[Mihawk x Reader] The strongest swordsman who was raised by a witch

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"If my memory serves me right, you said you want nothing to do with the outside world, mentor." Mihawk pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at the mini him who was trying to cling onto his mentor even tighter while glaring back at him.

"Thou art correct. It is true I do not find it pleasant to get involved with the outside world's problems." The witch answered, her hand was busy pinching the mini Mihawk's cheek in order to distract it from the tension it shared with her pupil as it slightly tried to avoid her hand.

"Then why did you kidnap it here?" Mihawk got straight to the point, he was clearly growling not at her but at the Seraphim "You just got yourself announced to the world."

"No, I did not. I made sure no one saw me."

"Obviously, you did." Mihawk sighed heavily "My colleague's underlings just caught a glimpse of you taking it away from its island. And if anything is worse, it is the government's property." He could hear Yidhra's gasps of surprise, and he'll be damned. How could his mentor not be aware of what she brought home, she wasn't that... ignorant, he believed "Answer me, mentor. Why did you bring it home?" Mihawk sounded like an elder scolding a descendant with his seriousness and disappointment.

The witch could be carefree and unreliable sometimes, even when he was just a child under her wings. Their roles would be reserved temporarily as Mihawk learned to take care of Yidhra, and he soon found out he enjoyed that. But seriously, the witch just constantly got on his nerves either scaring him or annoying him, she always made excuses for him being a child, and refused to elaborate any further. But now? He was a grown man and he had gained his voice. The witch must understand that he just wanted to keep her safe and her wish to live in solitude.

"Because it looks like thee, dalta." Yidhra answered with an innocent expression, she believed her motives were nothing wrong, except that the mini Mihawk belonged to the government.

"...You can't take it home because it looks like me." Mihawk sounded helplessly, but some parts of him felt joyful for he had a place in her heart. However, this thing was not him. He could not risk it remaining by Yidhra's side in his absence "And I doubt that the most practical reason you took it is because it takes the form of my child self."

"Well, I admit that is true. Thou art adorable in thy childhood, dalta." The witch accepted it without shame and hesitation, making the strongest swordsman fight hard between embarrassment and jealousy.

O Dios. His mentor and her obsession with his child self.

"With my utmost sincerity, mentor. You must return it to where it comes from."

The witch was unhappy judging from the look on her face by the fact that she couldn't keep the Seraphim, and it didn't make things easier as it insisted on clinging to Yidhra like a child doesn't want to be separated from its mother. It even looked at her with its star iris like the look of a puppy, making her expression go soft.

"Yidhra, no." Mihawk immediately interrupted whatever the Seraphim was planning. He always respected his mentor and did not often use her name, unless it was a critical situation or......

Anyway, he must not go soft on her with this problem but he also knew his mentor wasn't the type who preferred things the hard way. He sighed and walked towards her, taking one of her free hands in his "Mi querida, I do not wish to bring any harm to you, especially things involving the government. I know that you're a strong individual and wish nothing but to stay hidden for the rest of your life. So to do that, you must not keep it by your side. It's not even human and the government probably put a tracker device on it."