The sunlight traversed a hundred miles in an instant, from the festive and wedded Beiyu Cold Shore Division, to the south under the shadow of Mount Fuji in Ezo, arriving at the fortified camp built by the Japanese. On the camp, the flag of the Kaozaki Family hung limply, like a broken willow branch. The Japanese Samurai retreated southward for a hundred miles, all with dust-covered faces, hanging heads, and dejected spirits; many even lost their weapons and banners.
Yet, more despairing than losing weapons and banners was their loss of their house elder, their Great General, and the Samurai honor, and a deep-seated shame of being "defeated by the Ezo people"! Under this humiliating reputation, everyone's prospects and future seemed precariously insecure, like a lame hound facing an uncertain future.
