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Best anime of all time ...never forget this masterpiece

The Wihelm vs Theresia fight from EX 2: “A dark figure walked slowly into the hall, slicing through the fevered enthusiasm of the crowd. Others in the room followed Theresia’s gaze and were struck mute when they saw him. He was dressed from head to toe in a muddy brown overgarment, a pathetic sight to behold. The dirt and blood clinging to his skin made it seem he had not so much as bathed recently. His appearance was practically calculated to provoke the contempt of those who saw him.” But this was not what drove the people to silence. Rather, it was the bare steel in his hand, and the overpowering aura of battle he exuded. “-” The guards stationed in the hall began to move, but Theresia herself stopped them. As the shrouded figure walked toward her, Theresia began to close the distance herself. Finally, she was watching him from the dais permitted only to the ceremony’s participants, and he was staring at her from the foot of the platform. “-” A beautiful, white sacred blade came up. In parallel, a rusted and blunt sword rose. And then, as if on a signal and without a sound, they leaped at each other. Many in the audience felt that both of the fighters turned invisible at that moment. But the ringing of steel on steel held their attention. This sword dance was being played out at a speed the average person’s eye could never follow. The flashes of the blades became indistinguishable, their clash-like music, and eventually people began to weep. They could not see the fight and could barely hear it; they were simply overwhelmed.” Thereupon, each of those in attendance renounced what they had felt before, that the sword was unsuited to Theresia van Astrea. In that battle, they saw the beauty of steel, that it was fit to be reverenced, how devotion to it made a person shine. Who could have known that the sword could teach others about beauty? “-” As for those few who could follow what was going on, what they saw astonished them. Thrust and parry, swords locked together, stances switching-both Theresia and her assailant were at the peak of swordsmanship. It made sense that the Sword Saint should be thus. Many of them had participated in the civil war and seen her abilities with their own eyes. But who was this who attacked her on nearly equal terms? The Sword Saint had ordered the soldiers to stay back, and the king likewise instructed them not to intervene. They obeyed, watching silently, but wondered if they should not be doing more. Who was this enemy? Some demi-human extremist who opposed the end of the war? Then again, the humans were not monolithic. Perhaps this was someone dissatisfied with the conclusion of hostilities. If so, they had to stop this. But was it even possible? None of the soldiers could have involved themselves in such profoundly high-level combat. “-” They could see the Sword Saint’s face as she worked her ceremonial blade ceaselessly, her attacks falling like a storm. Let us be completely clear: No one could stop this girl in love. Her eyes were“ wet, her cheeks red, and each exchange brought the Sword Saint happiness as she fought. Her hair was like a flickering flame, her eyes like a cloudless sky; the beautiful and gentle beloved of the sword god was shimmering with joy. This battle with the demonic swordsman before her shone as nothing else had in this world. It was the most dangerous meeting in history, and she was enjoying it to the full. “-” Among those who were close to the Sword Saint, the ones who also knew the Sword Devil felt their souls tremble. All that they had wanted to see, all that they had wanted to know, was here in this moment. The man who had struggled to be a sword, who had been called a devil-what had he found at the end of his path? What had he now resolved himself to? “-” Their swords flashed until the flashes ran together; many strikes became a single strike, creating a sound that left the world behind. It was almost like music-a song of swords created when the utmost technique met the most polished steel, a song that produced limitless emotions. Everyone was held captive as the love of this shy boy and girl played out without shame before them. “-” But even the most beautiful voice must eventually take a breath, and an end came. The battle was over, even though one might have wished for it to go on forever. “-” The sound of shattering steel, no longer able to withstand the intense blows, cracked like thunder in the hall. The reddish-brown blade snapped in half, the tip spiraling through the air. Here at the end of their battle, the end of the two sword fighters’ meeting, the Sword Saint’s sacred blade- “I-” “-” “I win.” The Sword Saint came quickly down from the dais, her footsteps audible. The only remaining sword was the superb, half-broken dull blade in the demon’s hand. Its shattered edge was at the Sword Saint’s pale throat, and everyone in attendance understood. The Sword Saint had lost. She had been irrefutably pulled down from the summit of the sword. It took them a moment to notice something else. The girl who was still standing there, having dropped her sword. She was nothing more and nothing less than a beautiful young woman in love.” “You’re weaker than me. There’s no more reason for you to wield the sword.” Who could say such a thing to the Sword Saint, the girl who had scaled the highest heights of the sword? Only someone who could show her a greater love than the sword god. How diligently must he have worked to reach that point? “If I am not to wield the sword…then who?” “I will inherit your reason for bearing the sword. You will become why I do so.” How many hundreds, how many thousands or ten thousands, how many countless setbacks and failures must that swordsman have endured? How many battles must he have fought to earn that claim? This most awkward speaker let his hood fall back. The young man who appeared had a serious countenance, but his hair was unkempt, his face covered in mud, and his eyes were stern. “You’re terrible. Putting a person’s decisions and resolution all to waste…” “All these things that you think I’m putting to waste, I will take up from you. As for you, forget that you ever held the sword, and live a life of peace. You could… Ah, yes. Perhaps you could grow some flowers. But only in peace, under my protection.” “Protected by your sword?” “That’s right.” “And you would be so kind as to protect me?” “I would.” His declaration was without compromise or hesitation. He would not be moved, even if the sword god himself stood against him. His resolution had pulled this lovely young woman from the throne of the Sword Saint through nothing but his own strength. “-” Wordlessly, Theresia placed a hand on the flat of the outstretched blade and took a step forward. They were close enough to touch, to feel each other’s breath. Theresia’s eyes welled from emotion, and she began to smile and cry at the same time. And then, through her smile and her tears, she said what she always did at their meetings. “Do you like flowers?” “I’ve learned I don’t hate them.” *Because you’re there with them. Because that field of flowers is where I met you. Because they are the world you love, the beauty you wish for.* “Why do you wield your sword?” “To protect you.” *And because you are the seed of my world.* “Slowly, they drew closer to each other, the distance between them shrinking until it was nothing at all. They could feel the fire of each other, and the heat of their kiss was enough to melt solid steel. The first question she asked him when their lips parted made him so intensely shy that he could barely answer. “Do you love me?” “Can’t you tell?”

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i only recently started the anime and idk why people arent talking about this soundtrack i love that gravelly guitar

Is there any talks for another season in the works? I loved this story arc of SAO

I never seen vitiate with sith eyes before

Revisiting again

Combination of everything. Bravo!!

I love this movie!! Period❤

i thinke they killing her to make food they found a dead body and making food with it

Back here in 2025 - Some songs just captivate you as soon as you hear the first notes being played. Entrancing. Goosebumps every time.

Possibly the best song of all time

I LOVE THIS SONG

this is a rly beautiful song however I couldn't help but notice that its heavily inspired by one of Joe Hishashis songs for some studio ghibli movie, cant remember which one, might have been Laputa: The Castle in The Sky

Nostalgic

I wouldn’t mind an RPG based on this show or similar to it, console and PC cause mobile wouldn’t really do well

ölüm döşeğinde son nefesini almak gibi bu parça.

Dangerous sound i am afraid that music😢

its bring back my childhood memories 🥺

So glad this never got a sequel. Could you imagine...?

I miss my childhood, when I started to playing this series and episode by episode, nostalgia.

Thanks a lot i'm surely gonna put this for all my alarms lol.

How it feels To Fight A Bully

When I'm the last one alive in my dodgeball team:

Once the halloween kicks in again, this OST, will play again In the street. With a lot of masked and pink jumpsuit guy, walking in the street.

This song is in s1-2

this is my contemp solo song this year haha

Play it on 1.5 😉😮

my childhood, best anime and anime ost ever............

They really need to bring this theme back.

At least the theme of the Galactic Empire under Darth Sidious was a theme of victory. This just feels like..... ...like _DOOM._

Appreciate a lot man ❤ watched this movie a ton with my dad growing up!

First comment ever... "Im alone befor time itself "

OMG I FOUND IT G IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS

I love this song

Can you list the multiple versions that you used in this video, pls

Imagine someone goes outside because they heard this song and shouts: I'VE PLAYED THESE GAMES BEFOREEEEEEEE

🤔 reminds me of...

ㅑㅡ ㅏㅐㄱㄷ무

0:33

감사합니다

this is one of my top favorite sounds from squid games its so good, my first favorite sound is Fly Me To The Moon when the front man is watching them play the games like red light green light.

This is lowkey fire 🔥

Miss this show

Tarnum looked over at the portal, the world he grew around and shaped him burning away like leaves by the bonfire. He was ready to die, he thought. He gave his entire live to preserve this world, several lifetimes of it in fact. He was a barbarian leader, a hero, a villain, a repentant knight, a reluctant wizard. He tamed beast and men alike, and made peace along with war with the dragons. He saved and destroyed in equal measure, but ultimately failed in his quest. He was content, in his defeat; but for a little child's eye gleaming in terror and memories unfulfilled. That he could not abide by. So he went along with him. Like all other children, he saw himself in him. The same urge to intervene in life, the same fears of inadequacy. He was not ready, and if experience served, perhaps he never would. Nothing would ever be the same. The great cities of old Bracaduun, the vast and wondrous forests of AvLee, and the stoic glory of Erathia; all were consumed under the flames. None of the days would ever return. And yet, this child had dared to act. Dared to *hope*. Not idly, he thought. The people had not given up to turn the page yet again. For Tarnum, it was enough. Just to turn the page yet again.

Lo mejor que he oído 😌 Me da tranquilidad 😅 hahaha 😈 amo el juego del calamar 🦑 ☠️☠️☠️☠️

this is a good song to drink coffee with

*Lyrics:* *Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha*

Aiz could train me any time.

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