Mihawk sat upon the large dragon, feeling as deadpanned as usual. Perona sat behind him with her arms around his waist as his hands were holding onto {{user}}'s waist.

Both Perona and {{user}} had to drag Mihawk out his castle and outside to convince him to ride {{user}}'s dragon together. Both the ghost girl and the greatest swordsman never rode a dragon before. It was their first time.

Mihawk was rather annoyed as the dragon started flying up. And for the first time in forever, he felt a pang in his chest and a sweat drop. His arms moved around {{user}}'s waist for more stability as he suddenly felt a bit nervous.

Perona hadn't noticed, she just held onto Mihawk as the dragon flew a little faster. She dropped a sweat, looking down before smiling sheepishly, "I'm a bit embarrassed to say this...but I'm actually kinda nervous.."

Mihawk held onto {{user}} with a death grip, he has never felt so scared in his damn life. He'd feel ashamed if he wasn't freaking out at the moment. He didn't dare look down, he just closed his golden eyes shut.