Ito Yūgorō's voice was as hoarse as a cracked gong, thick with sobs.
He first began reading in Eastern Japanese, quickly and indistinctly.
"Fuck that! Make him read it in our language! Who understands that gibberish?"
Someone in the crowd let out a curse.
"Yeah! Read it in the Dragon Kingdom's language!"
"Louder! Haven't you eaten?"
Angry shouts rose from the crowd, one after another.
Yue Xiaofei looked at him coldly and repeated:
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"First in your native language, then in the Dragon Kingdom's language! You don't get to skip either version! Not a single word can be wrong!"
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind cutting out your tongue for you so you can never speak again."
Those icy words shattered Ito Yūgorō's last shred of hope.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, as though mustering every ounce of strength he had.
At last, following the words on the paper, he read them out one by one in stiff, heavily accented Dragon Kingdom speech.
"I, the sinner Ito Yūgorō, kowtow and confess my crimes..."
"In the twelfth year of the Showa era, by order of the emperor, I led the Sixth Army Corps ashore at Modu in the Dragon Kingdom..."
Through the countless microphones at the scene, his voice carried clearly across the entire square and reached the ears of everyone watching the livestream around the world.
As he spoke, bloody crimes buried for eighty years, along with one horrific detail after another, were laid bare before the world by his own admission!
"...In Jiangcheng, I allowed my troops to massacre civilians for three days. More than thirty-one thousand perished..."
"...I participated in vivisections and conducted poison gas experiments. Those who died in these experiments were beyond counting..."
As he read these passages,