01x10 - Spiral: Howling Sword, Rusty Nail

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nis.

donis.

Adonis.

Where am I?

Greetings, Adonis the Question.

Welcome to the Army of Insatiable Emptiness.

Who are you?

I've been waiting for you.

Both I and that sword there.

What sword?

What's this?

I can't! My hands will

Nowhere

What is this thing?!

Your sword, Adonis the Question.

I made it, and not even

I could grasp its true form.

But your form guides it.

You made this?

I am Dram,

the swordwright who shaped Runding.

I knew it!

That sword strives to gain greater

power through meeting you.

The ever-withering force of death.

The force of death

Rusty Nail is a fitting

instrument for you to play.

That is the name of the form

I saw in its steel.

Rusty Nail

This is my sword.

This monster of a sword is mine?

The first sword that's really mine!

Give me one reason I should teach this lout.

No one else can.

I'd like you to stake your pride

as an Enola on this job,

Sian.

Sian Lablac?

Submit to me, starting now.

I'll teach you how to swing that sword.

Oh? Now this is a surprise.

We hadn't heard from you in so

long we were getting worried.

Come on in.

Belle?

I couldn't do it.

The door to journeys must be

a real tough nut to crack.

Gwyn, when's the next battle?

It starts in three days.

We'll be fighting over farmland. Why?

I want you to include me.

You, Belle?

What brought this on?

I want to swing my sword.

She looks white as a sheet,

and she's still looking for a swordfight?

There's always some love affair

at the bottom of such things.

What do you have to sulk about?

You've got that foulmouthed

Underdog girl, remember?

And you never stick to one partner.

You've got nothing to hold over my head.

She's special, that girl.

You can't peg her age.

She's free of all external markers, too.

Beauty and ugliness no longer apply.

I'm almost jealous of her.

She's after a companion

to go journeying with her,

certainly not some passing fling.

I know that!

And no one can stick it out by her side

while she's gearing up to leave.

Adonis signed up for one

hell of a responsibility.

Are you going to tell her

about your little plan?

If she wants a traveling companion,

I want to show her

that we can become something like

nomads without leaving Park City.

Gwyn!

Today, we settle things once and for all!

I hope you're ready!

I see you two haven't changed.

If I lose here, I join the Underdogs tomorrow.

Honestly, could you respect the rules

of Park City any less?

Now then

You're up, Belle!

I bet you're sick of waiting!

Well, yeah.

My body can't keep up with me.

I'm rustier than I thought.

My sword feels heavy.

Why do I feel so powerless?

Can you?

Can you cut me?

You bet I can!

I'll k*ll you!

First off, cough up all

those swords you stole.

Well, I'll be.

No wonder you've got people out for you.

Okay, start by doubting even your doubts.

You'll find your roots in that.

What?

I'm telling you to break every blade

here with your hands and that sword.

You'll never beat my daughter

in this sorry state.

What?!

M-My sword!

M-M-My

Don't panic, fool. Look closer.

That sword withers without end.

Don't get attached to a mere shell.

Just now, I felt like the sword

smiled at me a little.

Glad to hear it.

Now keep that spirit and come at me.

Nowhere

She's like a storm raging without a sound.

That's not Belle.

The real Belle has sunk somewhere deep below.

And she'll drown if she stays there.

How can you be so calm?

Say, Bennett,

can you still see with that eye?

Barely. Why?

All mermaids act as guardian spirits

in the mental plane counterpart to our world.

That's the real reason you

reflect the minds of others,

and why mermaids are

always both male and female.

But what can I do now?

I'm a half-baked mermaid,

stuck living out my life as a man.

I wouldn't say that.

Take this eye injury of yours.

Have you ever thought about how mermaids'

physical wounds link to mental ones,

and to your male and female selves?

Are you saying I should

No one else can do it.

You can't tell me you don't know why

Belle only ever visits your place.

That's one sword down.

I'd call this a decent start.

Eat and sleep. We start early tomorrow.

Got that?

I'll k*ll you one day

How much do you know about me?

I grasped everything about you

when you turned up here.

How could you make this sword

without knowing me?

I merely give the future form in steel.

The future?

Steel takes the shape of a sword—its future.

The sword draws in its wielder

and seeks to assume a fitting form.

Does that include Belle's Runding?

Take a soak in the bath before you rest.

I added medicine to heal your wounds.

If you want a lullaby,

I'll start telling you more tomorrow.

Listen to the voice of the steel!

Damn it!

Consider that sword your soulmate!

Don't think of it as just a tool!

k*ll me.

I'll take you out someday.

End me while you can.

k*ll me!

"The answer to our prayers," huh?

Why did you agree to instruct me?

Because I'm an Enola.

The form of my curse forces me to do so.

I'll carry on your teachings

for my brother as well as myself.

So please

Gaff.

Meister, continue our lessons!

I made a mistake.

I became a teacher to escape

my birth as Prince Fatal,

but my swordplay felt like a deception,

and I directed my frustrations

at the next Prince Fatal.

This sword

Can you read it?

"Enola."

I've been waiting for you

for such a long, long time.

That was me.

Back when I only knew my male self,

I came to Park City to find

the other side of me.

There, I met a man named Gibson,

who helped me while I

apprenticed as a swordwright.

But I never awakened as a woman

while I was living with him.

What a magnificent sword.

With skills like yours,

I hope you'll come to the castle.

There, I shall entrust the shape

of the future to steel.

Gibson

Be happy.

Are you really sure about this?

I knew that I'd eventually have to betray

either the person I care for most

or the feelings that mean the most to me.

Take me with you

to where the future I ought to shape is.

King Rawhide has given a direct order.

He wants you to carve steel

from the divine tree

and fashion swords for the priesthood.

What future will the divine tree show?

Visions of ruin!

Sacrifice for the sake of creation!

It's rejecting me.

Who are you waiting for?!

Dram saw through the divine

tree's true nature at a glance.

It left her no choice but to accept

divine rule as the Princess Laideronette.

A Nidhogg has appeared!

Some solist's axe consumed his soul!

Who?! What's his name?

Gibson.

I made that sword!

You're telling me it infected Gibson's soul?!

Show me!

Let me see Gibson's sword!

It's that tree! The divine tree!

Look at how warped it's become!

The Ashes of the Tried

They're what turned Gibson's sword into that.

You gave him the ashes?

I see.

That god's true power is erasing the future.

I've been a fool not to realize it before now.

After that,

every sword Dram wrought came out abnormal.

Blades no one could wield,

spells no one understood,

designs that defied all comprehension

About the only decent one

was the sword she gave to Gaff.

And Dram carved the spells she engraved

on her swords into her own body.

That was when I started hearing the voices.

Despair for the present

and endless hope for the future.

Nowhere.

Their hunger drew me to the darkness

As it did you.

What exactly are you people

trying to make me do?

We need someone to doubt reason.

And just what is a "girl of reason," anyway?

"The Girl of Reason"

The reason that exists

all throughout this world

She will demolish our ancient order

and bring a new world into being.

She was also the immediate

impetus for my own journey.

"The girl of reason"?

One of Denari Land's greatest mysteries.

Denari Land

Guided by that revelation I received,

I became a nomad.

And at the end of my long journey,

I solved her riddle and raised her.

Belle, you mean?

When I first laid eyes on Belle,

I felt the urge to k*ll.

But I nevertheless resolved

to raise the girl of reason

because she was waiting for me.

Don't tell me the

girl of reason is the gods'

Behind her lies the true god

who dispatched Deus Ex Machina

to rule the realms of paradise

in the ancient age of gods.

Discover the rest for yourself,

unless you'd rather die here.

We're basically playing at being family.

Life would be so much easier if

playing house could save anyone.

You know the vision of the

future you left in Runding?

I want to see it, too.

I made that sword of steel yet to ripen.

It is forever being born.

I made your sword of steel rusted to nothing.

It is forever withering.

I think I understand

what you want me to do with

this sword. To that god

and to Belle.

You'd better not touch my hands.

Only because you define your curse that way.

You are the wellspring of your curse.

The true identity of what fills

your world with enmity and hate.

What?

You're telling me it was that simple?

I was born without a mother,

so I grew up without drinking mother's milk.

Without enough warmth.

It's all right.

I've seen it.

Oh?

I think I understand why I'm

the one to wield this sword.

Come at me.

Nowhere

The child we need.

To truly doubt has no meaning!

It doesn't even need a reason!

Whatever I question with this

sword just withers forever

as the darkness of the

future swallows it whole!

I give you the fangs of the

Army of Insatiable Emptiness.

Child of darkness,

by welcoming you into its ranks, the army

will render its own theme unshakable.

Darkness turned out to be warmer than light.

That's the whole of my motif.

Nowhere

Nowhere

Nowhere Nowhere

You're waiting too

For the girl of reason

Tenth Movement

Spiral: Howling Sword, Rusty Nail

Moonwork. "To do as the moon."

I want to risk my life!

Stop it, Benedictine!

May I ask you a question?

for you to come die at my hand.

I can never sing again!

Forever in the stone.