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In this world, is the
destiny of mankind

controlled by some
transcendental entity or law?

Is it like the hand of God hovering above?

At least it is true that man has
no control, even over his own will.

In this world, is the
destiny of mankind

controlled by some
transcendental entity or law?

Is it like the hand of God hovering above?

At least it is true that man has
no control, even over his own will.

At least it is true that man has
no control, even over his own will.

The.

army is enormous.

Well, I've heard this upcoming
battle may end the war.

I certainly hope that is true.

No need to worry.

Midland's army has a
guardian angel watching over it.

Speak of the devil.

Sir, are you setting out?

I am, Minister Foss.

Now that General Urius is dead, you
have become the guardian angel of Midland.

I pray for your success on
the battlefield, Lord Griffith.

I don't know that I'm a guardian angel.

But I will do my best on the battlefield.

These assassinations disturb me.

I am filled with sorrow for both victims,
but the young Lord Adonis was only a boy.

The brutal murder of an innocent
child is surely the act of a demon.

No, it was not the act of a demon.

Huh?

It was the act of a man, I'm afraid.

By the way, Sir Griffith, I
happen to hear a very odd rumor.

An odd rumor?

Yes, that the arrow aimed
at Lady Charlotte in the

hunting field may in fact
have been aimed at you.

At me?

I am no one.

I'm the leader of a band of knights.

According to the rumor, the
assassin was not from the Empire

of Tudor, but someone here, a
member of our very own court.

My goodness.

They say that to men like these,
it matters little where they kill

a man, whether outside of the
sanctuary of the court or within it.

That is an interesting theory.

I will strive to keep any unpleasantness
as far outside the court as possible.

I swear it.

He didn't waver once in conversation.

Could it be he didn't do it?

No, that's impossible.

It would be too favorable an incident
for him, had it been an accident.

For me.

to call a man my friend, he
must be equal to me in life.

In all respects.

Princess Charlotte, is something wrong?

Please, take this.

It isn't a very valuable piece, but
it belonged to the former queen.

My mother.

It was her keepsake, you see.

I cannot accept something so precious.

It wouldn't be right.

No, please.

Carry this with you.

The Lord's Stone is
made of two different

stones, one that is male
and one that is female.

It's been said that the two
stones attract each other,

and the bearers of the two
halves will always be reunited.

If I were to wear the female
stone, and you were to wear the

male stone, I know that you
would return safely from battle.

The stones would see to it.

Please accept this for me.

It's far too precious of
a belonging, Princess.

But I...

Therefore, when I return from the battle,
I will be sure to return this to you.

Please, Sir Griffith.

Be careful.

Come back to me.

You there!

Knight!

Yes!

Please, be sure to guard
Sir Griffith well during battle.

Yes.

With my very life, I swear.

Let's go.

Charlotte!

Mother... And exactly what
is it you think you're doing?

What do you mean?

Don't feign ignorance with me.

You gave that man a present, didn't you?

I don't see that it's any of your concern,
to whom I choose to give what is mine.

Well, it is.

You are a member of the royal family, dear.

And the man you choose to
give your gift to is common.

Be aware of how that
could appear to others.

Be mindful of what your
position represents to them.

But... but Mother... You
are sixteen years old.

You are no longer a child.

Charlotte!

I find it abhorrent to
simply live out my life

for no other reason
than I was born into it.

As expected, the Band
of the Hawk is impressive.

Agreed, Your Highness.

They have overpowered the
enemy's strongest deployments.

That Griffith...
he certainly turned out to be an asset.

I'm glad to hear that.

If only Count Julius were still alive.

Our army is like a bird
who has lost a wing.

The Band of the Hawk have made
themselves even more indispensable.

No!

Not now!

So you're her.

The woman who leads a thousand men.

I've heard much about you.

Well, I'm not impressed.

Women shouldn't play at being knights.

I have no doubt you
earned your rank by

taking your rightful
place in Griffith's bed.

Am I right?

You bastard!

The battlefield is a sacred place.

It's for me!

Men!

You desecrated with your presence.

I, Adon, leader of the mighty
Blue Whale Ultra-Heavy Armored

Fierce Assault Annihilation
Night Corps, shall punish you!

Exister, Casca!

Commander, we're coming!

Stay back!

Cowards!

Letting yourself be led around by a woman!

I hardly call that a fight.

Not surprising for someone
who takes orders from a girl.

Take this!

What's wrong?

Nowhere else to run?

How could someone like you
command a thousand men?

The Band of the Hawk must have
been scraping the bottom of the barrel!

Feisty, are we?

On second thought,
you are quite attractive.

Come back with me to Tudor.

What do you say?

What?

I'll put a thousand men under you.

A thousand Tudor soldiers, so
you can keep them warm at night!

Son of a bitch!

Don't like my offer?

How about this?

You die!

Guts!

What's the matter with you?

You bastard!

Come on.

Anyone will do.

I just feel like swinging my
sword with everything I've got.

You got lucky with that block, boy.

But I doubt your luck will hold.

My spear technique has
been passed down through

the Corvoids' family
for over 140 years!

It's my ultimate secret weapon!

Guns and sent boos!

Guns and sent boos?

Was that it?

What's wrong?

I've never seen you like this before.

You need to focus.

Hey!

Casca!

Casca!

Hey!

Snap out of it!

Casca!

Dammit!

Big sister Casca!

Casca!

I have the guns!

Casca!

That's the last time I swim in full armor!

Dammit.

Where?

Both Guts and Casca.

It's possible they survived.

But I didn't see them come up.

And Guts was injured.

We should send out a
search party straight away.

Sir Griffith, may I remind you
the importance of this battle?

We can't diminish our
numbers by sending

valuable soldiers to
rescue a couple of men.

Besides, aren't they
the highly touted captain

of your raiders and
the female commander?

I'm sure they can handle themselves
and make it back on their own.

You make a good point.

Yes!

I can't let her stay in these.

They're soaked.

What made her think she
could fight with a fever?

Dammit, she's wounded!

Oh, I get it now.

I guess it's hard, being a woman.

Hey there.

Where am I?

A cave down by the river.

We got lucky.

The water saved us.

River...

What the hell are you doing?

You're too weak to be getting up yet!

Your fever hasn't completely broken!

So stay put.

Sorry about the clothes.

I didn't have a choice.

They were soaked through.

I was worried that you
were going to freeze to death.

What's with the look?

Take this.

It's not like... Have
you lost your mind?

Enough!

Cut it out right now!

You ungrateful bitch!

What's your problem?

I just saved your life!

You wouldn't even be alive right
now if it weren't for me, you got that?

I swear to God, if it weren't for the fact
that you're a woman, I'd knock you out!

What was that?

You're always ready to fly off the handle.

And that's exactly why women
aren't cut out to be warriors.

It's not my fault.

It's not like I asked to be a woman.

I hate this.

I didn't ask for your help.

Out of everyone, you're the only person.

I didn't want to be saved.

I told you not to get up!

I guess you really must hate me.

Here, put this on.

I've been wearing it.

Don't worry, it's already dry.

Come on, don't tell me
that you're still crying.

Shut up and don't look at me!

This is pathetic.

I never asked for your help before,
and I sure as hell don't want it now.

So tell me, why did you join the
Band of the Hawk in the first place?

I'd imagine the war must
be pretty rough on a woman.

Not that it's any of my
business, of course.

Griffith.

Huh?

Not because of Griffith.

I was born in a small farming
village deep in the mountains.

The land was barren, and
the crops were meager.

But that didn't keep them from
taxing us heavily for the war

efforts, bleeding us dry and
taking what little food we had.

Frequently, we would eat
nothing for three days at a time.

Each winter, many villagers died of hunger.

Because we were along
the border, the village

itself was often
involved in skirmishes.

We were forced to watch
as they trampled our houses

and destroyed our fields,
powerless to protest.

It was the same in other villages.

We were used to it, having to watch our
lives being destroyed over and over again.

For us, it was just the way life was.

Then, one day, a.

nobleman passed through our village.

And it happened that I caught his eye.

The nobleman offered to
take me in as his servant.

At first, my father hesitated.

But later, he accepted the offer.

I understood why my
father would give me, his

youngest daughter, to
this noble, and I accepted it.

A young girl was of little
use to the family, and

food would go further
with less mouths to feed.

However...

Looking back, I should have expected it.

It seems so obvious to me now.

It was absurd to think a
nobleman would take the trouble

to save a girl from a poor
family out of pure kindness.

Just a daydream of a naive mind.

There is no choice.

This is just the way things are.

Thoughts like these
help me deal with reality.

Do you think somehow you've been chosen
by God just because you're a nobleman?

It was like a moment in a
dream, unreal and divine.

In His mercy, God had sent me
a savior, an angel to defend me.

And for a moment, that's
what I honestly believed.

But what the angel offered me
was not the salvation I expected.

If you have something to
protect, then take up the sword.

I was terrified.

I don't know if he fell on
the sword, or if I stabbed him.

Either way, I had killed a man.

The stranger just looked
at me knowingly and smiled.

It was then that I fully
understood the true

depth of the lesson
that I'd been given.

Griffith, we've cleared everything out.

Don't go!

Please wait!

What should I do now?

Do as you wish.

Please, I want to go with you!

No way.

What do you take us for?

We're not a band of thieves.

We are collecting money and
supplies so that we can raise an army.

We can't be dragging women
and kids along for the ride.

You won't have to.

If you teach me how to
use a sword, then I'll fight.

I beg you.

I think she's actually serious.

Even if it means your death.

As I said before, you're
free to do as you wish.

You must choose which path to take,
now that you know what it means to fight.

It was so little.

A sword and a blanket
is all that he gave me.

But because of that one
day, my life had been altered.

Instead of waiting and enduring,
I now fought for what I wanted.

From then on, I absolutely worshipped him.

I felt...
I felt as though I was in a dream.

An outcast band of commoners
became an invincible army.

It's miraculous, the way we fought.

And even more, our leader was young.

And still innocent.

And his roots were as common as our own.

A miracle.

That's what Griffith was to me.

Somehow, I managed
to make myself a soldier.

By then, the Hawks
had become involved in a

territorial dispute led by
a certain local nobleman.

This nobleman was
well-known and very wealthy.

But he had an infamous
and unsavory reputation,

due to his obvious
preference of young boys.

Officially, these boys
were his hired servants.

The truth of the matter, however,
was he kept them to satisfy his urges.

Their eyes were vacant
and lifeless, filled with fear.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Fear and hatred welled up inside
me, and I was overcome with disgust.

Because I recognized in them
what could have been my fate.

It was the same hand that saved me
then, that he put on my shoulder that day.

His touch never failed to calm my nerves.

I could not bear it.

We saw many battles after that day.

A young boy had joined us as a soldier.

Griffith.

What's that?

They were the boys' belongings.

Griffith?

He so badly wanted to be a knight.

I remember this boy well.

When he looked at me, his eyes filled
with wonder, as though I were a hero.

Was he happy, I wonder?

He died while pursuing his dream.

But I think it was my
dream that killed him.

I've never seen a proud
man's shoulder sink so low.

From that moment on,
Griffith seemed different to me.

It was a few days after we
had returned from that battle.

After nightfall.

Griffith!

No.

You cannot be serious.

Casca, why don't you join me?

Well, I... I'm not...

You think I'm disgusting.

I don't.

Why...

Why were you there last night?

I know.

I took it the wrong way.

It was something else.

It was a meeting for the
War Council, wasn't it?

I mistook it.

No.

There was no mistake.

Why would you do that with him?

For the money.

For the money?

Maintaining an army is quite costly.

Soldiers, horses, provisions and equipment.

None of these are free.

The hawks will grow even
larger and so will their expenses.

I must help my army grow.

And that, I'm afraid,
takes tremendous funds.

So I found someone who is as interested
in me as I am in his substantial fortune.

So we have come to an agreement.

Even so?

You can't!

Why can't things just stay as they are?

I know we could earn the money you need.

We just have to keep winning.

That would take a
tremendous amount of time.

And the more battles we
fight, the more people we lose.

You're thinking about that
boy, aren't you, Griffith?

I'm not.

I came to this conclusion rationally.

Which is the lesser risk for me?

Losing hundreds of my
men in tens of battles?

Or receiving what I need
from some rich old man?

Listen, Casca.

I feel no responsibility to those comrades
who've lost their lives in my service.

Because they chose to fight those battles.

Just as you chose.

Just as I... Griffith?

Just as I have chosen this.

But if there is one thing I can do
for them, for the dead, it is to win.

And keep winning until I attain my dream.

A dream they clung to
and risked their lives for.

Griffith!

Stop it!

I can't just step over the bones
of the dead in order to realize it.

My dream... My dream is
already smeared with blood.

I don't regret.

I don't feel guilty.

But I'd rather sacrifice
myself than watch any

more innocent children die
in the name of my dream.

It's all right.

It was nothing.

Griffith had already recovered himself by
the time he put his hand on my shoulder.

But the sadness wouldn't leave me.

Griffith has a dream that
he refuses to abandon, while

most people have forgotten
about their own dreams long ago.

It is grand and it is pure.

But it is a heavy weight for one man
to carry, no matter how noble he is.

And to make such a dream a reality,
one must inevitably endure terrible things.

He wasn't born strong.

But because of his dream,
he knows that he must be.

I want to be by his side
during every last moment.

If he dedicates himself
entirely to his dream...

If he has to fight to forge his dream...

Then I... I want to be a sword for him.

His strength during battle.

I want to play that important
role in the fulfillment of his dream.

And once, I believed that
my wish would be granted.

But then... you arrived.

Do you even remember
what he said that day on

the hilltop when Griffith
asked you to join us?

I want you to join us, Guts.

The way he spoke.

He had never given such
high praises to anyone.

I was overcome with envy that day.

He barely knew you and yet
he held you in such regard.

I despised you.

I tried to convince myself
that Griffith wanted you

solely for the strength you
would add to the Hawks.

But I see the way Griffith
treats you differently.

He becomes unnerved if you're in danger
and acts impulsively as if... as if...

I'll never forget that because
of you, because of your

recklessness and your
selfishness, Griffith was nearly killed!

I don't care if you drop
dead in the field somewhere.

But if you compromise Griffith's dream,
if you ruin that, I will never forgive you.

Do you hear me?

I can't forgive you for making
Griffith change like he has.

Why you?

Why did he choose you of all people?

Why you?

Guts, what are you doing?

Are you sure they fell near here?

Yes, I'm positive.

They're probably dead by now.

I mean, you saw how high that cliff was.

So what?

Sir Adan said we'd get the reward
money if we found him dead or alive.

Let's look downstream.

The bodies may have drifted there.

We can't afford to stay here any longer.

What's the matter?

Giving up already?

Women.

You're entirely too weak.

I mean, just look at you.

You have no endurance.

You anger too easily.

Just more proof that women
don't belong in a man's war.

You know nothing about women.

Of course not.

I'm a man.

How would I know?

But what I do know is that
we can't afford to be held up

by your female problems or
anything else for that matter.

Understand?

The enemy doesn't care about your
condition, or whether or not you're a woman.

Actually, on second thought,
they might be happy about that.

Let's move.

I shared my story.

Your turn.

What's your reason for fighting?

Best not to talk.

You need to save your strength.

I fight.

I fight because...

Looks like I found you.

Yeah.

Long time no see.

How are things?

It's him.

It doesn't mean I won't
spare you a slow death.

I'll use a Korvowitz torture technique
passed down for over 200 years.

You'll get to experience hell.

One called the Hundred-Year
Convulsive Death.

And as for the woman, I'm sure
my men will know what to do with her.

I'm gonna have to seriously
advise you against that plan.

She'll bite something off.

How dare you!

Get them!

I can still fight.

Alright then.

Damn it all!

There are only two of them!

What are you doing?

Every last one of them is incompetent!

Samson!

Samson!

Son!

I'm here, brother!

He is the assistant commander of the Blue
Whale Super Strong Heavy Assault Knights.

Meet Samson.

He is my younger brother, as well as the
second strongest warrior in my entire unit.

Let them know the awesome power
of the Korvowitz family firsthand!

Ready to fight?

Yeah!

He blocked.

the attack!

Can't be... He beat back every
blow from Samson's great flail.

I see.

He dare not try to dodge them
because of their incredible speed.

No.

With Guts' skill, he
could easily evade those

strikes and rush forward
with his sword drawn.

There's no reason for him
to risk his weapon like that.

He is protecting me.

He's injured.

I see the arrow wound
I inflicted upon you

while you protected that
woman has yet to heal.

Quit dawdling!

The man is injured!

Finish him off quickly!

Now, Samson!

Now!

I want their heads!

Now!

I'm going to clear a path for you.

When I do, make a break for it.

Go!

Now!

Get moving!

I'm not leaving.

I'm not letting you fight
all these men alone.

Don't take this the wrong way.

You will.

And you'll only get my way.

Shoot her!

Aim your arrows at that woman!

On my Mark... Fire!

You are such a fool!

Why do you insist on risking
your life over some stupid woman?

Why, Guts?

Why'd you do it?

Because every sword belongs in its sheath.

Huh?

Go back.

Back to the sheath your master holds.

Go back to Griffith.

Till then, I'll figure out an
answer to your question.

What are you waiting for?

There are only two of them!

They're surrounded!

Attack!

Attack!

Move!

Go on!

Get out of here!

I promised to bring back
some reinforcements.

Until then, don't die.

Don't let that woman escape!

Don't let that woman escape!

You'll be in business with me first.

Before you go chasing after women.

I had no idea the enemy
had anyone this powerful.

My sword has gotten very dull.

You'd better pray you die
quickly, or this could be painful.

It's a hundred men to one!

Get him!

What the hell is he talking about?

Is there no one who wants to avenge Samson?

No, not really.

I can't believe it!

You're knights of Tudor!

Actually, we're mercenaries.

I will pay triple the amount of
the reward I promised for him.

No, make that five times
the amount I promised.

And I'll guarantee you... a
promotion to battalion commander!

Heh, that sounds good.

What should we do?

What do you mean, what should we do?

It's obvious.

Maybe if we got together a group of
four or five men, we could subdue him.

If you're just going to sit around all
day and complain, then I'm leaving.

That's more like it.

Now you're acting like mercenaries.

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Take a look at his left hand!

Let's see him try to swing
around that big sword now!

You just made things more fun for me.

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Heh, heh, heh.

You caused enough trouble there, sister.

Heh, heh, heh.

Bastard!

Heh, heh, heh.

Just give it up.

Tch...

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Grrrr!

Heh, heh, heh.

I can't stand it!

Don't even think about
biting your tongue off.

They wouldn't want you
to die before we're finished.

Go back.

Go back to Griffith.

I won't bite my tongue off.

Oh no, she's not gonna put up a fight?

You can at least resist a
little so we can get turned on!

But... I won't let
you rape me either!

What?

Bitch, I'll tear you limb from limb!

I'd lay off if I were you.

Juno!

You're messing with our only one.

You're a woman.

You'll pay for that.

Unbelievable!

Despite his wounds, he's beaten
nearly half of my hundred men!

So then, he has some skill.

What's that you say?

So there are still fifty
of you left standing.

At this rate, it'll be dawn before I
can crack open all of your skulls.

Don't let up!

He barely has the strength to stand!

Now's the chance to defeat him!

Sorry I was late.

It took quite a while to convince
those generals you needed saving.

Hey!

I'm alright.

He...

Guts...

He... We must hurry!

What happened?

Where is Guts?

He stayed.

So that I could escape.

But he's alone and outnumbered.

We have to hurry, otherwise...

Let's move!

What am I doing here?

In a miserable place like this?

Mirski my life.

Get him!

For what exactly?

They are driven to pursue it.

So driven, they do it
entirely for their own sake.

It's their dream.

I find it abhorrent To
simply live out my life

for no other reason
than I was born into it.

For me to call a man my friend, he
must be my equal in every respect.

There is no time to think.

All there is, is how to cut, how to kill.

That's all.

I have to make it.

This way!

Here it is!

We...

Can this be real?

There's at least a hundred men.

Are you saying...

The captain did this all by himself?

There's...

There's no way.

Guts!

Guts!

Guts!

Captain!

Guts!

Those look like mortal wounds.

Guts!

I said you can't die!

Come on, I know you can hear me.

Wake up!

Guts!

Please stop shaking me.

It doesn't seem to be helping the pain...

Guts!

Guts!

If this wasn't human
fools, they probably thought

it was impossible to
lose to a single man.

With Guts, the Band of the
Hawk has nothing to fear.

He can slay a hundred men!

Let's hear it for the hundred-man slayer!

Clear a path!

Please!

We have an emergency!

Make way!

Put me down.

I can still walk on my own.

Don't move!

You'll make it worse.

Look!

They're really back!

I'll be damned.

He's alive after all.

Guts!

Ha!

Uh... G-G-Owt!

You'll heal faster without anesthetic.

You'll just have to bear it.

Shit.

You're not sewing a torn shirt!

Well then, you'll be happy
to know that I'm finished.

Gah...

It's incredible.

I can't imagine if anyone
else had sustained wounds

like that, that he would
even remain conscious.

So, is he gonna be alright?

Well, we don't have to
worry about him dying.

But he needs total bed rest.

Then what are you
suggesting we do with him?

When the army breaks camp to
move out, you should leave him behind.

Wha-Bullshit.

I'll be there till the end, even
if I have to crawl after you.

Don't be ridiculous.

You'd be endangering your life if
you went on the battlefield like this.

Endangering my life?

I endanger my life
every time I go into battle.

Well then, fine.

Do whatever you like.

Huh.

Well then, everything is settled.

At least the two of you are safely back.

So where is Griffith?

Griffith is at headquarters
for the War Council.

He left early this morning.

He did?

He won't come back until tomorrow.

And they finally came back too?

What bad timing!

Casca, aren't you gonna get looked at?

No, there's no need.

I wasn't wounded.

But you... didn't you have a fever?

What's going on?

To think...
he took out a hundred men all on his own.

I know, it was quite a feat, right?

You guys must have been
really worried about us.

It's a huge relief.

We owe Captain Guts a great deal for today.

You know, it's kind of
a shame, though, that

Boss Griffith couldn't
stick around to join us.

I know he's got that big war
council to attend, but still...

It's just that Big Sis could really
use his support right about now.

Cut it out!

Go back to yours.

Back to the sheath your master holds.

Go back to Griffith.

That's going too far.

What?

Come on, what did I say?

Casca.

Can I borrow you for a moment?

What's the matter?

I just wanted to tell you something
I thought you should know.

When we first thought we lost you two, we
asked Griffith to send out a search party.

Unfortunately, the nobles didn't
quite agree with that course of action.

But in no uncertain terms,
this is what Griffith said.

Those two are vital to
the Band of the Hawk.

I cannot afford to lose them.

You're serious?

Yeah, that's a big deal.

For him to say such a thing
so adamantly to a superior?

I was even a little jealous.

Oh, and by the way, you should use this
to treat Mr. Hundred-Man-Slayer's wounds.

Some kind of medicine?

Back when I used to work
with that entertainment troupe a

long time ago, I actually
met an elf, believe it or not.

He was a friendly little guy, and
this one time when I got a pretty

nasty injury in an accident, he
gave me some of this elf dust.

A real elf?

No way.

Yeah, it's the truth.

Well, there's not a whole
lot of people who still

believe in them these
days, but they're real all right.

And hey, even if you don't believe
in elves yourself, you can believe this.

That dust is guaranteed to work.

It saved me from the brink of death out
in the field more times than I can count.

That's my last bit of it.

And you're just giving it to me?

No worries.

If you think of it more like
one bag of medicine for a

hundred soldiers, that's a
heck of a bargain you're getting.

Thank you, Judo.

And suddenly she's
just like an ordinary girl.

Guts!

I...

There you are.

You're still awake?

You should get some rest.

My body's still on fire
from the battle earlier.

This was the best place
I could find to cool down.

Wha... hey.

Don't move.

The pain is subsiding.

What is that stuff?

It's from Judo.

A secret remedy of his.

Don't fuss, I'll treat your back next.

You know, you don't have to do this for me.

Huh?

I didn't do all that for your sake.

I brought it upon myself.

It's in my nature to cross
swords rather than to run away.

That's all.

You're telling me you
fought a hundred soldiers

only because it's in
your nature to do so?

Yeah.

But to tell you the truth, there was
something I just couldn't get out of my head.

Compared to what you're
trying to do, me fighting

against a hundred
soldiers, it means nothing.

I'm not talking about just you.

I mean Griffith also.

He's got something he'd stake his life on.

And I can't help but be in awe of that.

Compared to the strength of
that purpose, whether I'm fighting

a hundred or even a thousand
men, it hardly makes a difference.

There's no point to any of
it as far as I'm concerned.

That's what I feel.

Guts, I...

Some view, huh?

Huh?

So here's something.

You've met Gaston, right?

He's my second-in-command.

He said once the war is
over, he wants to open up a

clothing shop in Wyndham
with the money he saved up.

I was surprised.

He's more skillful than he looks.

And Nicola asked a woman to
marry him, but she turned him down.

So now he's working
towards getting promoted

to captain so he can
propose to her again.

Even though the others
think it's hopeless, all

of them have a crazy
goal or two to shoot for.

So when I look out to sea, all
those flames glowing in the distance,

it feels like they embody each and
every one of their hopes and dreams.

That's what I see anyway.

A campfire of dreams.

That was poetic.

You almost sounded like
a Princess or something.

Shut up!

Shut up!

But... you're right.

I think it goes even further than that.

Every member of the Band of the Hawk
has a small flame burning within them.

Yes.

Alone they could be snuffed
out with a single breath.

So to keep them burning
on, we cast our flames

together into the biggest
bonfire of them all.

The raging fire.

The inferno that is Griffith.

But, you know, my flame doesn't burn here.

I think I just happened
to cross their campfire.

And wandered up to it only
to warm myself up for a time.

Oh gods.

As long as I have this sword, I'm
confident that I can survive any battle.

And year after year, I prove it to be true.

Before joining the Hawks, I
always survived, no matter

the odds, no matter how
hopeless a losing battle.

And this time was no different.

But as true as that
is, I still feel as though

there's no meaning to be
found in a life such as that.

I've been fighting in battles
for as long as I can remember.

The mercenary leader
who raised me taught me

nothing, nothing, except
how to wield a sword.

This was all I had.

I don't want to die.

That's the only reason I go on.

There's nothing to save
myself for or to give myself to.

I know nothing else.

And at the end of the day, I still
have no idea what my purpose truly is.

So I'd rather let somebody else
determine that for me instead.

The gods.

You...

Who gives a damn?

I've been going on and
on forever at this point.

I'm not even sure why I brought
this crap up in the first place, really.

Pathetic.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Gods, you're not thinking of...

Are you... thinking of leaving the Hawks?

Guts, please.

I said that I would fight this
war to the end, no matter what.

And after that?

What then?

Guts!

Casca!

Griffith has returned to the camp!

He heard that you were safe, so he changed
his schedule so he could be here tonight!

I'm glad you're safe, Sir.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

I went into battle despite my physical
condition that caused everything to go wrong.

I endangered my entire battalion,
and as though that weren't

enough, I put Guts and
his raiders in danger as well.

I'm not worthy to be a commander.

I accept whatever punishment-Idiot!

What the hell are you doing?!

Welcome back.

Alright, let's have a drink!

Here, here!

Are you sure you should
drink in your condition?

Ah, shut up!

The alcohol will disinfect
me from the inside!

That sounds like good medicine!

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing.

Is he serious?

About leaving?

Release!

This is unbelievable.

The fortress of Doldrei is impregnable.

Our men can't even get close.

It's Tudor's Holy Purple Rhino
Knights, led by General Bosco!

Their defense cannot be breached.

The resources of any
forces who strive to do

so will merely be
exhausted in the attempt.

The Garrison stationed
there is the Holy Purple

Rhino Knights, the
strongest of all Tudor armies.

And we've lost much of our forces,
including the elite White Tiger Knights.

We now risk total annihilation.

None of this information is new to us.

The fortress of Doldrei once
belonged to the Kingdom of Midland.

It was a key defense stronghold.

On second thought, their unrest over
Imperial succession gives us an advantage.

They're on the brink of civil war.

Tudor won't be able to use the full force
of their military against an invasion.

Our objective is clear.

The fortress of Doldrei is
Tudor's foothold in our kingdom.

We must defeat them to bring about
the end of this one hundred years war.

And Doldrei is the place to do that.

He's right.

This is a rare opportunity
that we cannot let pass.

Yes, however...

Considering that Tudor
is suffering from internal

unrest, how would you
feel about a full-scale attack?

That is far too risky, my lord.

Morale is the lowest it
has ever been, and many

of our troops are on
the brink of desertion.

Do not forget that we've also lost
much of the White Tiger Knights.

Plus, we will be caught
between their main

army and remnant
forces in our own territory.

We cannot afford to be rash.

If we are, we risk the
annihilation of our entire army.

But keep in mind, if the war
is prolonged, it will mean we

are going to need to raise more
money for additional supplies.

Any additional taxation
will burden the people

and undoubtedly lead
to unrest among them.

Even your invincible band of the Hawk
wouldn't be able to handle this matter.

I could, if I were given the order.

Don't worry, I wasn't...

If your majesty wishes, it will be done.

I won't need a large force.

The band of the Hawk
alone will carry out this attack.

You can't be serious!

Don't be foolish!

How will the band of the
Hawk recapture Doldry alone?

Even the White Tiger
Knights couldn't manage that.

Don't let your confidence go to your head.

You want to put 5,000 horsemen
up against 30,000 troops?

Ridiculous.

It's this type of brashness that
proves you're inexperienced.

For a hundred years,
innumerable distinguished

generals could not
scratch that bridge.

And you think your Hawks
can manage such a feat alone?

What say you, Sir Griffith?

Your Hawks?

Can they do this alone?

It is my command for the
Hawks to capture Doldry.

His majesty has certainly aged.

The Midland army has lost all dignity.

I feel for him, but there
is nothing to be done.

You have quite a high opinion
of that man, it would seem.

I can't help wondering
whether the White Hawk

will rise to the occasion
as you expect he will.

Even if he should fail in this,
after all, there is not a man alive

in Midland's army today who could
ensure victory at Doldry save him.

Certainly.

It's a foolish thing for me
as a man to say, and yet

he seems as though he
stepped forth from a painting.

Beyond all others.

Huh?

Perhaps we have fought
by a hero such as the

like of which comes
once in a hundred years.

A commander beyond all others.

Doldry, huh?

There's no point making
yourself crazy over it.

Whether it's dice or war, if
it's meant to be, you'll win.

Here goes.

No!

Oh shit!

Dammit!

Yes!

You can't win ten times in a row!

You have the devil's own luck, boss.

I'm not quitting until I get
my money back, dammit!

What's wrong?

You look like there's something
that's still bothering you, is there?

No, not really.

Hey, don't worry.

It's not as though we haven't been through
the same thing a thousand times before.

If a self-preserving man like him offered
to do this, the odds must be in his favor.

I just hope that Griffith keeps his head.

Huh?

Do you remember what I
told you a little while ago?

When the... hawks got involved in
that territorial dispute in that region?

Griffith and the...

That nobleman that you mentioned.

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

I quit!

That nobleman was promoted
to governor in a certain empire.

His bribe money spoke the loudest
when they awarded the position.

Wait, you mean...

The governor of the Empire of
Tudor's Northlands, Governor Genin.

That's the title that he currently holds.

The.

hawk?

Yes, sir.

Roughly 5,000 men are on the march.

They expect to take Dolje
with a mere 5,000 men.

What do they hope to prove?

General Baskov.

Sir.

The... The White Hawk Griffith.

He is their leader and I want him alive.

I would like you to bring
the hawk to me unharmed.

Understood.

But your grace, if we kill the
leader of the band of the hawk,

then all of the armies of Midland
will lose any hope of victory.

General Baskov!

Those are your orders.

Yes, sir.

Tell me you're joking.

We're taking on that monstrosity?

The sheer cliff protects the far side.

They've got about 20
catapults in the first two tiers.

Additionally, they'll pelt us with
arrows, boiling oil, and rocks from

above, giving us no choice but
to assault the front gate directly.

And that's where the purple
rhinos will be stationed, correct?

Well, it's not so hopeless, right, Captain?

Guts.

Huh.

Big deal.

It's just like any other
castle, only it's bigger.

Nothing's different.

We follow Griffith's lead like
we always do and we'll win.

Right?

What are they thinking?

Why would they set up formation
with the river behind them?

Don't they understand
basic military tactics?

No matter.

With their numbers, they
can only hold their temporarily.

We'll simply march our
army squarely into their ranks.

Yes, sir.

Griffith.

I've been waiting for you.

General Adan!

We welcome your return!

Anything significant happen in my absence?

Vanguard!

Advance!

Draw!

Vanguard!

Charge!

The.

Vanguard contains 2,000 men
directly under General Griffith.

Why would he divide his army into
two when he only has 5,000 men?

And the General himself
is leading the charge?

I will accept his challenge.

Advance guard, charge!

Crush their first wave to dust!

I.

know knights charge before.

They're too fast!

General, one of their
companies is headed this way.

Do not panic.

He's merely taking
advantage of the mobility of

his light cavalry to break
through our front lines.

Maneuver our heavy cavalry
directly into the enemy's path.

Archers, commence attack from both flanks!

What will you do now, Whitehawk?

This enemy is smarter than we expected!

They're trying to make us break formation!

Dammit, Boss Gordon.

What are you doing?

Griffith could very well
be killed in this mess.

Vanguard, fall back!

Return to the main force!

Move it!

Go straight through them!

Wait!

What?

They're coming back!

The enemy is retreating.

Shall we pursue them?

Interesting.

They had to have known the
consequences of their particular strategy.

Was this part of his plan all along?

What are you up to, Whitehawk?

General Boss Gordon!

What is the meaning of this?

Governor General, sir!

The enemy is retreating!

Will you miss your chance at
victory just to gape at their backs?

No, sir.

But...

Listen up, everyone!

Griffith, the leader of the enemy, is
not to be killed, but to be captured alive.

And any man who succeeds in this will
be rewarded with whatever they desire.

Now go!

Sir, it is not prudent
to make such promises.

It can interfere with
military discipline...

General Boss Gordon,
thank you for your service.

But I will take over
command from here on out.

Your only purple rhino knights are to join
the blue whales, black wolves, and my scorpion

serpent assault knights in pursuing the enemy,
with the objective of capturing Griffith.

But what about the defense of the fortress?

What's the matter?

Did you not understand my order, General?

General, we have no choice.

The Hawks must not be
allowed to fight another day.

So I say kill every last one of them.

Sir, all troops move to pursue the enemy!

Oh boy.

So, we don't have to
take them all on, do we?

Everyone, take formation!

Our backs are to the river.

Retreat is not an option.

You have no other choice than
to lay down your lives on this fight.

This is life or death.

And if we survive, we
will stand victorious!

Yeah!

Whoa!

Huh?

Huh?

They.

should not have realized
what we did just now.

The Blackhawks are having a blast!

We can kill all the monsters in town.

Not all of them.

We'll get to the capital city and
we'll take control of the entire city!

And where are the rest of our men?

You will see the leader of the
Blackhawks on the other side of the river.

He will be our ally in the future, and
in this battle, you and I will be with him.

Good luck.

The enemy is few in number.

Don't give them a chance
to pull any cheap tricks.

We can't keep this up!

If I'm gonna die anyway,
then I choose to die fighting!

Whoa!

Seems like Rick and
this guy completely match!

Who are you?

The captain of the Hawksreaders.

Guts.

The sand is flying everywhere.

I can hardly see a thing.

I don't know why you even bother to try.

I mean, we're in no danger of losing.

I'm far more interested
in figuring out when

we'll finally get some
booze around here.

Everyone else is at
the front lines because

of that reward for
capturing the enemy leader.

But, as luck would have
it, we have to stand...

What is it?

What's wrong?

I don't believe it!

It's the enemy!

Wait, something isn't right.

Oh!

Ser Adan!

We have intruders in the castle.

All clear.

Listen up!

I want the first squad to
seal off the castle gates.

Don't let any enemy
messengers leave the grounds.

Barbier, Benoit, your troops are to subdue
and secure all remaining castle guards.

Hurry!

There isn't a moment to lose!

Griffith's plan is working perfectly.

We can win this.

We can win this.

Foolish woman.

You didn't actually think you'd be able
to hold me captive that easily, did you?

I won't be so merciful this time.

Commander Kosko!

Do not interfere!

He's mine.

This is my fight.

Got it!

You're going... down!

He's strong.

Why has the bus gone taking so long?

Don't let up!

Keep forcing them back!

How.

is this possible?

How is it your swordplay
is better than it was before?

You happened to catch me
when I was a bit under the weather.

But I'm much better now.

That's right!

Commander Kosko's unstoppable!

I've got this!

Hurry up and go secure the castle!

Yes, Commander!

Damn!

This man is incredibly strong.

I feel closer to death now than
when I was slaughtering 100 men.

Either I put everything on the line now...
or I die.

No.

I've been through worse.

This hopelessness is nothing
compared to what I felt then.

Ah!

Guts!

Guts!

So, what's your move, Kosko?

What happened to all that
tough talk from before, huh?

Let me guess.

There were nothing but empty threats!

You aren't swinging your sword!

Is it too heavy for you, woman?

It's the captain of the Raiders!

Fooled again!

Ha-ha!

Ha!

Gah!

Gah!

Well, how did you like the
Corvowitz family's distraction

technique, which has been
passed down for over 1,000 years?

Commander Kosko!

Get away from her!

I forbid you to get involved!

Such pride.

I wonder how proud you'll
be after I have my way

with you right here in
front of your own men.

I'm going to show you the
true joys of being a woman,

and I'll start by tasting
that sweet soft skin of yours!

Ha, ha!

Chew on that, bastard!

That was quite a move!

We'll assist you!

Life's a mess there!

Stuffy is too strong for you!

Ahhhhh!!

Undisciplined fool!

Damn it.

My sword must have
cracked during the last battle.

It is over, boy commander.

Now then.

Guts!

Take that sword!

It.

can't be!

The invincible knight of children of
the Chain of Borsigal was my god!

The invincible knight of children of
the Chain of Borsigal was my god!

He actually beat him.

Damn, boss gone.

I am in command now!

We still have the upper hand!

Hear me?

Fight on!

A fortress?

Impossible!

Your Grace, look at those banners.

No, I don't believe it.

They couldn't have... What's
the matter with you idiots?

Your general is dead.

And look, your fortress has fallen.

So, yeah, I'd say you're lost.

Run out!

Let them hear our victory!

It's about time!

Yeah!

Grant no mercy to any who show opposition!

What are you fools doing?

I didn't give the order to retreat!

I am still in command here!

You will hold your ground!

Turn around and fight!

Hey!

Come back!

I told you to come back here!

It's been a while, hasn't it, Lord Ganon?

Oh, Griffith.

I've waited so long.

Come here.

Let's have a look at you.

Come closer.

Those eyes.

Your gaze is the same as it was that night.

What's wrong?

Why are you so quiet?

We may be on opposite
sides of the war, but not

a day has gone by that
I haven't thought of you.

That I haven't looked for your shadow.

Do you understand?

G-Griffith!

I...

Why that look?

I...

Don't say you resent me for some reason.

You mustn't.

...

I do not bear you any ill will, Your Grace.

In fact, it is quite the opposite.

For you see, by using you, I was able to
provide for hundreds of my subordinates.

And they did not have to risk
their lives on the battlefield.

So you could even argue
that we owe you our very lives.

Griffith, but you're... I took advantage
of an opportunity and it just so

happened it was you
that was there at the time.

I simply picked up a
pebble that was lying in

my path and by mere
chance that pebble was you.

You bastard!

At any rate, a chattering pebble is
quite a nuisance, as you can imagine.

But I'm sure you'll be fine.

Are you all right?

Don't worry about me.

You must check to see if there are
still any enemies remaining in the castle.

Yes.

All right, get moving.

We've got a job to do.

Yes, sir.

Hey, are you hurt?

Just a scratch.

But to tell you the truth, I...
I could really use your shoulder.

Amazing.

Hey.

I always feel this way.

Whenever I see Griffith surrounded
by his comrades like that, my

heart is filled with sorrow because
he seems so far away from me.

Beyond my reach.

I disagree.

What are you doing?

It's time to go and greet your commander.

No, it couldn't have been.

The time of the great eclipse draws near.

Soon the demon kings will descend.

To be continued... To.

be continued...

On.

the next.

episode...

Take the moonlight by the
tent or any side, just shut it.

What is there?

It's just the same.

What is dry?

Your crown.

I'm spanning my grass,
walking back somewhere.

My grass, you're fading.

I'm waiting so long.

I'm waiting so long.

I'm waiting so long.

I'm waiting so long.

I'm waiting so long.

I'm waiting.

On the.

road that I thought would continue, on the
road I thought would continue, I was supposed

to hold your hand at the same time, yet the
shadow has suddenly opened course of me.

I'm searching for it.

I left everything behind.

A little pause... and we are back.

A.

little pause... and we are back.