01x05 - Bonfire of Dreams

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What am I doing?

What am I doing in this godforsaken place?

Looking tawdry...

Get him!

Putting my life on the line...

It's not something for others.

It is something you strive for
for yourself... a dream.

I can't stand those who live

without purpose,

just for the sake of living.

In my opinion,

friends are my equals.

You imbeciles!

You call yourself Tudors!

I have no time to dwell on it.

Now, it's only about cutting through them

and how to k*ll them.

That is all.

I hope we make it in time.

This way!

Whoa...

Did the captain k*ll all of these men?

There's no way...

There's about 100 people here.

Guts, are you there?

Answer me, Guts!

Guts!

Captain!

Captain Guts!

This is incredible.

He's in a bad state.

Guts! Hey!

I told you not to die!

Are you going to break that promise to me?

Guts!

Quiet down.

Stop shaking me.

I'm injured enough already.

Guts...

That was incredible!

You're a beast, Captain!

I knew you'd never lose.

Ouch...

That hurts!

The Band of the Falcon's
100-man slayer, Guts, just what we need!

The 100-man slayer captain.

AN ORIGINAL WORK BY KENTARO MIURA

The captain's slaying of 100 men
was incredible, wasn't it?

It really was amazing.

I made you all worry.

We are really grateful
to Guts on this one.

Yet still, Lord Griffith has been
a bit cold, hasn't he?

He up and left just because
of a meeting of the w*r council.

You'd think he'd be here
for you at this tricky time.

Hey!

You must go back
to the master of the sword,

to be at Griffith's side.

That's too harsh.

Drink up!

Casca...

could you come with me for a second?

What's up?

I have something
I'd been meaning to tell you.

When we approached Griffith

to send out a search party
for you earlier,

most of the nobles around us
were quite against it.

But Griffith was very clear.

Those two are the central pillars
of the Band of the Falcon.

We cannot lose them.

He said that?

Yeah.

He was quite impressive.

For him to say that about you...

I was quite jealous to be honest.

And then, there's this.

Rub this into the 100-man slayer captain.

Is this medicinal powder?

When I worked
for traveling artists long ago,

there was a fairy amongst them.

He was quite a kind sort.

When I got heavily injured in an accident,

he gave that to me.

It is fairy powder.

A fairy? Are you kidding?

No, I'm serious.

I guess not many people
believe in them these days,

but they really do exist.

It doesn't matter
if you believe in them or not,

but I can vouch
for the effectiveness of that powder.

It has saved my life many times
both on and off the b*ttlefield.

Although, that's the last of it.

You're giving me something so precious?

It's fine.

If I can exchange the heads
of 100 soldiers for a bag,

it's a small price to pay.

Thanks, Judeau.

Why is she acting
all polite all of a sudden?

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

My body is burning up. I can't sleep.

I feel better here where it's cool.

Hey?

Stop moving.

The pain is going away.

What is that?

I got it from Judeau.
It's a secret cure for injuries.

Come on, face the other way.

You don't need to worry about me.

I did what I did because I wanted to.

It wasn't for your sake really.

Instead of running,

I prefer to use my sword in battle.

So it's just a matter of preference

that leads you to take
the heads of 100 men?

Yeah.

But...

to be honest, I also thought that,

compared to what you do,

it is no big deal for me
to take down 100 men.

And not just you.

I'd say the same about Griffith.

You have a reason to live that
you'd bet your whole life on.

I think that is really incredible.

Compared to that,

I live completely in the moment.

It's no big deal

if I k*ll 100 people

or 1,000 people.

That was my thinking.

Guts...

This is a great view.

Gaston is the vice-captain of my men.

He said that when this w*r is over,

he's going to open a clothing shop
in downtown Windham.

He's more adept than he looks.

Nichole was turned down
by the woman he asked to marry him.

He's desperate to make a name for himself

because he is set on asking her
to marry him again.

Everyone is betting
he is going to fail though.

When you stare at this scene,

all those dots of light

look like those little dreams

that the guys in my unit have.

Like little blazes of dreams.

What a good turn of phrase.

You had me wondering
if a princess had joined us.

Lay off me.

But I guess you're right.

Each one of us has those little sparks
of a dream inside of us.

And maybe they are all gathered here.

And then,

to ensure such a spark that
could be extinguished in a single blow

becomes a massive blaze,
you add your own fire to it.

A massive flame like Griffith.

But...

my fire is not here.

For me,

it may be just that I've come to the fires

to warm myself up for a while.

Guts...

As long as I have this,

I know that I can survive any battle.

That's how it has always been.

Before I entered the Band of the Falcon,

no matter how tough the battle,

I was the one who always came out alive.

I had this.

But...

there's no big meaning behind it.

I've always been on the b*ttlefield.

The mercenary boss who raised me

didn't teach me anything
except how to swing a sword.

This was all I had.

I don't want to die.

But in all of my battles,

I've just acted
because I didn't want to die

and because all I know is
how to swing this sword.

But beyond that...

maybe I've always left it to other people

to decide why I'm fighting.

Guts...

What does it matter?

I'm just running my mouth off.

Why would I talk to you about all of this?

How pathetic.

Right back at you.

Guts, are you...

He's up there.

Captain Guts!

Captain!

-Let's have a drink together.
-Yeah!

Hey, Captain,
what happened to your wounds?

They're all healed.

Woah, you must be magic.

You're incredible.

Fire!

What is going on?

Not a soul has made it to the wall.

The fearsome city of Doldrey.

It's the Holy Purple Rhino Knights!

Boscogn is coming!

They stop the enemy
with an iron wall of defense,

and once the enemy is exhausted,

they're finished off

by the most fearsome Tudor knights,
the Holy Purple Rhinos.

Faced with these bold tactics,

our losses, including those
of the White Dragon Knights,

are about 30% of our forces.

We cannot tolerate any more...

We already know that.

The city of Doldrey

has been like a fortress
for Midland since long ago.

It is not so simple.

Currently, the Tudors

are on the brink of civil w*r
due to concerns about succession.

They won't have the luxury

of sparing troops here forever.

If the w*r extends much longer, we'll...

That plan is too meek.

The city of Doldrey is
the last holdout for the Tudors.

We must move to exterminate them

and end this 100-year w*r immediately.

I concur!

This is a golden opportunity.

However...

The Tudors must also be suffering.

What about an all-out battle?

I am against it.

Because troop morale is so low,

we are experiencing
a high number of desertions.

The annihilation of the White Tigers
will only exacerbate this.

And there are still forces remaining in
our country that we have yet to eradicate.

If we were unfortunate enough
to have the enemy attack from behind,

we wouldn't be able to recover from it.

If the w*r extends even longer,

it may be necessary to allocate
further funds to the effort.

We'd need constant punitive taxes.

-This would lead to public discontent.
-I guess even the Falcon here

is at a loss on this occasion.

I will fulfill any order.

No, no. I'm sure there are
limits to what you can do.

You may be called a god of w*r but...

If His Majesty gives me the order...

I do not require a large group of forces.

The Band of the Falcon alone
would be sufficient.

What did you say?

How foolish!

You'd take Doldrey
with just the Band of the Falcon?

They have toppled even the White Knights!

Are you serious?

With a cavalry of just 5,000,

you plan to take on 30,000?

It's a suicide mission.

It is the nonsensical rambling of youth.

There's no way the Falcons

could conquer Doldrey

after many famous generals
have failed to do so for 100 years.

Lord Griffith,
you are serious, aren't you?

I order the Band of the Falcon
to attack Doldrey.

The Band of the Falcon?

Yes.

About 5,000 cavalry are advancing on us.

They are trying to topple Doldrey
with just 5,000 cavalry?

What are they thinking?

General Boscogn...

Yes.

Griffith, the White Hawk,

you must not k*ll him.

I want him brought here alive.

Got it?

However, while he is alive,

the Falcons...

no, Midland itself cannot be stopped...

General Boscogn!

I asked if you understood me?

Yes, sir.

Ugh!

Where should we even attack from?

There's a cliff face behind them.

They have 20 modern cannons.

They can also attack
with arrows, hot oil and rocks.

So we have no choice
but to attack from the front.

They also have
the Holy Purple Rhino Knights, right?

We... we can win right?

Guts?

What?

What are you saying?
It's just a slightly bigger castle.

Like always,
if we do as Griffith says, we can win.

Right?

What are they playing at?

They've lined up
with their backs to the river.

Do they know anything about w*r strategy?

No matter what they are trying to do,

all they can do is slow us down.

We will just trounce them head on.

Roger.

Griffith,

I've been waiting for you.

General Adon,
it is good to see you are safe.

Has anything changed in my absence?

Are you ready?

Unit 1, move out!

Draw swords.

Unit 1, attack!

The enemy is on the move.

Unit 1 is under the direct control
of Griffith.

It has about 2,000 men.

So he has split his small numbers in two?

And the general himself is
heading up that vanguard unit...

Okay, I'll take the bait.

Vanguard, attack!

Defeat the first wave of enemies.

Follow the captain.

Wait!

They're not stopping.

The Rhino Knights have been overwhelmed.

The enemies are too fast.

General...

The enemy is approaching.

Don't panic!

He's leveraging the speed
of his light cavalry

to try to pierce a hole in our ranks...

Heavy cavalry, attack the enemy head on.

Archery units, move out to both wings.

Let's see how the Falcons react.