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[music playing]

[music playing]

-Ready!

MALE SPEAKER: Move it, hurry!

-All right, men.

Get in position!

Forward!

MALE SPEAKER: Fire at will.

[music playing]

-Charge!

Bring me the general's head.

You will be handsomely
rewarded if you do.

-His head is mine.

-Hey, wait for--

-It's Bazuso.

-He can kill 30 men at once.

-I heard he fought
a bear and won.

-So?

Who wants to feel
my legendary axe?

Come on!

-Quit your dawdling.

What are you
cowards waiting for?

Someone defeat him?

-You go.

-No, you do it.

MALE SPEAKER: He must be joking.

They're not paying
us enough for this.

-You are all cowards!

-No response?

Have your balls shrunk so high
they're caught in your throat?

Come on, men!

Show no mercy!

Gouge out their eyes.

Pull out their innards.

We'll feed them
to the pigs later.

Huh?

MALE SPEAKER: Who is this?

MALE SPEAKER: He's just a boy.

MALE SPEAKER: What's
with that sword?

MALE SPEAKER: It's
just for show.

He's gonna be slaughtered.

MALE SPEAKER: No
one can beat Bazuso.

-10 pieces.

-What?

-That's what I want
for this iron oaf.

We're mercenaries, not knights.

At the end of the day,
you can't eat glory.

MALE SPEAKER:
Disrespecting Sir Bazuso.

-Very well, boy.

Go on, defeat him and seven
silver coins will be all yours.

-What a cheap bastard.

Fine, then.

-You'll regret this, boy.

You'll be sorry when
you lose your head

for seven pieces of gold--

MALE SPEAKER: He's
forcing Bazuso back!

-All right,
you had your fun, boy.

[music playing]

No, wait.

I yield to the better man.

Please have mercy on me!

-Bazuso's dead.

-Now their morale is broken.

Charge!

MALE SPEAKER: That
guy's really something.

I wonder what mercenary
band he's with.

-Give me a break.

He's not so impressive.

We got here late is all.

-Blame the stupid general.

It's not our fault.

-Hey there, Griffith.

I wonder which one
of you is stronger.

-Don't be an ass, Corkus.

No one can match
Griffith's strength.

[music playing]

NOBLEMAN: Next.

Here's your two months' pay.

And of course,
there's the reward for Bazuso.

Now, will you reconsider
serving me on a regular basis?

I'll give you three
times the pay,

and you might even
have the chance

to become a squire one day.

Wouldn't that be nice?

For common mercenaries like
us, becoming a squire?

Well,
it's like a dream come true.

-Dream?

You can't eat dreams.

NOBLEMAN: Wait.

I-- I can guarantee
you money and rank.

What could be the
problem with that?

-You don't own me.

No one cages me in.

-Who's next?

-Bandits, huh?

[music playing]

-All right.

Go get him!

Shit!

Now you've done it.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

He's strong,
unbelievably strong.

-We're getting
killed down there.

-Now what?

I bet Corkus is
shitting himself right

about now, and with good cause.

-He's even better
than we thought.

-Yeah.

I guess taking out Bazuso
wasn't just a fluke.

-What are we gonna do?

-Told you so.

GRIFFITH: Casca, go help him.

-Why should I?

This is all Corkus's fault.

Yeah, I get it.

-Go. You can take him.

-Me? This was your idea.

Damn it!

No, no, no!

-Everyone get back.

-Thanks!

CASCA (VOICEOVER): What's
with the size of that sword?

-A woman.

-Bastard!

-Casca's on the defensive.

-I can't believe it.

This is crazy.

CASCA (VOICEOVER):
I'm gonna die.

CASCA: Griffith!

Careful, Griffith.

This one's stronger
than he looks.

-Griffith?

-It's all over for you
now, you bastard.

-Have at him, Griffith!

-Will you put up your sword?

I see.

-Too fast.

Shit.

-You got him with
a single stroke.

-Griffith.

[music playing]

-On your feet.

On your feet unless
you want to die here.

On your feet!

BOY: Look.

He did it. [inaudible].

Look.

Gambino, say it's not true.

MAN: This is all your fault.

You should have died.

You should have died!

No!

[inaudible]

This is how he pays you back?

Gambino, is it you?

You're alive.

Gambino!

[music playing]

-Hey, wait a minute.

What's going on here?

Where am I?

And why are you here?

-You bastard!

Griffith should have left
you to die out there!

-Why you little bitch--

-And that was for my horse.

-Damn it.

You lousy bitch!

-Check.

-No!

JUDEAU: You should
be grateful to Casca.

You lost so much blood you'd
gone cold and were shivering.

To warm you up,
she lay with you for two whole days.

-She what?

JUDEAU: It was
Griffith's orders.

He told her that it's a woman's
duty to keep a man warm.

-Judeau, you almost got me!

-Sorry about that.

GRIFFITH: So you're
awake at last.

-Oh, hey, uh,
good morning, Griffith.

[music playing]

-I am the leader here, Griffith.

And you are?

-I'm Guts.

-Hmm, a great weapon.

It's a bit much for me, though.

Would you care to
join me for a walk?

-Morning, Griffith.

-Morning.

-Sir.

-Griffith.

-Morning, sir.

-Sir.

-Seems you're
popular around here.

-Hey, look.

-Huh?

-Ah, that smells great.

Huh?

Son of a--

Well, well,
look who's up and about.

-Griffith?

-I'm not really used to this.

Who are you people?

-The Band of the Hawk.

Have you ever heard of us?

-Yeah.

They say the Hawks are
the last mercenaries

you'd want to run
into during battle.

They were a pain in the ass
during that last castle siege.

So these are the Hawks.

-That's right.

We're the Band of the Hawk.

[music playing]

Quite a view, isn't it?

GUTS: Tell me why.

Why didn't you stab me
through the heart back there?

It would've been easy for you.

-Since I first saw you,
I knew I wanted you, Guts.

-Great.

Does that mean you
want me in that way?

-I watched your duel with
Bazuso at the castle.

You were magnificent.

That said, it was a close fight.

If it wasn't for that crack
in Bazuso's battle axe,

I am certain that
you would have lost

your head to his final strike.

-Probably.

-I like your honesty.

Judging by the way you
fight, you're

trying to find what
your own limits are.

It appears to me
that you deliberately

put yourself in harm's way and
seek meaning in your existence

by battling to preserve it.

That's what I felt.

I find you fascinating.

That's why I want
you to join us.

[music playing]

-What happens if I say no?

-You'd refuse?

-Of course I refuse!

Don't talk like
you know so much!

Don't treat me like a
friend after stabbing me.

It pisses me off!

We settle this with swords.

If I win, I put a hole in
your chest as big as this one.

-And what happens if I win?

-You can have whatever you
want-- my sword or my ass.

-All right.

I rather enjoy settling
things by force.

CASCA: Griffith!

-Don't interfere.

Stay back.

-But Griffith--

-No matter what it takes,
I will have what I want.

-It's that superior attitude
of yours that makes me sick!

-Look, they're fighting.

-That idiot's never gonna learn.

-Stay back, everyone.

Griffith said not to interfere.

-We could always
suspend our duel,

at least until you've
fully recovered.

-Shut up!

-Griffith!

-I enjoy the way you
fight, my friend,

and the lengths you'll go to.

But now you can't wield
your sword unless I move.

If you like,
now would be a good time to submit.

GUTS: You know,
you talk too much.

It's my turn to
tell you something.

In battle,
this is how you use your mouth.

-Griffith!

GUTS: So how do you like
the taste of your own blood?

What's wrong?

Is this the first
time anyone's managed

to mess up that
pretty face of yours?

MALE SPEAKER: Yeah, come on!

CORKUS: Beat a lesson into
that thick skull of his!

-Didn't want to show up
in front of your own men,

but you're going down!

-Yeah!

-Griffith's got him pinned.

-Does that hurt?

Alas, my friend,
I'm afraid this fight is over.

Admit defeat or I'll be forced
to dislocate your shoulder.

It's up to you.

Now choose.

-You bastard!

CORKUS: Oh, that's got to hurt.

Well, that's what you get.

-From now on, you belong to me.

CASCA (VOICEOVER): Never.

Griffith has never said anything like
that, not to anyone.

-So what, I'm a member of
the Band of the Hawk now?

Is that it?

GRIFFITH: Guts,
I will need your assistance

with something-- something
which is most precious to me.

I will have my own kingdom.

And I shall decide where you
will ultimately die, Guts.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Hold your formation.

We'll show those Tudor dogs
what Midland is made of!

-Head them off.

Kill anything that moves.

The Black Ram Iron
Lace Heavy Cavalry's

inflicting terrible damage.

I beg of you, your majesty,
you must withdraw from the field.

It is no longer safe here.

-Who can save us?

Who can stop the march
of Tudor's black devils?

-Charge!

We will take the king's head in
the name of the Black Ram Iron

Lance Heavy Cavalry!

That fool.

He's gonna fight
us all by himself?

As he wishes.

I'll trample him to dust.

-What?

He killed General Gien
with just one swing.

[music playing]

-He's only one soldier.

Surround him!

-But, sir-- what's this?

-We're being flanked!

Is that Band of the Hawk?

-The grim reapers
of the battlefield.

But why?

Why do they fight for Midland?

-Tudor's forces are retreating
from the battlefield?

-Absurd.

One mercenary band cannot change
the tide of an entire battle.

-These Hawks,
are they so strong?

-Yes.

They were well worth the
hire, your majesty.

-They're common mercenaries
executing an ambush.

You need not praise
them so highly.

-However, the fact remains that
they defeated the Black Rams

when we could not.

-They executed their strategy
flawlessly, along with the way

they anticipate the enemy.

Impressive, uh--

-Tell me, who leads these men?

-I believe he is
called Griffith.

-Griffith.

-There, there.

RICKERT: Guts.

That was amazing, Guts.

-Nicely done,
even if it was a bit reckless.

-I apologize.

I shouldn't have
charged in there alone.

-Oh, and we're just
supposed to accept that?

-Yeah, don't apologize, captain.

It's not like you.

-Regardless,
today is a victory for the Hawks,

and a celebration is in order.

-All right.

Follow me, boys.

-I'm with Corkus.

JUDEAU: Guts is the
man of the hour.

-Hey, Guts.

We need to talk.

Can I have you
alone for a moment

if you're not too busy, captain?

What the hell were you thinking?

GUTS: About what?

CASCA: Don't give me that.

You were supposed to be a decoy.

That was the plan.

But you just had to go out
there and charge them head on

like you were some kind of hero.

Well you know what?

You may not be so
lucky next time.

And if you don't watch
it, that ego of yours

could put all of the
Hawks in serious danger.

So I would suggest that
you remember your position

next time.

-I apologize.

It won't happen again.

-You always say that.

You're so insincere.

You haven't changed a single
bit in these last three years.

All you care about is swinging
your sword against anyone

you possibly can.

You don't care at all about
the lives of those me you lead.

You're just a mad dog!

-You're wrong!

I'm not like I used to be!

I care about the Hawks.

I do!

GRIFFITH: That's enough.

Calm down, you two.

CASCA: Griffith.

-I'll speak to Guts
alone for a moment.

-You're way too soft on
him, Griffith.

-The two of you are
fighting like cats and dogs.

-Give me a break.

Casca's the one who
refuses to get off my back.

GRIFFITH: Hard to believe that
three years of fighting side

by side hasn't changed a thing.

GUTS: Three years, huh?

GRIFFITH: Yes.

It's been that long since our
duel, Guts.

That was quite a fight we had.

That's the way fights should be.

Come on, let's go.

You're the reason
we're celebrating.

-Griffith.

I apologize about the battle.

-When you fight and how
you fight is all for me

because you're mine.

NOBLEMAN: Have you heard about
the one they call Griffith?

NOBLEMAN: Indeed I have,
and I find it most upsetting.

NOBLEMAN: But the
Hawks have been

a great help on the
battlefield, and thanks to them

we've not suffered
a single defeat.

NOBLEMAN: They are still
common mercenaries.

Their loyalty is
bought and sold.

NOBLEMAN: True.

And when these
times of war pass,

men like them will
turn to banditry.

It's outrageous to bestow
such an honor upon a plebeian.

NOBLEMAN: But we must take heed
in the way we utilize them.

Who knows what the
consequences will be?

But alas,
without the Band of the Hawk,

I fear Tudor's forces would
be knocking at our gates.

NOBLEMAN: Perhaps his majesty is
not acting so rashly after all.

NOBLEMAN: Impossible.

You can't be serious.

NOBLEMAN: Indeed.

The thought of raising a
commoner to the peerage?

If nothing else,
it is most irregular of his majesty.

NOBLEMAN: There's more.

I've heard the Band of
the Hawk will take up

the vanguard in the war effort.

NOBLEMAN: That honor is for
Count Julius and his White

Dragon Knights.

NOBLEMAN: He's being relieved.

NOBLEMAN: Most likely because
his ransom was too great

after Tudor took him prisoner.

Is it not?

MALE SPEAKER: Sir,
the enemy count is dead.

Guts and his raiders are inside
mopping up the stragglers.

-Hmm,
why is this taking so long?

This shouldn't be a
problem for Captain Guts.

-Why didn't you
report to me sooner?

-You see, someone talked about
checking out some treasure deep

inside the castle.

But then--

-Yeah, it was real quiet
until the screaming started.

-Then no one came back.

-Look, they're my men.

Let go of me, Gaston.

-Captain,
at least ask Sir Griffith

for some reinforcements.

-Contact Griffith
and you're dead.

-Please, don't--

-No one follows me!

[music playing]

What the hell happened to them?

[screaming]

What the hell?

What is that?

-Nosferatu Zodd?

-Yeah.

There's a rumor
that Zodd sometimes

fights alongside
the enemy's lines.

-Did you say Zodd?

You mean the legendary warrior?

-Yeah.

He's taken the heads of
hundreds, sometimes thousands,

in battle.

-However, that is not the
only reason that he's feared.

According to accounts
of his exploits,

he's been around
for over 200 years.

RICKERT: 200 years?

JUDEAU: And that is why people
call him Nosferatu Zodd.

-He's strong.

Too strong.

-That was very impressive.

You were able to withstand
my attacks successfully.

-All right.

So the swords themselves
are evenly matched.

ZODD: Interesting.

You aim to sunder my sword.

This is the first time I
have ever been so deeply cut

from a blade wielded
by a mere human.

To feel like this again.

To fight an opponent like you.

This is what I've
been waiting for.

I have soldiered on for 300
years to meet someone like you!

-It's impossible!

There's now way a monster
like this can exist.

-Fight me!

Do not disappoint me.

[music playing]

Giving up already?

Is this the limit
to your strength?

Well, so be it.

I suppose you've done
admirably for a mere human.

MALE SPEAKER: Is it Zodd?

-Stay focused!

Second volley.

Fire!

-Inexcusable.

I will forgive no one
who interrupts our fight.

-Get out!

-Casca,
I want you all to pull back.

CASCA: Griffith?

What are you doing?

-Guts.

-You idiot.

Why'd you come?

-You can complain
all you like after we

escape from that monster.

-Fight me.

You must fight me until
your bodies are torn apart!

-Griffith!

-Can you move?

-I'll die if I don't.

-Then you take the left.

Go!

-Guts, we have to run!

-Griffith!

ZODD: Amazing.

I found two men who
are able to wound me.

What a shame I'll have to
destroy them both at once.

-Stop!

Don't you dare.

Don't touch him!

-Farewell, human.

Take your last breath.

This cannot be!

The Egg of the King!

A man like this possesses
the Crimson Behelit?

So that's their ploy.

Human, I will leave you
with this bit of advice--

or rather,
I will foretell your doom.

If you believe this man
to be a true friend,

and if you regard
him as a brother,

then know this-- when this
man's ambition crumbles is when

you will face your death,
a death you can never escape.

[music playing]

-What the hell was that?

-A demon?

GUTS: What the hell?

What was that about?

A true friend and my death?

I don't get it.

What does it mean?

CASCA: Griffith!

Speak to me!

-Griffith!

Are you all right?

-You keep away!

This is all your fault!

You put Griffith in danger
and almost got him killed!

It's because of you!

CASCA (VOICEOVER):
You haven't changed

a single bit in these
last three years.

You're just a mad dog!

This is all your fault!

You put Griffith in danger
and almost got him killed!

It's because of you!

-She pisses me off.

What a bitch.

GRIFFITH: You're
certainly on edge.

And to think,
you were beaten more soundly than I.

I swear,
you're nothing if not tough, Guts.

GUTS: Nosferatu Zodd.

A monster like that
shouldn't exist,

at least not in this world.

GRIFFITH: Perhaps.

But on the other
hand, that's proof

that there's something
beyond human understanding

in this world.

GUTS: Huh.

-Something akin to a god?

-More like a devil,
don't you think?

-Is there really a difference?

GUTS: That reminds
me-- it was because

of that thing around your neck.

-Hmm?

Oh.

-Nosferatu Zodd,
he took off as soon

as he recognized that thing.

So what is it, anyway?

-A Behelit.

Actually,
I got it from an old fortune teller

when I was just a boy.

She said,
once you possess this, you

are destined to rule
the world-- in exchange

for your flesh and
blood, that is.

-Huh.

Rule the world, huh?

You should be more
careful with it.

That thing is creepy.

-Nice, huh?

-Damn it, Griffith.

You aren't ever gonna
change, are you?

-I will never change.

Not ever.

[music playing]

GUTS: Tell me something.

-Huh?

-If I'm just one
of your soldiers,

why would you risk
your life for me?

-No reason in particular.

Am I obliged to give
you a reason every time

I put myself in harm's
way for your sake?

-Uh, no.

It's just--

KING: Seems your
recovery is going well.

-Your majesty.

Guts, get down.

-You!

Show respect for your king.

Kneel down.

-Hmm?

KING: Never mind
the formalities.

Up, up.

I am always proud
whenever you so

capably lead the Hawks
to another victory.

-You are too kind.

JULIUS: Perhaps your
majesty should not

address someone so
new to the peerage.

-I shall address whom I like.

To be honest,
many in the court are

displeased by the effect
men of common birth

will have on the
Midland army's prestige.

However,
neither prestige nor status

brings us triumph
on the battlefield,

so I must depend on exceptional
people rather than generals

chained by tradition.

-I am much obliged,
your majesty.

My sincerest gratitude.

Who is that lady over there?

-Oh, why,
that is my daughter Charlotte.

She by her own account is
frightened of haughty warriors

and rarely leaves the palace.

Charlotte, join me, please.

Because she is my only daughter, I

fear that I may
have spoiled her.

Please excuse her,
Count Griffith.

All right.

Come along, Charlotte, my dear.

[music playing]

-Are you all right, my lady?

Pardon me, but be careful,
Princess Charlotte.

-Uh, I, uh--

-What insolence,
laying hands on the princess!

-Hey, old man.

-Won't you please
pardon my ill manners,

your lordship General Julius?

-Now that's more like it.

Come, princess.

Let's not keep your
father waiting any longer.

-Uh, yes, I'm coming, uncle.

GUTS: Why do we have to
waste our time watching

these nobles screw around
and play games, anyway?

This is ridiculous.

JUDEAU: We've got no choice.

It's our duty now.

Besides, this is easier than
fighting on a battlefield.

No stray arrows,
no heads split open.

It's not without its perks.

-I'd still rather be
out on the battlefield

swinging this around.

CORKUS: You bloodthirsty loon.

-Aw, come on, Corkus.

-Shut up!

Don't you know that serving
as escorts for the fall hunt

is an honor that is
normally reserved

for the most
well-connected knights?

We've had to run around
muddy battlefields for years

to finally gain real status
and get to this point!

So yeah,
how dare you talk that way?

-Corkus, stop.

-You really enjoy risking your
life that much, then fine.

But do it alone.

I want none of it.

-Well, as they say,
it takes all kinds.

Your grace.

GRIFFITH: Do you
dislike hunting?

-Tell me something, my lord.

Why are most men so
preoccupied by bloodshed?

Hunting and war are both--

[squeaking sound]

-Hold it like this,
then place it softly.

-Your grace?

-Not yet.

We must exercise patience.

MALE SPEAKER: Run
it out of the bush!

[music playing]

-Please, someone help!

-You're safe now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shh, easy.

Have you injured
yourself, my lady?

What is the matter, Princess?

-I'm so terribly frightened.

My heart has never beat
so fast in my life.

Never before have I--

-But you no longer seem
frightened, Princess.

Shall we had back now, my lady?

Everyone must be worried.

GUTS: Griffith!

Griffith!

-Ah.

Over here.

-Griffith!

Damn it!

-Griffith!

-Hey, Princess,
what the hell just happened here?

Where'd that arrow come from?

Tell me!

-You're hurting me!

-Griffith?

Please, no.

-Casca, don't cry.

FEMALE SPEAKER:
Griffith's alive?

MALE SPEAKER: I
don't believe it.

RICKERT: What happened?

-But how have you
not been wounded?

-Do not touch the tip.

It's most likely poisoned.

-Does that mean that you'll--

-I'm fine.

Thanks to this,
the arrow never pierced my flesh.

-It's the Egg of the King.

-It's like a miracle.

MALE SPEAKER: I think it is.

-It's more like the
luck of the devil.

JUDEAU: Someone must
be watching over you.

-I'm gonna search the
surrounding brush with my men.

Let's go.

-Griffith, perhaps you
should remove your armor.

If you have even
a little scratch--

-A high price to
pay for this poison.

-What's the matter with her?

JULIUS: Shameful,
that's what you are.

How can you ever hope to take
over command of my invincible

White Dragon Knights
when you are so weak?

That's enough for today.

-No, wait.

Father, I can keep going.

I'll prove it.

-Master Adonis,
come inside and let me treat your wounds.

You know, your father had
a very harsh upbringing.

And now he has the pressures
of raising you on his own.

Try not to think too poorly of
him, huh?

GUTS: You want me to kill a man?

Who?

-The man presently next in
line to the throne, the general

of the White Dragon
Knights, Count Julius.

The reason is this--
this arrow was

dipped in a unique poison,
one his family alone

has employed for generations.

What I'm talking about
is an assassination.

It's dirty work,
and you cannot fail.

You must not be seen, either.

Because of the nature
of this mission,

you're the only
person I can ask.

Will you agree to my request?

GUTS: This is not like you.

You should cut all
this polite crap

and order me to do your
bidding like you always do.

HASSAN: Your lessons of late
have become a bit harsh.

Remember,
Adonis is but a young boy.

JULIUS: That's enough, Hassan.

Adonis won't remain
a child forever.

And as my successor,
he will carry great responsibility

on his shoulders.

-But your grace--

-That will be all, Hassan.

Not only did I
fail, but that man

was credited with
risking his own life

to protect the princess.

[creaking sound]

Damn wind.

Hey, Hassan.

Huh?

Intruder!

I know you.

You're one of Griffith's--
one of Griffith's men.

GUARD: It came from up there.

Intruder!

Stop where you are!

-Look over there!

Lord Adonis!

-You bastard!

-Damn it.

GUARD: He can't have gone far!

Find him.

Find him!

-Oh, Lord Adonis,
this is too cruel.

Is there no mercy?

Get him!

Do no let that intruder
out of this house alive!

-There, on the western parapet!

Cut off his escape!

Archers, fire!

-While we're here,
I bet Griffith

is enjoying a succulent
meal right now

at the princess's soiree.

JUDEAU: Yeah,
but that bunch is no fun.

Who wants to worry
about observing

all those formalities?

You can't relax.

-I don't care about that.

What's a little stress when
he gets to eat fine food

and enjoy the perks of
count-hood while tasting

the fruits of a noblewoman?

CORKUS: Somehow I have a feeling
that Princess Charlotte's ball

isn't that kind of party.

RICKERT: Hey,
does anyone know where Guts is?

I haven't seen him
since this morning.

-That loon is probably out
playing with his sword ,

as usual.

CASCA: Pippin, top me of.

Our two companies were scheduled
to have joint drills today,

but Guts never showed up.

And he didn't give anyone
notice, either.

There he is.

Guts!

Where in the hell
have you been all day?

GUTS: Where's Griffith?

-Griffith was
personally requested

to attend a ball thrown
by Princess Charlotte.

So he's probably at
the Promrose Hall.

-I see.

-Hey,
I'm not done talking to you!

Come back!

That wound.

[music playing]

-Oh, what a lovely night.

And such a nice breeze, too.

Truthfully, I find such
festivities quite tedious.

I'm afraid I'm
becoming quite tired.

GRIFFITH: Please, rest
here, Princess Charlotte.

-Oh, my.

Why, thank you.

CASCA: Wait.

You intend to go
looking like that?

You'll just end up
embarrassing him.

If you must speak to
him, then wait

until the princess is gone.

I'm borrowing this.

GRIFFITH: Why are most men
so preoccupied by bloodshed?

That is what you asked me on
the hunting grounds, is it not?

-Yes.

-It's true that men
possess a side that

is rather savage,
as you have already observed.

But it's purpose is to win
things that are precious

as well as protect them.

You could say it's like
a double-edged sword.

-Are precious things
those you love?

Sorry.

I mean honor?

-Love and honor are
both important things.

They are the things a knight
is willing to die for.

It's the reason
they take up arms.

However, for a man,
I believe there

is something that
goes beyond that,

something even more precious.

-Something more precious?

-They're driven to pursue
it, so driven they

do it entirely for
their own sake.

It's their dream.

-A dream.

-Men yearn for their dreams,
regardless of their class

and no matter what their
achievements have been.

One can be sustained by their
dream, hurt by their dream,

revived by their dream,
or even killed by it.

And though one might be
abandoned by his own dream,

even then it will smolder
in his heart forever.

One should know what it feels
like to strive for such goals,

to willingly martyr yourself
to the god named Dream.

I find it abhorrent
to simply live out

my life for no other reason
than I was born into it.

[music playing]

I apologize.

I hope I haven't been boring
you, Princess.

-No.

Lord Griffith,
you are such a marvelous person.

You are more noble than the
aristocrats we call nobles.

But on the day of the
hunt when you taught me

how to play the leaf,
you seemed like an innocent little child.

But when shared your thoughts,
you were like a philosopher.

I think you're amazing.

I'm sure your friends are
equally fascinated by you.

I'm certain it's what
attracts them to you.

-They are my soldiers,
and they will follow me

into the jaws of death
for the sake of my dream.

But it doesn't make
them my friends.

A friend should never
subsist on another's dream.

The man who would be my friend
must have a reason for living

that goes beyond me.

And he should put
his heart and soul

into protecting this dream,
even if it means opposing me.

For me to call a man my
friend, he

must be my equal
in every respect.

-Lord Griffith?

Would you share
your dream with me?

Princess!

-What-- whatever's the matter?

-Something terrible
has happened.

It pains me to tell you,
but your uncle the count

has been murdered.

-That can't be!

An intruder stole into his study
under the cover of darkness.

The young Lord Adonis was
killed, as well.

The-- the court is in an
uproar, and your guests

have been cleared
from the main hall.

His majesty ordered you to
return to the safety of you

chambers at once.

The guards will be here
to escort you soon.

Please make ready to
leave, Princess.

-Guts, we have to go.

If this was Tudor,
there'll be all-out war.

Guts.

[music playing]

GUTS (VOICEOVER): This
isn't the time for thinking.

I should only focus
on wielding my sword

and how I'll kill
them, nothing more.

CASCA (VOICEOVER): I
wanted to be his sword.

It's all I wanted.

GUTS (VOICEOVER): It's just like
any other castle, only bigger.

We just do what Griffith
says, like we always have,

and it's ours.

[music playing]

GRIFFITH (VOICEOVER):
Our survival demands

that we stake our
lives on this fight.

And to survive is
to be victorious.

GUTS (VOICEOVER): I'm going
to see it through to the end.

I want to see what heights the
Band of the Hawk can reach.

I want to learn
all that Griffith's

done in the past
and witness what

he plans to do in the future.

[music playing]