C-TMG06 (May 1, 1996)
Puzzle
“States at war, where the sun rises.”
Research | 2 Words
Clue
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Clue 1: Where is the land of the rising sun?
Clue 2: What period is characterized by constant war and bloodshed?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Sengoku Period
Explanation: This period, whose name roughly translates to "Warring States period", is characterized by constant war and bloodshed, roughly during the 15th and 16th century.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
RECEIPT #006
FILED UNDER: CAFE-TMG
DATE: 5/1/96
EMPLOYEE #35
I just had the strangest dream. Well, to be fair, I often have strange dreams. I guess it’s probably an Augur thing, right? Usually, I wouldn’t bother writing my dreams down in the CaDCom, but this one felt like it might be of some use. Augurs are supposed to be prophetic to some degree, except this dream didn’t seem to foretell the future… instead it showed the past. And not my past, or any of our pasts, but the past of, well, I think it was the Redman.
Now, I don’t think this was some sort of “Hatman” trick. Trust me, I’ve had more than enough dreams influenced and invaded by him to know that feeling. In fact, this dream didn’t feel… invasive at all. Maybe invasive isn’t the right word. Malicious? Or, maybe, foreign? But that’s what’s so strange about it: while it was happening, it felt like a walk down my own memories; when I saw people in this dream, I knew exactly who they were and “my” entire history with them. Except it wasn’t me, it was the Redman. Additionally, this is one of the more vivid dreams I’ve had, as I was able to recall it all—and then some—when I woke up. I can still recall intimate details of the Redman’s life, even now.
As such, I suppose I should write the gist of the dream down, huh? The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the clamor of clashing steel. I, er, Redman—well, actually, Sōzen, I think, was standing tall amidst the chaos. His armor was dented and splattered with the blood of his foes. As the battle raged on, I heard the shouts of warriors, the whinnying of horses, and the clashing of weapons—an all-too-common symphony of war. Before Sōzen stood Mitsuhide—it was a tense battle, one that Sōzen almost lost. But then… I felt him reach deep into his own body. He turned his blood into a weapon, drawing a circle with his sword and slaying Mitsuhide. As Mitsuhide fell, Sōzen felt the hand of an Onmyōji grasp his shoulder—proud, yes, but fearful of his growing power.