto the table where the wine was and the bottle fell over, rolled and...

Crash!

"Ah."

The last remaining bottle of wine fell on the floor and broke.

The one saving grace was that the wine bottle broke exactly into two pieces. Thanks to that, a little bit of wine still remained in the bottom of the bottle. There was barely enough to fill half a glass, but it was enough to make all three stop fighting immediately and carry what little wine remained carefully to the dining room.

"Roronoa, pour it more calmly. Swirling it around like that will let the fragrance out."

"Shut up! If you're gonna complain, pour it yourself Hawk-Eyes!"

"Hey! My glass has less wine than yours by about one millimetre!"

Even as the three of them bickered and squabbled, they struggled to save the remaining wine. Zoro carefully tipped the broken bottle, pouring the wine into two shot glasses with Perona watching closely beside him. Mihawk took the fruits that Perona had abandoned mid-cutting, cutting them up properly so they would fit inside the shot glasses. He placed the fruits into one glass, making an impromptu sangria.

"...It is done. This is really, truly, the last glass."

Perona sighed deeply holding her glass of sangria.

"I really wanted to drink more..."

"I should be the one saying that." Mihawk glared at Perona resentfully, holding his glass of red wine.

"You join us in a toast too." Upon Mihawk's urging, Zoro poured himself a glass of carbonated water.

Perona held up her glass of sangria to the light. At the bottom of the glass, Mihawk's perfectly-cut fruit squares rested. When she shook the glass, they began to swirl and dance around. She would never have been able to cut them so beautifully and delicately herself.

To Perona, Mihawk and Zoro were just roommates. Definitely not nakama. Absolutely not. But they weren't strangers either. They'd help her out if she was in trouble, they would share the same wine, work the fields together - their relationship only went that far. Probably.

"Cheers!"

Red wine, sangria and soda water, the three glasses clanged together on the table.



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Beautiful. I'll compile all of these translations for the Perona and Mihawk fanclubs, if you don't mind my dude.
 
The continuation of the fight scene between Zoro and Mihawk! Last time, Perona caught Mihawk with his guard down and she plans to make him pay

"Eat this! Negative Hollow!"

Perona's ghosts laughed emptily 'horo horo horo' as they flew towards Mihawk.

"You screwed up Hawk-Eyes! Get down on your knees and regret the day you were born!"

In that moment, Zoro, who'd been sent flying, resumed his stance and lunged towards Mihawk unexpectedly. Of all the times to do this, he did so while stumbling into the path of the ghosts.

"Ah..."

As soon as she realised, she panicked and tried to stop the ghosts but it was already too late.

With a little swish, the negative hollows passed through Zoro's torso.

"Ooh.."

Zoro dejectedly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry for walking the same earth as everybody else!"

Zoro apologised as though all the wind had been knocked out of his sails, touching his face to the floor and hanging his head.

As he fell to his knees, his raised hips caused his katana sheath to bump into a standing lamp near the wall. The lamp lost balance and fell onto the bookshelf beside it. The books piled on the shelf fell onto the table where the wine was and the bottle fell over, rolled and...

Crash!

"Ah."

The last remaining bottle of wine fell on the floor and broke.

The one saving grace was that the wine bottle broke exactly into two pieces. Thanks to that, a little bit of wine still remained in the bottom of the bottle. There was barely enough to fill half a glass, but it was enough to make all three stop fighting immediately and carry what little wine remained carefully to the dining room.

"Roronoa, pour it more calmly. Swirling it around like that will let the fragrance out."

"Shut up! If you're gonna complain, pour it yourself Hawk-Eyes!"

"Hey! My glass has less wine than yours by about one millimetre!"

Even as the three of them bickered and squabbled, they struggled to save the remaining wine. Zoro carefully tipped the broken bottle, pouring the wine into two shot glasses with Perona watching closely beside him. Mihawk took the fruits that Perona had abandoned mid-cutting, cutting them up properly so they would fit inside the shot glasses. He placed the fruits into one glass, making an impromptu sangria.

"...It is done. This is really, truly, the last glass."

Perona sighed deeply holding her glass of sangria.

"I really wanted to drink more..."

"I should be the one saying that." Mihawk glared at Perona resentfully, holding his glass of red wine.

"You join us in a toast too." Upon Mihawk's urging, Zoro poured himself a glass of carbonated water.

Perona held up her glass of sangria to the light. At the bottom of the glass, Mihawk's perfectly-cut fruit squares rested. When she shook the glass, they began to swirl and dance around. She would never have been able to cut them so beautifully and delicately herself.

To Perona, Mihawk and Zoro were just roommates. Definitely not nakama. Absolutely not. But they weren't strangers either. They'd help her out if she was in trouble, they would share the same wine, work the fields together - their relationship only went that far. Probably.

"Cheers!"

Red wine, sangria and soda water, the three glasses clanged together on the table.



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Does Oda write these?
They're done so well.
 
The continuation of the fight scene between Zoro and Mihawk! Last time, Perona caught Mihawk with his guard down and she plans to make him pay

"Eat this! Negative Hollow!"

Perona's ghosts laughed emptily 'horo horo horo' as they flew towards Mihawk.

"You screwed up Hawk-Eyes! Get down on your knees and regret the day you were born!"

In that moment, Zoro, who'd been sent flying, resumed his stance and lunged towards Mihawk unexpectedly. Of all the times to do this, he did so while stumbling into the path of the ghosts.

"Ah..."

As soon as she realised, she panicked and tried to stop the ghosts but it was already too late.

With a little swish, the negative hollows passed through Zoro's torso.

"Ooh.."

Zoro dejectedly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry for walking the same earth as everybody else!"

Zoro apologised as though all the wind had been knocked out of his sails, touching his face to the floor and hanging his head.

As he fell to his knees, his raised hips caused his katana sheath to bump into a standing lamp near the wall. The lamp lost balance and fell onto the bookshelf beside it. The books piled on the shelf fell onto the table where the wine was and the bottle fell over, rolled and...

Crash!

"Ah."

The last remaining bottle of wine fell on the floor and broke.

The one saving grace was that the wine bottle broke exactly into two pieces. Thanks to that, a little bit of wine still remained in the bottom of the bottle. There was barely enough to fill half a glass, but it was enough to make all three stop fighting immediately and carry what little wine remained carefully to the dining room.

"Roronoa, pour it more calmly. Swirling it around like that will let the fragrance out."

"Shut up! If you're gonna complain, pour it yourself Hawk-Eyes!"

"Hey! My glass has less wine than yours by about one millimetre!"

Even as the three of them bickered and squabbled, they struggled to save the remaining wine. Zoro carefully tipped the broken bottle, pouring the wine into two shot glasses with Perona watching closely beside him. Mihawk took the fruits that Perona had abandoned mid-cutting, cutting them up properly so they would fit inside the shot glasses. He placed the fruits into one glass, making an impromptu sangria.

"...It is done. This is really, truly, the last glass."

Perona sighed deeply holding her glass of sangria.

"I really wanted to drink more..."

"I should be the one saying that." Mihawk glared at Perona resentfully, holding his glass of red wine.

"You join us in a toast too." Upon Mihawk's urging, Zoro poured himself a glass of carbonated water.

Perona held up her glass of sangria to the light. At the bottom of the glass, Mihawk's perfectly-cut fruit squares rested. When she shook the glass, they began to swirl and dance around. She would never have been able to cut them so beautifully and delicately herself.

To Perona, Mihawk and Zoro were just roommates. Definitely not nakama. Absolutely not. But they weren't strangers either. They'd help her out if she was in trouble, they would share the same wine, work the fields together - their relationship only went that far. Probably.

"Cheers!"

Red wine, sangria and soda water, the three glasses clanged together on the table.



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Finally perona chan have her sangria made by mihawk....
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