Arslan Senki (TV): Fuujin Ranbu

My name is Hilmes. My father's name was Osroes.

The rightful king of Pars is me.

Good heavens.

And I had been under the impression that you were an intelligent man,

O Hilmes.

I do not think it was a mistake for me to have revealed my identity.

You are a man who likes to push your luck.

At the Keep of Saint Emmanuel,

I hear that you crossed swords with Arslan and his people.

It is in order to put that boy and his lot through hell

that I have come to seek your aid.

The treasured sword Rukhnabad.

The sword of Kaykhusraw, the Hero King.

It exists?

The guardian of Pars's lands and the right to rule...

A gift from the gods.

It is the greatest symbol of a king's ascendancy.

Tell me! Where is it?!

If you are truly the descendant of Kaykhusraw,

I imagine that you will be able to wield it.

Naturally!

Just watch. I will get my hands on it and prove it!

Hang in there!

Peshawar Fortress has been famed for being impregnable,

but that ends today.

We go now!

They learned we were undermanned due to our war with Lusitania...

Those sharp-eyed bastards!

They are cowards, who lost their royal capital to heathens and now shamelessly live in hiding!

No need to hold back!

We of Tūrān will take it all from them!

What is this?!

Your Highness!

Yashasuim!

Prince Arslan!

It's His Highness!

Your Highness!

You have done well to have guarded Peshawar until this day!

All is well now!

Your black garb. You must be Daryun of Pars?!

Indeed, I am!

I am Jinong Ilterish!

Many of my brethren have been killed by you to this very day

and not a day went by that I forgot my ill will for you!

I do not know who you are,

but if you alone were to kill me, it would not be right to all the others,

so I cannot allow you to kill me here!

Taking advantage of another country's misfortune to wage an unjust war?

And Tūrān calls itself the Conqueror of the Plains? Laughable!

There!

To end up having to turn back to the fortress we started from...

What did we even ship out of here for?!

Knowing that we were going to be attacked,

we couldn't very well let matters lie, right?

I swear! Don't you just hate it, Narsus?

It is regrettable that we had to turn the army back before we were finished.

But I am glad we made it in time.

It simply means that Lusitania is not our only foe.

Yes, it was just as you had determined, Lord Narsus.

That's my Narsus!

Warriors of Tūrān...

...you believe in the divine protection of Dayang...

...but know that you no longer have it!

Damn it. We are being attacked from both sides!

Who on earth let them know?!

It's been some time and I've grown rusty,

so I'm finding that even I can't hold myself in check today!

Take that!

An officer of Pars, are you?

Your head is mine!

Prepare to die!

Lord Kubard.

Seeking to enjoy yourself upon the battlefield?

Do you not think it beyond imprudent?

Kubard?

I've heard of you.

Are you Marzbān "Braggart" Kubard?

Well, now. It may be that I simply have the same name

and I am just Kubard!

Jinong, we're at a disadvantage.

Right now, we should return to camp and regroup.

Curse them!

Those damn overreaching Parsians!

Retreat!

Fall back for now!

Your Highness, it seems we managed to make it in time.

Yes, I am glad.

Lusitania is not the only one to covet the rich lands of Pars.

Tūrān, the country of nomads to the north,

had attacked Peshawar Fortress.

One month ago, Arslan and his people...

...had marched from Peshawar and had finally been halfway to the Royal Capital of Ecbatana,

but they were forced to pull back.

It is now June in the year 321 of the Pars Era.

Crown Prince Arslan was about to be put to an even greater test.

Prince Arslan, it was so good of you to return for us.

You did well to guard this place until our return.

Your Highness is too kind.

Peshawar Fortress is a linchpin of our border.

If we were to lose this place...

...even successfully retaking the Royal Capital would have lost all meaning.

But to think that King Rajendra's reinforcements have yet to arrive...

We were once allies with Tūrān, but circumstances have changed now.

I did send word of their attack.

Now, let us pray for the safety of Prince Arslan.

He was undoubtedly praying to the Sindhuran gods

that our two armies would destroy one another.

He is a crafty man.

Indeed, he is.

How does the Tūrānian army appear?

They have reassembled roughly one farsang to the west.

So, they have no intention of withdrawing.

The mounted nomads of Tūrān are exceedingly valiant in character,

so it will likely be no mean feat to make them admit defeat.

Yes.

However, we must head for the Royal Capital without a moment's delay.

Narsus, please lend us the aid of your wisdom.

So, this is where you were, Narsus.

Elam was looking for you.

Ah.

I hear the army Rajendra dispatched has finally reached the border.

But it seems they intend to watch matters run their course.

That is truly so very like Rajendra.

What is it? What have you been thinking?

In truth, I am troubled by what is going on in the Royal Capital.

Meaning?

When our army pulled back, they made no move whatsoever against us.

What is this at this late date?

They must have been wary, thinking it was a ploy of yours.

I hope that was the case, but...

Are you saying there was some other reason?

It may be that something out of the ordinary is unfolding without our knowing about it.

Hey...

I may be worrying unduly.

As one might expect, an artist has no place meddling in worldly affairs.

I would like to settle this swiftly

and return to the beautiful world of paintings.

I wonder what the paintings would have to say about that.

Lord Narsus said that they would not be attacking immediately.

Please rest for today.

Yes.

Though, I do not think I can sleep.

But you must recover your strength in case of a crisis.

Ever since we made the decision to return to Peshawar,

you have not slept at all, have you?

How could you tell?

I imagined it was something of the sort.

Nothing gets by you, Elam.

It is we who would be in a bad way should disaster befall our liege lord.

Please be strong.

Yes, my apologies.

Tell me, Elam.

If Gieve were here at a time like this...

...do you suppose he would have distracted us with a merry song?

Perhaps.

I wonder where his travels have taken him right about now.

Oh, who knows where?

It is likely someplace we could not even imagine.

You are right.

This is truly troubling.

I have not seen a woman's face in almost three days.

Should I carelessly run into an ugly woman

and be confused into thinking she is a beauty,

I could never apologize enough to my ancestors.

Oh?

What is this?

No honest folk would ever go near the treacherous mountain of Demavant.

Except for myself, who has come here on behalf of Prince Arlsan, that is.

Lord Silver Mask, we have found it!

Kaykhusraw s royal tomb...

So, the legend of Pars was true...

We are no tomb-raiding thieves.

All we do, we do to preserve the rightful royal lineage of Pars.

Do not lay your hands on anything except the treasured sword!

We must commit no act of sacrilege against the Hero King.

O Kaykhusraw, my ancestor and great founder, I ask...

...that you bestow your righteousness and courage to me, your descendant.

So, this is the treasured sword Rukhnabad...

The one who wields it is none other than...

I was wondering what this was about, but...

So, Lord Silver Mask, your aim was to loot a grave.

Falling on hard times is such an ugly thing.

You inept musician.

Barging in when you were not even invited...

Do you intend to play a song to mourn your own death?!

If possible, I would prefer not to defile the royal tomb.

Make haste and be gone!