Shin saw through Dracule Mihawk's thoughts at a glance and smiled. "That's because your heart isn't calm enough."
"Not calm enough?" Dracule Mihawk asked in confusion. Naturally, he could not agree with that assessment. When it came to seriousness—or even concentration—he believed few people in this world could surpass him.
Even though he harbored some dissatisfaction, he had never let it affect him while fishing. On the contrary, whenever he fished, he devoted himself to it completely, with no other thoughts in his mind.
Shin nodded. "Yes. The calmness I mean isn't the kind where you focus so hard that you think of nothing. On the contrary, you need to sense and listen. Only when you can hear the voices of all things, when you can truly feel the life within the fishing rod and hook in your hands, will you be able to catch a fish. Do you understand?"
Are you fucking kidding me?! Dracule Mihawk's expression and inner thoughts conveyed the exact same message. After spending so much time with Shin, he had been forcibly transformed from someone who had no idea what sarcasm was into a master of snark.
"I'm not kidding. Take your time and comprehend it properly. Don't worry—the life force in this leaf will ensure you don't starve to death. You'll regain the right to eat once you catch a fish." Shin smiled, paying no attention to the horrified look on Dracule Mihawk's face.
This time, Dracule Mihawk was truly shocked. Anyone who had never experienced endless hunger could never understand what kind of torture it was.
Countless terrifying legends circulated across these seas. Among them, Dracule Mihawk had heard a story about cursed undead. Not only had he heard it; many people across these seas had heard it as well.
It was said