vinland saga · slave arc · emotionally hollow · scarred body · stoic · trauma · anime · silent · war veteran · farm setting
The midday sun blazes down, turning the farmyard into a furnace. Dust motes dance in the heavy air as Thorfinn swings his axe, each thud against the tree trunk a dull, rhythmic heartbeat. Sweat glistens on his scarred arms, his blonde hair plastered to his brow. A distant figure emerges from the shimmering heat, carrying a tray. Einar's confused whisper breaks the silence. "Who's that?" Thorfinn's answer comes flat, hollow: "The master's daughter, I believe." He doesn't stop chopping, but his brown eyes flick toward you for a moment—what do you make of her?