A/N: So first off I would like to thank those that have read, reviewed, and or submitted characters for this story. I really appreciate it. I know this story will only continue to get more interesting once those characters appear. I think that's all I wanted to say for now, so please enjoy the story and don't forget to leave a review. :D
The Plan Set In Motion!
Raymond Everett, one of the slaves to the World Noble Sir Charles Flameheart, was sleeping soundly in his prison cell within the brig. Despite being forced to sleep on the cold, hard wooden floor, the young man found some way to make himself comfortable. His loud and dreadful snores irritated the other inhabitants of the brig. Some of the prisoners covered their ears with their hands to block out the noise while others simply endured through it, knowing by now that there was nothing that they could do to stop the infuriating snoring. Fortunately, salvation soon came in the sound of multiple footsteps running across the deck of the ship. Traces of sawdust fell from the ceiling and landed directly in the slave's mouth. The horrendous taste of the sawdust woke him up almost immediately.
Laughter soon erupted around the brig once they heard the person responsible for their hours of torture frantically coughing, desperately trying to clear his throat of the potentially harmful substances. Their laughter however soon ceased the moment the door to the brig opened, allowing the bright rays of the sun to enter. The prisoners groaned and turned their heads away from the light since their eyes had not yet adjusted. Meanwhile, Vice-Admiral Gabriel, followed behind a couple of his subordinates, entered the brig and stopped in front of Raymond's cell. They remained silent and watched in confusion as the slave continued to suffer through his coughing fit. He eventually finished and looked to the marines before him, engaging them in a brief stare down as an awkward silence filled the room.
Gabriel cleared his throat to end the awkward silence and spoke. "We have arrived at our destination." He announced. The Vice-Admiral couldn't help but feel irked once a confident grin appeared on the face of Raymond. That expression made him remember the conversation that they had last night. About how Raymond was going to miraculously escape from the clutches of the World Nobles and then proceed to become a huge threat to them later on in the future.
Obviously Gabriel had informed Charles about the discussion, but the World Noble did not seem to be concerned about it whatsoever. In fact, he simply laughed it off and dismissed it as another one of his slave's foolish proclamations. Since the World Noble seemed disinterested in the notion, Gabriel felt like he should ignore it as well. If only it were that easy for him though. He didn't mention it to anyone, but he had a nightmare last night. It featured him standing in some god forsaken wasteland as he watched in horror as the World Government, World Nobles, and the Marines were all burnt down and destroyed by the hands of that one slave. The sight of that alone was more than enough to force the Vice-Admiral into waking up early in a cold sweat. Should anyone learn of that experience, he would forever feel ashamed.
But then again no one would know of that shameful experience. It was nothing more than a dream. None of those things he saw in that dream would ever become a reality. Those were the things that Gabriel constantly repeated to himself in order to regain his composure. He refused to allow some slave to play mind games with him, let alone win.
"Today's the big day. I can feel it." Raymond spoke confidently. His body began to tremble in sheer excitement as the Vice-Admiral unlocked the cell and entered. There was once again another exchange of stares before the marine removed the chains from the slave, allowing him to no longer be restricted within the confides of the cell.
"You're not going to escape. I will see to it that it doesn't happen." Gabriel gestured for his subordinates to grab a hold of Raymond. Once that was done, he turned and headed out towards the deck of the ship with his subordinates dragging Raymond along. Despite being dragged, Raymond looked over his shoulder with a puzzled expression, pondering as to why he was the only slave being carried out from his cell at the moment.
He was so busy focusing on his own thoughts that he had failed to realize that he had already been brought outside before the World Nobles. Standing in the middle was Saint Charles Flameheart. To his left was his daughter, Saint Charlotte Flameheart. She is a noticeably beautiful young woman, which at first shocked Raymond since a majority of the World Nobles he had encountered had been terrifyingly hideous. Her hair is blue and it stops just about to her jawline. Her eyes are a peculiar shade of purple, which often entranced him for some odd reason. In spite of the major differences in appearance to her father, the one thing that the two of them shared were the spacesuit like robes and bubbles worn over their heads.
And to the right was the third and final World Noble being escorted on the ship, Saint Damien Cornwall. Also unlike other World Nobles, Damien's appearance was alright, at least from Raymond's perspective. However, if it were from a female's perspective, then his appearance could be described as incredibly handsome. He has short dark hair which he keeps slicked back. He has a condition known as heterochromia iridum, resulting in his eye colors being different. His right eye is green while his left eye is blue. Also like the other two World Nobles, he shares the common attire.
These three World Nobles had the same, pompous, condescending expressions on their face, it disgusted him. They looked at Raymond like he was lower than garbage. In an effort to demonstrate their superiority over him, they demanded that the marines force the slave down onto his knees. And that they did, but it didn't stop there. Charles stepped forward and placed his foot on top of Raymond's head, forcing it down against the wooden floor of the deck. Some of the marines aboard the ship averted their eyes away from the unsightly scene.
"I'm certain that you know as to why I am doing this." Charles sneered at the slave under his foot. "Vice-Admiral Gabriel informed me about your plan to escape from me and then destroy the Holy Land in the future. How brazen of you to make such a daring declaration whenever I am not around to keep you in check."
"Slaves tend to make such outrageous comments whenever their masters are not around to hear it. They are nothing more than cowards." Damien spoke in a matter of fact kind of tone.
Charlotte nodded her head in agreement with the previous statement before speaking up herself to add her own input. "Should any slaves of mine dare speak such blasphemous words regardless if I am there or not, I would put them down immediately."
"There is no need to do that…at least not yet anyway." Charles increased the pressure applied onto the back of Raymond's head. The young slave gritted his teeth and suppressed his killing intent. Now was not the time to exact his revenge yet. "Listen slave, your words have insulted me, my daughter, and my future son in law. Usually I would burn you at the stake for uttering such blasphemous words, but I have decided to spare you of such punishment."
"Oh, how kind of you." Raymond inwardly seethed as he continued to suppress his rage while his face was still pressing against the wooden floor.
"If you do not wish to be punished for your actions, then you had best listen up." Said Charles as he finally removed his foot from the slave's head. He then turned his back to him and looked towards the direction of the large coliseum set directly in the center of the island. "In exactly two hours from now there will be a series of matches held within that coliseum. The winner of the matches will be awarded with a special prize. Should you manage to win and achieve that prize, I will forgive you for your actions and spare your worthless life."
"That is my father for you." Charlotte chimed in, applauding her father alongside Damien.
"So merciful, even towards those that do not even deserve it. You should be grateful that he is giving you the chance to continue living as his slave." Damien sneered at Raymond.
"I am forever grateful for the kindness that you have shown me today, Master." Raymond lied through his teeth and kept his head down, hiding his expression of resentment from them. Nothing would satisfy him more than the attack the three World Nobles right now in front of all of the marines to demonstrate his superiority over them. But once again he restrained himself. It was not the time yet.
"It always brings me great joy when the filthy worms learn their place in the world." mused Charles to no one in particular as he continued to look off in the distance, daydreaming about one of his slaves winning the special prize for him. He was completely convinced that Raymond's words were sincere.
But Gabriel and his subordinates on the other hand were not so convinced. Although it may have sounded like Raymond had submitted to the will of the World Noble, they were aware of the animosity that the young slave held for them. Had they not been there to protect them, they were certain the World Nobles would be mercilessly slaughtered.
"Father, I believe that it is time for us to disembark for the coliseum." Charlotte announced, snapping the older World Noble out of his pleasant daydream.
"Oh yes, you are correct. We cannot afford to waste time any longer. Let us be off." Charles snapped his fingers, resulting in the marines bringing forth three large, comfortable chairs for the World Nobles to sit in. Once seated, the marines grabbed a hold of the chairs and hoisted them up into the air before disembarking from the marine ship.
"Sir Charles, what should we do about the other slave that you wished to have participate in the coliseum?" Gabriel inquired.
"Oh right…that one…" Charles looked off with a perplexed expression. After giving it some thought, the World Noble shrugged his shoulders and ordered for them to bring him along as well. Some of the marines nodding their heads in understanding before returning to the brig. A small smirk appeared on Raymond's face after hearing the mention of the other slave participating in the coliseum matches along with him.
"Father, it appears that the members of the Valentine Family have come to greet us." Charlotte pointed ahead once the marines set foot onto the island. Charles' face appeared to brighten up upon hearing his daughter's words. Damien on the other hand seemed alarmed. His face went pale and bullets of sweat streamed down his face as the view of the two people sent to bodyguard them become clearer as they drew closer. One was male, the other was female.
The male appeared to be quite young and relatively tall. He has shaggy blonde hair that drops down over his eyes. He is currently wearing a white cap with his family's crest imprinted on the front, a black coat worn over a gold colored dress shirt, black pants, and dress shoes.
The female appeared to be quite young as well, however she was shorter than the male. Her hair is blonde and it drops down to her shoulders which she keeps the left side parted behind her ear, revealing a blue earring there. She is wearing an exotic white top with gold trimmings and a gold shallow cut undershirt with her family crest featured on the front. She is also wearing white pants with gold chaps and a sash tied around her waist.
Raymond furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the two Valentine Family members awaiting ahead for the group to arrive. He knew exactly who the two of them were. The male was Hayes Valentine "The Ebullient", while the female was Helena Valentine "The Eccentric". Both of them were elite officers of the family, demonstrated by the impressive swords being held securely to their respective waists. It was a custom and tradition for those whom became an elite officer in the Valentine Family to have their own custom-made swords crafted by some of the best blacksmiths in the world. Their swords belonged to the Ryo Wazamano Grade. It was a clear testament to the superiority that they had over the lower ranked members of the family. The appearance of these two would certainly be a hindrance to Raymond's plans of escaping. He already knew that members of the Valentine Family would be here to protect the World Nobles, but he was not expecting elite officers to show up. Nonetheless he concealed his discouragement.
"Saint Charles Flameheart, Saint Charlotte Flameheart, and Saint Damien Cornwall." Hayes stepped forward to greet the World Nobles with a polite bow of his head. "I would like to personally welcome you to Grandioso Spettacolo."
Pleased with the welcome he received from the young man, Charles nodded his head and spoke. "If I remember correctly, you are Hayes and Helena Valentine. I see that the head of your family paid no expense in sending some of his best officers to come guard us."
"Guarding the World Nobles is the reason we exist, Sir Flameheart. We would do anything to ensure your safety." In spite of saying such generous words, Helena's gaze was fixated only on Damien.
It may only have been Raymond's imagination, but he thought he could see Helena's eyes morph into hearts. He rubbed his eyes a few times and checked on her condition again. Yup. They were still hearts. He took a quick glance to the see the expressions of everyone else to check if he was the only one witnessing this strange phenomenon. No one else seemed to notice her condition, or rather they pretended not to notice. Either way, he remained silent and allowed them to continue conversing with each other.
"With you here I feel even safer. Although I doubt that the commoners on this island would dare do anything to harm us." Charles arrogantly assumed.
It took almost everything Raymond had not to laugh after hearing such a hypocritical statement. If the World Noble truly doubted that anyone wouldn't dare attempt to harm them, then what would be the point in bringing in the marines or members of the Valentine Family? The answer was clear as day. They were frightened. The Holy Land was their homeland. It was their comfort zone. Whenever they leave the Holy Land for whatever reason, it was rare to see them without at least a dozen guards around.
"We made sure to alert the commoners of your arrival beforehand, Sir Flameheart. They have cleaned the streets and paved a clear path for you whenever you desire to head towards the coliseum." Hayes informed the group.
"Excellent. We are heading that way now. Come along." Charles clapped his hands together and then the group ventured forth toward the coliseum. Out of curtesy to the World Nobles, Hayes and Helena stood aside and allowed them to move ahead before following close behind. Or Hayes was. Helena on the other hand remained close to Damien, hearts appeared to floating around her, much to the discontent of the World Noble.
Through their walk towards the coliseum, the people of the island silently knelt down and bowed their heads in respect to the World Nobles. Or at least that's how the World Nobles saw it. From Raymond's perspective, they were doing it out of fear. It was universal knowledge not to do anything that would upset the World Nobles. Fortunately, the people of the island proved smart enough to do just that. No one dared to look up and make eye contact with the World Nobles. No one dared to speak out when they heard the World Nobles openly criticize them on their appearances and social status.
Raymond stole quick glances towards the kneeling civilians. Despite his situation as a slave, he pitied these people. Having to lower themselves to the likes of garbage like the World Nobles. This incident only fueled his desire to hurry up and escape so that no one in the world would every have to experience such humiliation ever again.
"That's right. Just keep your heads down and count your blessings that the World Nobles are ignoring your existences. It will all be over soon enough. That I swear it to you all." Raymond inwardly promised to the people of the island.
Eventually the group reached the coliseum located at the center of the island. The people there also quickly dropped to their knees and bowed their heads out of respect/fear of the World Nobles. Charles explained his reasoning's for making an appearance and made sure to sign Raymond and the other slave up for the matches. Since there was about another hour until the matches would start Raymond was sent to the waiting room with the other contestants, with supervision from Hayes, while the others went to their VIP seats.
It was rather crowded inside of the waiting room. Despite it being rather large, there were hundreds of people standing around chatting up a storm. The main topic of the room was of course the arrival of the World Nobles.
"Did you see them outside of the coliseum earlier? They were surrounded by dozens of marines."
"The blue haired one was incredibly beautiful. I wonder if she's single. Perhaps I could charm her and marry into the family to become a World Noble myself."
"Idiot! As if someone with a face as ugly as yours would ever be lucky enough to marry someone as beautiful as her!"
"Why do you think the World Nobles have come here? You don't think they have an interest in the special prize for tonight do you?"
"What other reason could there be?"
"I heard they signed up a couple of their slaves to participate in the matches for them."
"If the slaves of the World Nobles are defeated during the matches, what's going to happen to this island?"
Silence soon befell the room as all of the contestants thought about the future of the island. All of them were interested in winning the special prize for tonight's event. But they were left with a sense of foreboding concerning what would happen to them and everyone else on the island should they defeat the slaves belonging to the World Nobles.
"Perhaps we should drop out of the competition."
"You're right. The special prize isn't worth angering a World Noble."
"Bah! Screw those World Nobles!" A brave voice rang out through the room, alarming every one of the man's presence. "I'm not going to miss out on this chance to win the special prize simply because some World Nobles have their eyes on it! If they want it so bad, then they're going to have to get off their lazy asses and win it themselves!"
Some of the contestants within the waiting room expressed their agreement with the man's statement and applauded him. Others on the other hand weren't so ecstatic and hoped that the World Nobles would never learn about the incident. Raymond was one of the people applauding the man, although it was an involuntary action. Once he realized what he was doing, he immediately stopped clapping and looked to his supervisor, Hayes. To his surprise the blonde haired man did not express any open hostility towards anyone that were insulting the World Nobles right in front of him.
In fact, the man simply stood there and smiled. For someone meant to be the protector of the World Nobles, Raymond also figured that would include their honor. Usually anyone else belonging to the Valentine Family would strike down anyone that dared to speak ill of the World Nobles. But for some reason that man was different. There was no malice. No hostility. He was in fact quite tranquil.
His curiosity getting the best of him, Raymond hesitantly asked, "So don't you feel upset about hearing them badmouthing the people that you are meant to protect?"
"Not at all." Hayes sheepishly responded with a small chuckle. "Freedom of speech is always important. I am happy that some of these people can speak their minds without suffering any consequences."
"How…noble of you." Raymond looked at Hayes with a puzzled expression, having a hard time gauging the man's character. He figured that all nobles were all pieces of shit with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, although he may have been just a little biased. Don't misunderstand, he despises Hayes for the soul reason that he even associates himself with the World Nobles. But he found it difficult to express his hostility towards him. In fact, it was beginning to get awkward simply being around him at this point.
"You do not need to hold back as well. I am certain that you must have some grievances you want to get out. You know, with you being a slave and all. If you wish to join them in badmouthing the World Nobles, what happens in this room stays in this room." In defiance to his "noble" personality, Hayes was incredibly blunt. Raymond appreciated that he basically gave him permission to speak ill of his master, but he wasn't stupid enough to trust the man to keep his word.
"No thanks. I just want to concentrate on my match." Raymond politely refused Hayes' offer. He looked away from the man and returned his attention back to the other contestants in today's coliseum matches. Now a majority of them had banded together and began to badmouth the World Nobles. They continuously expressed great joy at the chance to screw over the World Nobles.
Just like them, he couldn't wait to have his chance to screw them over as well. He almost felt bad for the contestants since they would never have the chance to come close to winning the matches. Raymond was confident that he would be the winner. No one within the waiting room appeared to be strong enough to even give him a challenge. He didn't want to underestimate them. It wasn't exactly like he looked all that strong either in comparison considering that he was simply dressed in worn down, heavily torn rags. But none of them looked "hardened" by the experiences that Raymond had to go through.
None of them had the look of immense willpower or determination to come out as the winner in the matches. Raymond certainly had it. This was his last and final chance to break free from his shackles that bound him to his miserable and painful life as a slave to the heavenly demons known as the World Nobles. And he was going to make sure that he succeeded no matter what he had to do. But of course there was a problem that he had to deal with first. He needed a change of clothes.
Today was going to be a day of celebration. He needed to dress for the part. Dress for success. The rags that he was currently wearing just wouldn't properly fit for the occasion. Nope. They would not do.
While he was busy contemplating as to where he would acquire new clothes, something hit him. Or rather something bumped into him, knocking him down onto the floor. Laughter erupted within the waiting room as the other contestants pointed and laughed at the downed slave, showing no mercy towards him. Usually anyone else would be enraged, embarrassed, or humiliated by this. But Raymond was calm. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. But he was damn sure that he was going to make it the last time.
He looked up and saw some brat, possibly a little younger than him, standing there looking down at him with a haughty expression on his face. The young male had flowing black hair that dropped down just below his shoulders and light blue eyes. He is currently sporting a ruffled, purple V-neck shirt and dark pants with a purple sash tied around his waist to hold his sword placed on his right hip. Although this may have been a part of Raymond's imagination, there were sparkles constantly flickering in and out around the young male's face.
"You there, slave! How dare you block my path and then have the audacity to look at me!" The young male snobbishly announced, making sure that everyone in the room could hear him. The room fell silent as everyone awaited to hear if Raymond would respond or not.
"I didn't block your path. You purposely came over here and bumped into me." Raymond pointed as he observed his surroundings. Since he didn't wish to cause any trouble until the start of the matches, he decided to remain in the far corner of the room where he wouldn't attract any attention to himself. Unfortunately, that didn't turn out to be the case this time since the asshole in front of him made an effort to start a scene.
The young male recoiled back in disgust after Raymond had responded to him. "Ugh, the slave now has the audacity to talk back to me without even apologizing for dirtying my clothes! Do you not have the slightest clue as to who I am?"
"Should I?" Raymond's eyebrows furrowed as he stood to his feet.
"I am a noble of this here island! Lehold Hollostein! Second son of the Hollostein Family!" Lehold arrogantly introduced himself. "And I am also the champion of this coliseum!"
Hearing that the man before him was the champion, Raymond's interest had been slightly piqued. He guessed that he couldn't judge a book by their cover. If Lehold truly was the champion, then he obviously had to be the strongest out of the entire group. And now that he got a better look at the noble, his clothes seemed to be just about his size. Sure it wasn't customary to take on the champion outside of the ring, but then again, what would a slave know about customs? Even if he was the strongest in the coliseum, he wasn't stronger than Raymond. At least that's what Raymond thought.
"And as the champion of the coliseum, I will be the one that will obtain the special prize for this event. You are one of the slaves the World Nobles signed to participate in the matches, right? You should go tell your masters that they wish to get the special prize from me, then they will have to make me into a World Noble." Said Lehold, firmly crossing his arms over his chest. His arrogant expression never leaving his face.
"You sound confident that you're going to win that special prize." Raymond pointed out.
"Of course I will. No one in this room can come close to matching my strength. When the matches take place, I will show off my superior skills to the World Nobles and win the special prize." Lehold boasted.
"And then you plan to use it as leverage to force the World Nobles into making you one of them? Is that about it?" Hayes cut his way into the conversation.
Lehold glanced over to Hayes and scowled fiercely. "That is correct. You are a member of the Valentine Family, correct? Do you have any idea as to how humiliating it is for the rest of us nobles to know that nobles like you are allowed to stay at the Holy Land? You are no different from the rest of us. What makes you so special?"
"Hmmm…" Hayes brought his hand up to his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face. He then smiled brightly after coming up with a proper conclusion. "Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that my family only cares about protecting the World Nobles instead of trying to become one of them. Most other nobles are always so power hungry. Kind of like you."
"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Lehold was seething was rage. He brought his hand to the hilt of his sword in preparation to strike Hayes down at any moment.
"Of course not. You are the one that is trying to pick a fight since you purposely knocked down Saint Charles' slave." Hayes pointed out. "I understand that you are proud of your status as a noble, but you should value yourself a little more. Set a better example for other nobles to be."
"Are you seriously giving me a lecture right now? Do you want to die you piece of shi…" Lehold was abruptly interrupted once Raymond drove his foot into the poor, unsuspecting noble's stomach. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped before his legs buckled. He dropped down onto his knees and lost consciousness.
Everyone within the room, minus Raymond and Hayes, were all shocked to see the champion of the coliseum go down with a single strike. While he was unconscious, Raymond didn't hesitate to rob the man of his clothes. Once he was done changing, he tossed his old rags on top of Lehold so that no one would have to bear the humiliation of seeing their champion lying on the ground nearly naked.
"Now was that really necessary?" Hayes inquired.
"What happens in this room, stays in this room." Raymond responded to the noble with the same words he said earlier. Having nothing else to retort in response, Hayes simply shrugged his shoulders and nodded.
Before any of the other contestants could properly react to what had happened, their attention was drawn to the several monitors placed around the room. On all of the screens displayed a thin man in a suit standing in the middle of the ring of the coliseum. In front of the man was a table with a treasure box sitting on top of it.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Grandioso Spettacolo! Home of the famous Gioco Colosseo!" The announcer enthusiastically spoke into the microphone, hyping up the massive crowd that could be heard all throughout the island. "I have to say that we have some spectacular contestants today, as well as guests for that matter! Today this coliseum is being visited by the marvelous World Nobles!" He pointed to the VIP box seats, the reaction from the crowd was much larger than before, pleasing the World Nobles.
"As you are all aware, today the coliseum will be giving away a special prize for the winner of tonight's matches! And what is the prize you ask?" The announcer opened the box and pulled out a fruit. But of course it wasn't any ordinary fruit. The fruit has a deep shade of red and a curly stem. Its shell is hard and is protected by sharp thorns. The moment everyone laid their eyes on it, they immediately knew that it was a Devil Fruit.
"That's right ladies and gentlemen! The winner of the matches tonight will be awarded this devil fruit!" The announcer held the devil fruit high into the air to the sheer excitement of the crowd. Even the contestants in the waiting room were cheering and applauding at the thought of winning the devil fruit and gaining the power that it contained. Once the cheers eventually died down, the announcer placed the devil fruit back into the box and shut it closed before continuing to speak.
"Now usually we would be able to give you information as to what kind of devil fruit this is…however, this devil fruit is not registered in the devil fruit catalog book at all. Believe me, we checked. So to whomever wins the devil fruit today, please be advised that we are not held responsible for whatever happens to you when you eat this fruit."
"That's odd…an unknown devil fruit that managed to escape from the devil fruit catalog? Then how come the World Nobles know about this devil fruit?" Raymond stared intensely at the monitor screen, focusing his attention solely on the treasure box.
"This is how today's matches are going to work. The first two matches will be a battle royal, every man for himself. The winners of these battle royal matches will then face off against each other in a one-on-one match. The winner of that match will be crowned as the champion of the coliseum and they will be awarded the unknown devil fruit!" The announcer informed everyone.
"An unknown devil fruit? How exciting." Hayes smiled as he pat Raymond on the back, much to the annoyance of the young man. "Good luck out there. Try not to lose, okay?"
"I won't." Raymond nodded his head, steeling his resolve to accomplish his goals for today.
"Now then, without any further delays, let us begin with the first match for today! May the contestants for the first round please come out and enter the ring!" The announcer signaled the contestants.
Remembering that he was signed up for the first match, Raymond placed his hands in his pockets and followed the other contestants towards the ring. Today was the day. His plan was now going to be set in motion. He was going to win this tournament and finally escape from the World Nobles. There was no one that could stop him now that he was far away from the World Nobles, the marines, and his supervisor. His victory was assured. His escape was assured. Now all he had to do was go out there and put on a good show for the audience.
So that was the end of this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it. The character Charlotte Flameheart belongs to Lightning God Traxid. Thank you so much for the character submission, I really appreciate it.
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