This is Jocco Podcast number 80 with echo Charles and me, Jocco Willink. Good evening, echo.

Good evening.

Takizou lay among the corpses. There were thousands of them. The whole world's gone crazy. He thought

dimly. A man might as well be a dead leaf, floating in the autumn breeze. He himself looked like one of

the lifeless bodies surrounding him. He tried to raise his head, but could only lift at a few inches

from the ground. He couldn't remember ever feeling so weak. How long have I been here? He wondered.

Flies came buzzing about his head. He wanted to brush them away, but he couldn't even muster the

energy to raise his arm. It was stiff, almost brittle like the rest of his body. I must have been out

here for quite a while, he thought, wiggling one finger at a time. Little did he know he was wounded

with two bullets lodged firmly in his thigh. Low dark clouds shifted ominously across the sky. The

night before, sometime between midnight and dawn, a blinding rain had drenched the plain of Segi

Kahara. It was now past noon on the 15th of the ninth month of 1600. Though the typhoon had passed,

now and then fresh torrents of rain would fall in the corpses, and on tecazzo's upturned face.

Each time it came, he'd open and close his mouth like a fish trying to drink in the droplets.

It's like the water they wipe a dying man's lips with, he reflected,

savoring each bit of moisture. His head was numb, his thoughts the fleeting shadows of delirium.

His side had lost. He knew that much. Kobayawaka Hadiki

supposedly an ally had been secretly in league with the Eastern Army, and when he turned on a

Shida Mitsusari's troops at twilight, the tide of the battle turned to. He then attacked the

armies of other commanders, Yukita, Shimaazu and Konishi, and the collapse of the Western Army was

complete. In only half a day's fighting, the question of who would henceforth rule the country

was settled. It was Tokugawa Yasu, the powerful Ido Dimal. Images of his sister and the old

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