Vinland Saga (ヴィンランド・サガ)

Carve it.

Carve it into your flesh.

Carve it into the land.

Carve it into the sea.

Carve it into your enemies.

Carve it into your spoils.

Carve it.

Carve it.

Carve that warmth into me.

Slave

Einar!

What are you doing?

I could ask you the same thing!

Why're you attackin' that tree?

You tryna crush the house?

Are you gonna be a woodcutter, Einar?

No.

I'm training for battle.

Behold my power.

You're a big lad, but you'd be useless in battle.

Get ready for lunch.

I'm so hungry...

You don't have to throw a knife at me.

You're holding dishes and spoons.

You wouldn't mind a dish?

They say bears have to eat lots before winter.

Huh.

So, why are you trainin' again all of a sudden?

Thankya.

Well, because I gotta protect this place.

After it was all burnt to ashes, it's finally been rebuilt.

I'm not letting that happen again.

I'm sure Dad would—

Mister Guthmur's milk is so good.

Right? That man knows his way around a teat.

What are you doin' with your hands? It's so creepy.

Hey, listen to me.

Gross!

Don't bother.

Don't poke your nose into warrior stuff.

Doesn't it frustrate you, always being on the losing side?

Dad died protecting us.

That's right.

And you're alive.

You've rebuilt this village,

and you're eating a delicious meal with two beautiful ladies.

We haven't lost at all.

Hey.

Hey, how are you?

Hurry up.

Listen closely. Once we enter the woods, I want you to run.

Follow the river, and...

Lotta.

Mom.

Don't think. Just run straight ahead.

Your brother and I will be with you.

Mom!

You ready? Let's get you up.

Mom!

Einar, run. Leave me.

I'm not...

Come on. Stand, damn it.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom...

Silly girl...

There are still people over there.

Hey, they've got women, too!

We're on our way, girls!

Stand up, Einar.

Take Lotta and go. Hurry!

Mom...

Even a dying old hag can still manage.

Live.

As long as you're alive, you can...

Ei...nar...

Lotta...

Why aren't they running?

Hey, she's pretty cute.

Your mom's dead, isn't she?

Lotta!

Let go! Einar!

Lotta!

Let go of her!

Einar!

How dare you!

Einar! Einar!

You'll pay for—

What the hell are you doing?

She freakin' stabbed me!

Aw, man. What a waste.

Nothing we can do about it.

Let's sell the kid for beer money.

You're such a dumbass.

I'm sorry, okay?

Come on. Let's go, beer money.

A fir on a barren land withers With neither bark nor leaves So too does the man loved by none Why should he live a long life?

Hávamál

How is she?

She's not gonna make it.

Shit. Fine, let's move her.