Knight: You've no clue as to how much of this we've got to learn. And by "we," I mean any who care to learn.
::the author flows through a few more moves before speaking again::
Knight: It occurs to me that I've not accurately described Kyrin. So. Kyrin is pretty tall, with long blue-white hair pulled back in a ponytail. He's got dark skin, and blue-green eyes that are unusual, in that they're slit like a predator's. You should know the basic clothing by now.
Jikoken'o Muyo!
Chapter 5
The morning sun was beginning to shine brightly over the hills surrounding the shrine. A single sliver of light found its way through the shades of Kyrin's windows, striking with an eerie precision on his eyes. He woke up slowly and started to sit up and winced.
Ah. You still retain the marks of my 'love tap.' said Kain in a sick parody of affection.
Shut up. replied Kyrin, slapping on one of the patches Washyuu made, taking a sadistic pleasure in hearing Kain scream, then fall silent. Looking over his measly wardrobe, he picked up the blue shirt, white pants and orange-black shoes that he'd worn since he came here. Fully dressed, he paused for thought, then put on his orange fingerless gloves, pulling them down over his forearms to cover the marks. He got up and stretched, then walked down to the family room. Stepping out to the front porch, he paused to look over the lake and the clear blue sky.
Yep, he thought to himself, it's going to be a quiet day today. If only he knew how wrong and right he was.
***
Kiyone and Mihoshi were still sitting on the couch, still staring ahead. As the sun rose, they got up, still acting in total unison, and teleported to the Yagami. Upon their arrival, they immediately dug out the tools and set to work. As they conducted repairs, their only communication was through mental means or some such method of unseen exchange. Whenever one needed a tool of some sort, she'd just to hold up her hand and the needed tool would be tossed to them.
Sasami, meanwhile, woke up, stretched, and got dressed, all in that order. As she listened to the radio while preparing breakfast, she heard the weatherman say, "There's an 86 percent chance of rain today, as the remains of Typhoon Ken travel up the coast of China."
"Rain? Today?" Sasami looked out the window, towards the cloudless sky. "Nah couldn't be!"
Ryoko rolled over. She fell off the rafter as a result. Rubbing her head sullenly as she sat up, she looked up to see Kyrin come in from the porch. "Hold it there, you!" Kyrin looked at her questioningly. "To the roof," she said. She teleported up there while Kyrin took the ladder up.
Upon arriving, he stood and said, "Yes? What's up?"
"I've been thinking about what you did last night," she said.
If Kyrin wasn't awake before, he was now. "You have?" This is great, he thought to himself. Maybe Kain's wrong!
"I think I see that you really like me, don't you?" Kyrin nodded. "I see. Well, look," said Ryoko, "whatever we had in the past is gone, all right? It's been 700 years, already. Get over me and move on, or something, 'cause I belong to Tenchi and no other."
"." So, that's how it's going to be. As she walked past him, he felt the need to do something. But somehow, he couldn't figure out how to make it work.
***
Tenchi stumbled down the steps to the breakfast table. As he sat down, he noticed Ryoko seemed relieved about something while Kyrin seemed to be a little down. He also noticed that the family, to some extent, had accepted Kyrin a little; at least they were behaving normally, even if they didn't talk to him a whole lot. When they were finished, and the cleaning was done, Tenchi decided to walk out to the fields and get to work. As he walked, he looked up the sky, and couldn't help noticing that there were a lot of clouds.
The weather didn't improve when Sasami, the semi-mortal incarnation of sunlight, went in to town with Kyrin, in human guise. As they sat on the bench, waiting for the bus, Kyrin looked over at her. He couldn't help noticing the many similarities she had to the goddess Tsunami, but it was just a random thought. "I don't believe you," he said, after a minute of this.
"Don't believe me?" asked Sasami in a state of confusion. "Have I lied to you or something?"
"How can you be so naïve as to walk around in public, not concealing the fact that you're alien?"
"Because nobody seems to mind."
"Yeah. Nobody minds that you're alien. Nobody minds that you make this fact very obvious, since it makes it that much easier to get a knife in your ribs."
"Nani?" Sasami seemed kind of stunned by this revelation.
"It's true," said Kyrin. "You don't know the galactic underworld like I do. There are a lot of people who'd like to hurt Emperor Jurai, and what better way to do that then through his children?"
"I'm not worried," she said with a quiet smile on her face. "After all, you're gonna protect me, right?"
He felt his heart melt a little at that. "All right."
The rumble of the bus brought them out of their discussion. They didn't notice the graying skies too much as the bus pulled off towards town.
***
Hours passed. The weather didn't change for the better, as the skies continued to darken. Tenchi noticed this as he pulled up the last carrots. "I wonder if I'll have to practice in this?" he mused to himself as he walked to the storage shed.
Coming upon the bridge he stepped back, startled, when Kiyone and Mihoshi appeared out of nowhere. They were both sweaty and looked a little sore, but they also looked satisfied.
"I guess you're finished with repairs?" asked Tenchi, not really expecting an answer.
"Yes." Tenchi started. "Sorry," said Kiyone, smiling apologetically. "I hope we didn't frighten you."
"I was starting to worry, actually," said Tenchi.
"Aw, no need to worry!" said Mihoshi. "Anyway, we're gonna go to the onsen now, so we'll be back later!"
"Well, if you don't hurry, it looks like the weather's going to save you the trouble," Tenchi said, looking at the sky.
"You think so?" asked Mihoshi, looking at the skies curiously.
"I'd rather wash in warm water than in cold," said Kiyone, in a tone saying that they should get going. For once, it wasn't for Mihoshi's benefit, but fortunately Tenchi didn't need it repeated.
"Well, glad to see you're back to normal!" he said, waving as they walked off. He deposited the carrots and ran off to the temple. Running up the steps, he came to the torii, seeing nothing. "Don't tell me I did all that running for nothing," muttered Tenchi.
A bokken slashed out of the bushes and stopped at his throat. "No," said Katsuhito with a small grin of amusement on his face. "You didn't."
***
Genjo was frantically practicing kata. He could hear "Kiya!" and "Hup!" from the cells all around him. I may be captive, he thought. But I'll be damned if I'm going to just sit down and get fat! Besides, staying in a constant meditative state allowed him to keep his mind away from the maddening prospect of staring at the same pieces of machinery over and over, without any concept of the passage of time. However, the subjects he mulled over instead were probably less comforting.
What happened? His men were the ultimate in stealth. There was no reasonable way that they could've been detected, not even with the considerable skill of the group. His fighters were capable of masking their chi presence, were trained to be noiseless, and had the superior numbers. What was the problem? Where had it fallen apart?
One, he thought to himself, adding a mental tick to the list. One an equipment failure. If the ramblings of his fighters were to be believed, a fighter had been capable of seeing through the stealth field. There was no new way of piercing a stealth veil that would work with his groups, so this was a more then likely possibility.
Two, he continued, somehow the boy's power cancelled out our veils. This was also likely. A stealth veil works by taking energy from the surroundings and refracting it, or reflecting it. However, such energy in high amounts is difficult to redirect. The veils could have tried to take in the energy, and overloaded. But this seemed unlikely. Various equipment failures were announced with a fair amount of time between them. Of course, it did not necessarily have to be the boy. The scientist, Washyuu, could have figured out ways of piercing the veil. However, since all veils are individualized, she wouldn't have been able to crack them all at once. That explanation seemed to fit the best.
Now that that's figured out, I have a more pressing issue. The assassins had spoken of a fighter that came up out of nowhere. Going by their descriptions, this fighter was dressed in a green gi, with golden armbands and a head covering of some sort. It was a female because, well, no uniform could hide it. She had amazingly green eyes, and she was somewhat medium-tall. She, according to the talk, was amazingly powerful, enough to dwarf even the boy. She'd been able to pump 3 GW of pure electricity into the veil. And here was the amazing part – she had done this with complete control. She had pumped them up with one of the most uncontrollable and random powers in existence and had complete control. Any warrior with that much power and skill was obviously the greatest threat to anything. But the single most annoying and possibly deadly question was this: Who is she?
***
Kiyone sat back in the onsen, attempting to relax muscles that had been tense since the bond had taken effect. She couldn't quite succeed, though, because occasionally a thought would pass through her mind that wasn't hers. Something in her had always hated Mihoshi, despised the one person she really had to trust more then anyone else. To the casual observer, there was much to hate – her clumsiness, sheer idiocy, and dependence on blind chance to save her were all considered at the very least extremely trying. But the casual observer didn't notice the better parts of Mihoshi's nature – her kindness, gentleness, and her ability to persevere under any circumstance. Kiyone knew this now, of course, because she was linked to Mihoshi now.
And, damn it, her back wasn't feeling any better. She floated out into the middle of the onsen, thinking maybe the absence of a stiff barrier against her back might alleviate some of the pain. No luck there, though. She had just about resigned herself to grinding her teeth and bearing it when a warm touch sent a shock through her back. She spun around to see Mihoshi, similarly toweled looking at her with a somewhat surprised look.
Kiyone sighed and her heart rate began to slow back down. "What was that supposed to be?"
"Gee, cool down Kiyone." Mihoshi smiled good-naturedly. "I'm just trying to help."
"But how did you know how to get the exact spot?"
"Silly!" chided Mihoshi, almost like she was explaining things to a child. "We're bonded now! I can feel your pain, just as you could feel mine."
A few minutes later found Kiyone, with the back of her towel opened, lying front-down on the hardwood floor of the onsen. Mihoshi sat next to her, her hands kneading her partner's back.
"Mihoshi?"
"Yeah, Kiyone?"
"Where did you learn to do this?"
"Well, part of the martial arts training I had to go through involved pressure points in all points of the body. I just kinda picked it up."
"Mm, I see."
They sat there, sharing each other's company for a moment, when Mihoshi suddenly said, "Kiyone, there's something I need to know."
"What's that?" replied Kiyone.
"Everyone here seems to want Tenchi to love them."
"Yeah. So?"
"Well" Mihoshi hesitated, and then went ahead. "Why don't you?"
Kiyone was caught off guard. Mihoshi absently noted that several of the muscles in Kiyone's back had tensed again in response to a seemingly harmless question. She didn't answer for a time, and then responded in a very quiet voice. "I don't know."
"Huh?" Mihoshi had not a clue of what to expect, as usual, but her imagination hadn't conjured up this response.
"It's strange." Kiyone seemed to be speaking more to herself then anyone else. "Maybe it's because I'm so wrapped up in trying to do my job, maybe I'm weird, but whatever it is, I can't find any feeling in me for him at all."
"And I thought I was the only one"
"What?" This was news; with a mental flick, she had the towel wrapped around her again and was sitting up.
"Well, it's just that I had a crush on him at first, but now it's different."
"But then why do you act like you still like him?"
"Well I never saw a reason to stop," she said, a thoughtful look on her face.
Kiyone sighed at yet another example of typical Mihoshi logic. "So, let me ask: when were you going to tell the rest of the group?"
"I didn't know whether I was going to"
"For that matter, what made you decide to tell me?"
"Well, I don't know"
Kiyone sighed and sat back, her eyes not really focusing anywhere. Then she heard a light plip, plip sound. As she listened, it steadily progressed from plip, plip, to a steady shhhhhhhh. She refocused and looked at the dome covering the onsen. The rain that had been forecast for the day had finally arrived.
***
"Oh no! And it was looking like it was going to be such a good day too"
"It still looks like it has been a good day, really. We just hadn't been wanting this darned rain."
Sasami and Kyrin stood under an awning, fortunately close to the bus stop. The rain was almost a solid sheet of water, saturating anything that dared to pass through it. While they waited, Kyrin looked back over the activities. Since he had come from a nomadic family, he had never really gotten into the whole shopping thing that most others seemed to be into. Aside from supplies like food and medicine, there was no reason for anything else. Well, apparently Sasami hadn't that view.
It was surprising, but groceries and pharmaceuticals seemed to be the last thing on the princess' mind. She had dragged him to some kind of clothing store and would have bought out half the clothes store had he asked. He came out with a few varieties of clothing - "Just to find something you like!" Sasami had said. Next up had been a bookstore ("Washyuu said she wanted to look up Aristotle's break down of tragedy."), which carried a little from everything. Sasami walked out with manga, and Kyrin went with The Art of War. THEN came the supply stop, and now they were at the bus stop.
A rumbling in the distance announced the bus' impending arrival. "How fast do you run?" asked Kyrin.
"Pretty fast," replied Sasami.
The bus stopped. "Move!" And with that, they made a dash for the bus that could put an Olympic sprinter to shame. Not enough to save them a good soaking, though. Sasami sneezed as they sat down. Kyrin took a quick look and, seeing no one looking, reached out with his power and removed the water from his and her clothing. Sasami looked at him. "Thank you," she said quietly. Kyrin simply smiled, shrugged, and relaxed, wondering why the transportation system never gave buses enough shock absorbers.
***
"I don't get it Grandpa," said Tenchi. "Why do I have to train, when Aeka gets the day off?"
"Would you rather be doing housework?" replied Katsuhito, his wise eyes regarding Tenchi with a slight bemusement. They were standing in the rain, having reached a stalemate in the sparring match.
"Well, couldn't we practice in a drier area? Maybe Washyuu's lab"
"But Tenchi, that doesn't make you a better warrior. You must be ready to fight under any conditions." With that, Katsuhito made a slash at Tenchi's mid-section. Tenchi stepped back, dodging, then made a cut at Katsuhito's throat. It didn't look like he was going to be able to react in time, when suddenly he just wasn't there. Tenchi looked down to see Katsuhito making a stab at his torso. Tenchi countered with an overhead slash. Their bokken ground against each other for a moment when Katsuhito suddenly, in a sudden burst of strength, rose up, tossing Tenchi off balance. Tenchi flailed and fell when Katsuhito gave him a backhand and fell face down, with a bokken point pressed to the base of his neck.
Katsuhito sighed. "Tenchi, haven't I taught you that a lower stance is more stable then a high flailing one?"
"I got knocked in an upward direction, sir," replied Tenchi.
"Irrelevant. You should have landed and crouched, since the terrain is less trustworthy today."
"Understood sir."
"Now," said Katsuhito, crossing his arms, "there is some special training I would like you to undergo."
The inevitable question came: "Why?"
"You seem to be attaining a good grasp on the physical aspects of the Jurai fighting arts. Now you must learn the mental and spiritual parts as well."
That had all transpired about 5 minutes ago. In the present, Tenchi was standing under a waterfall. The Shinto apprentice robes clung to his body, as he stood there, his hands poised in one of the kuji-in.
"F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-freezing"
"It won't be cold if you just concentrate!" shouted Katsuhito over the roar of the falls.
What am I supposed to concentrate on? The fact that my fingers feel like they're going to fall off?! Tenchi did his best to banish such thoughts from his mind. He stared straight ahead, trying to concentrate on something, anything, but the numbing cold of the waterfall killed it all. The cold. Thank the gods, or God, or whatever was out there that life was still his. He was lucky, he felt, that he was still alive after all that had happened, that he could feel this damnable waterfall. Life feelinglife! Suddenly, a new idea occurred to him. He realized that life, or life under threat triggered his powers. He thought back to the arrival of Kain's first arrival on Earth, when he and the others had to go back and fight him. How his mother, if the accounts were to be believed, had shown her powers when the lives of her family were in danger of extinguishing. How Kain's return through Kyrin 20 years later had triggered his powers again. Especially when Aeka had gone onto the receiving end. And then, when those mysterious assassins had arrived, and he was on the ropes, that voice had spoken to him, telling him that he had to focus on life in order to trigger his powers.
That's it! That's what I'm missing! Tenchi felt the numbing cold, and yet it was different. It wasn't a force to be fought off, but to be welcomed as the greatest source of all life. He welcomed the cold, felt it tingle all along his spine, down his legs, along his arms, soaking every part of his body. His eyes wandered along the landscape, taking it all in. The pouring rain, the moss on the rocks, the bushes and the trees, the rocky cliffs and the boulders around them with stubborn plants all around them, which clings to life in spite of all odds. Then there were the animate living things, the insects, the birds, the squirrels, all interconnected with each other, yet still each other. He sensed them and sensed that he had a link to them that they had come from the same source. The same source that had given him his power.
As he meditated on this, his eyes had drooped to a close. Now Katsuhito watched as Tenchi's robes began to flutter, as if in a breeze. But there was no wind. Then Tenchi began to glow, a blue-white glow that spoke of great power and astonishing gentleness. Katsuhito smiled to himself. "Now you begin to understand." he said, his voice quiet, non-disruptive, only another part of the great web of life that Tenchi was only now beginning to see.
***
Aeka moved about with the grace that only a princess could achieve. She was dusting, but her duster was more like an ancient servant's fan. Yosho had told her to do this as a way of refining her control of the bo. At first she hadn't seen the necessities, but as she reached past the various lamps and objects to clean the out-of-reach places, she began to see them. How the slightest wrong move could knock everything out of balance, how her carelessness could take the energy she was trying to direct and spring it everywhere but the target. Also at Yosho's behest, she began to practice her stances while cleaning, and so a menial chore had turned into a very extensive training exercise.
While she was very careful in her training, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Of course, they wandered to Tenchi. She knew he was out there as well, training, because they both trained together, though not always in the physical sense. Ever since Kyrin's arrival and the subsequent battle afterwards, Tenchi had been madly training to become a better fighter. He was getting better, always getting better, but somehow it just never seemed to be enough for him. She had hoped that maybe he would snap out of it and slow down some before he underwent a breakdown of some kind, but then the assassin force had come. Tenchi had staved off those sent for him at the last minute, but in the meanwhile, he had been hurt very badly.
And what about her? Some good her training had done her - she'd had to depend on some mysterious benefactor and had been relatively worthless to the fight until then. She only had basic hand-to-hand skills, wasn't allowed the use of her bo, and hadn't developed the ESP so many fighters seemed to have.
All in all, she felt she had failed him. She felt that now Ryoko was going to move in on him at anytime, and he'd say yes, and her heart would break and then. Wait a second. What was that advice Kyrin gave me? Well, it hadn't been advice per se, but it could be applied that way.
"Do I tell him how I feel?" she asked herself softly. "Do I even dare? Could I handle the fact that he does – and able to go on living if he doesn't?" She realized that the spot she was cleaning was done and looked around, noticing the house was dust-free. She went over and over and over the situation, mulling Kyrin's advice, but eventually, it came to one final question: If I truly want Tenchi, then what other choice do I have?
With that settled she decided to walk to the bus station, her shield catching the raindrops and letting them roll down in tiny rivulets. She hoped the effect wouldn't be noticed too much. Rounding the last bend in the path, she saw the bus letting off passengers and, quickening her stride, managed to arrive just as Sasami and Kyrin were getting off. Extending her shield over them, they walked away from the wandering passengers a little quickly, so they wouldn't notice the shield, then slowed down to a more leisurely pace.
Aeka and Sasami made small talk while Kyrin walked beside them, silent, seeming to stare everywhere at once. Aeka noticed this and asked, "What is it?"
Kyrin remained silent for a time, then answered, "You people never understood how beautiful the rain truly is. In my homeland it is something we only dream about."
"I thought your people were advanced enough to know about that sort of thing."
"To know it is one thing. To see it is quite another."
"He's got a point, you know," said Sasami.
Approaching the house, they saw Ryoko standing by the porch, waiting.
"Where have you been?" asked Aeka in an imperious tone of voice. "I had to do all the house chores by myself, thanks to you."
"Well, to quote a gaijin manga character, 'It builds character!'"
"It builds something, no doubt, but I don't believe it is character."
"Shut up. You're just not used to working."
"And apparently neither are you!"
"Uh, in case anyone wants to know, I'm going to the training grounds, so don't worry."
"Who's gonna worry about you, Kyrin?" asked Ryoko in a somewhat rude manner.
"Who indeed?" he replied, smiling in a way that was almost sad – and then he was gone. Aeka decided to put Kyrin's 'advice' to use and walked off after him.
Sasami, meanwhile, got mad. "I can't believe how mean you were to Kyrin!" she said.
"What? What'd I do?"
"You act like we don't care about him at all!"
"Well, I don't, so what does it matter?"
"Don't you remember what it was like to live like that?"
That struck a nerve. Sasami watched as Ryoko's bravado faltered in remembrance of her past. Then she got a somewhat sullen look to her. "All right. I'll go apologize." With that, she flew off.
Aeka, meanwhile, had reached the training grounds and was looking around. While Kyrin walked to the temple to grab a bokken, Aeka walked around, hoping maybe Tenchi would hop out of the shadows. Discovering a path, she walked through it, hearing the sound of running watrer close by. She came upon a small river, which gradually began to grow in size and noise. Eventually, in walking, she saw the water go white and go over a cliff, or some kind of end in the pathway. She felt a light breeze as she walked closer, and then noticed a stairway carved out of the rock. She stepped down lightly, making no sound. She saw Yosho, who was in turn looking at Tenchi, who in turn was looking at nothing and yet everything. She saw him and her mouth dropped because if she was reading the power she felt correctly, he was maybe at half his exhibited strength and growing. "T-Tenchi-sama," she whispered softly.
"Yes Aeka?" She was startled, hadn't thought he'd hear her.
As if sensing her intent, which he did, Katsuhito smiled and said, "That's enough, Tenchi. You don't have to work anymore. I'm going to go back to the hut and meditate." He walked off, as meanwhile Tenchi slowly stopped glowing and the wind dissipated. He looked fairly tired, since he had stood there for a good 2 hours.
Seeing this, Aeka created a shield over him, and stepped out into the river, the water parting for her shield. Tenchi smiled his thanks to her. Aeka felt her heart jack hammering in her chest. She had to do this now, she felt, or else she never would. "Tenchi-sama," she started, careful to mind her use of honorifics, "there's something that I need to tell you."
Noticing the serious tone, Tenchi stopped smiling. "What is it Aeka?"
"I uh." Aeka, this is Tenchi you're dealing with. Even if he doesn't love you, at least he'll be nice about it. Steeled with this knowledge, she plunged ahead. "Tenchi-sama, you and I have been through a lot together." He simply looked at her as she continued, "You and I have seen many good times together, times of great joy. But we've also put our lives in each other's hands before, fought our fiercest battles side by side." She paused for a small moment in recollection, and then continued. "I was with you when Kagato came to Earth, seeking the ultimate power. I was with you when Dr. Clay came and tried to kill us all. I fought Kain with you, then again when he came with Kyrin. I was there when those assassins came after us, nearly doing us all in."
She looked down and away from him, and when she spoke again, her voice had a slightly bitter tone to it. "I have to give that devil woman some credit. She's fought in all our battles too, most of the time better than I. She's also beautiful, cunning, and incredibly gentle when she wants to be. Me on the other hand," she clenched her fist, "I'm just a flat-chested political veteran from another planet. I know that you haven't made any 'choices' out of all of us, but you don't have to. The choice is obvious, and it's not me."
"Aeka, I—" Aeka held a finger to Tenchi's lips, and she continued.
"Apparently what you want is a strong woman who can possibly keep up with you. But I'm I'm not strong. I could have been if I had stayed on Jurai and let my mothers teach me, but I was too consumed with vengeance and lust. Not only am I weak, I'm stupid as well."
She stared at him, but not at him. She couldn't seem to bring herself to look at him, face to face. "There's no way I could win your heart, since I'm outdone on all fronts. I used to think I could, finding bliss in ignorance to the facts. But recent events have opened my eyes. With all that's happening, that could, I might die before letting you know how much I care. But you know what?" She looked up and smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. "I don't care anymore. All life's done to you is take and take, and I couldn't bring myself to deprive you of happiness with Ryoko. I just want you to be happy." She stepped closer, and Tenchi noticed that she was trembling, a light blush coming to her cheeks. "But I also want you to know something else. I I" she swallowed and tried again. "I love you, Tenchi. I always have, and I always will, no matter what." Then she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Tenchi was too stunned by all of this and didn't bother to pull back. It was not a terribly passionate kiss, nor weak and wasteful. It was a kiss given in true love, and you don't have to be passionate to give such a gift. She pulled away, slowly, a tear tracing its way down her cheek. Then as if realizing what she had done, she quickly spun around and ran away.
"Aeka-chan" said Tenchi, staring off into space, mindless of the water falling around him. He looked down in contemplation, the impact of her words crashing into him. This is a bad position to assume under a waterfall, as Tenchi found out when the pressure made him keel over and fall into the river. Though his body reacted, getting him to the shore, his mind was spinning. He pulled himself out and sat down cross-legged, lost in thought over his situation, the rain falling unheeded on him.
***
Knight: It's been a while but I'm back.
::he appears from nowhere, just fading in from air::
Knight: I would like to apologize for the immense amount of time it took to get this sucker out. Between school, martial arts, and writers block I haven't been able to write. But with the mid terms coming up, and the waters of the homework ocean receding, I am finally able to squeeze out another chapter. I'm not sure when the next one is coming out, but it will require much less time, I swear.
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