Disclaimer : I do not own Love Hina. Any reference to persons alive or dead, or any name brand items that I may use in my non for profit, only for fun story, is in no way meant to interfere with any trademark, copyright, or any other legality.
Arthur Notes : Actually I have two notes to pass on ...
First : Sorry about the update time on this, I had writer's block on this chapter, but I also started five other stories that will come out at a later date...lol, and second...
Shinji : As for your mention of "there is no such thing as ninpo", well...here is the definition of Ninpo.
Ninpo : often referred to as "the higher order of ninjutsu" implies a philosophy for living based on the principles of Nin. Nin translates into patience, but can also imply perseverance, or stealth. The Japanese character for Nin consists of two parts or radicals. The upper radical is called yabia which refers to the cutting edge of a blade. The lower radical can be read either as kokoro or shin, both of which mean heart.
The character po, which implies natural law, is used rather than do (ie...judo, kendo, aikido, etc). Referring to the art as Ninpo, rather than ninjustu stresses training which is concerned with the internal development of the indiviual's character along with the technical skills of martial training. It isn't enough just to know techniques, it is where your heart and spirit are as a person that is important. For this reason, Ninpo stresses philosophic and spiritual training in conjuction with the physical training. This refinement if one's spirit is know in Japanese as seishinteki kyoyo.
Ninpo is concerned with the defense of the whole self, and recognizes that defense against a life-threat is dealt with by the spirit as much as with the physical techinque.
Ninpo is also a group of related martial traditions that were developed in Japan since the ancient period ( before the 12th century), and that have been combined in the modern period under one comprehensive martial system. This system includes the eighteen martial skills (bugei juhappan) for the common bushi (warrior) and another group of eighteen unconventional types of martial skills (ninja juhakkei) for skills, is a unique world view, thought and philosophy, and esoteric practices. Email me for the sources.
It's Good to be King
Chapter 6
In-laws and Stomach Pumps
Part 1
"YAWN" Keitaro stretched, as he sat up in bed, feeling fully refreshed after having a great nights sleep. He saw the twins sitting on a couch in the main room, and walked over to greet them. "Good morning Tanda, Tinda how was your night?" The twins stood as he addressed them, Tanda was wearing some black sweats and Tinda was wearing a grey suit.
"Last night was interesting, but normal from our experience. Prince if you would please join us, so that we may go over your schedule for today." Tinda had said, extending his hand towards an oversized chair. Keitaro still a little asleep sat down and poured himself some coffee from the stand next to the chair, "Ok what's up?"
Tinda produced a schedule of events and handed it to Keitaro. "As you are now a Prince of Molmol you will receive morning briefings on events that effect our country and yourself. These are usually done at breakfast, with the entire family present, but since Princess Mitsune is charged with making breakfast for you this morning, you will not be dinning with the others."
Keitaro was a bit curious, "So I will be the judge for the contests?" Tinda shook his head, "Actually no, each contest is judged by an impartial group, take this first one. The Royal food taster along with a special guest will be judging this one of course."
"Who is the guest?", asked Keitaro. Tinda flipped a few pages in his notebook, "Let's see, Oh yes. A Mister Wolfgang Puck, seems he was vacationing on the island, and we were able to contract him for the next couple of days."
"Now Prince, back to the schedule. This morning you have practice with Tanda here, until eight o'clock, then breakfast. Barring any trips to the hospital, after breakfast you have several meetings with different Ministries to complete your citizenship, and other official paperwork. Then you have lunch, prepared by Mutsumi, followed by a meeting with Prince Lamba in his office over some state matters, and some introductions to your staff. Then we have..." Keitaro's eyes began to glaze over some, as he started thinking about how easy his life was just as a manager.
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Mitsune was unceremoniously awakened around six am in the morning, by one of the new 'babysitters' that had taken over the storage room. Though she hadn't had any sake the night before, her head was still throbbing from the concussion grenades that were used.
"Princess Mitsune," the female's voice was dripping with sarcasm as she said the first words, "You have to make breakfast for Prince Keitaro this morning." Mitsune rolled back over wanting to get a few more seconds, maybe minutes, ok... hours of sleep before she had to face the day. The bucket of extremely cold water that was dumped onto her, made that wish impossible however.
"OH... DAMN YOU..." Mitsune screamed at the girl, as she shivered from the water. The female turned and left the room, but left with, "We will expect to see you in thirty minutes, or we will come back and retrieve you."
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An hour and a half later the kitchen staff was preparing breakfast for the others, and watching the new Princess cook, but most of all they watch as she consumes legendary amounts of sake. She was dismayed by the fact that her breakfast was going to be eaten by not only Keitaro, but two others who were going to be the real judges.
Her time running the Hina Café, had given her some skill with cooking smaller items, and she was going to use that to her advantage. 'Well I know I can cook better than Naru, and Motoko... Shinobu has this one locked, but I can still get some good points and hopefully place higher than the others in the end.', she thought through her alcohol dazed mind.
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Keitaro had entered the formal dinning room, and was greeted by the Palace food taster and a stranger, that introduced himself as Mister Puck. They sat down and conversed between themselves for a few minutes before the doors opened and a very ragged looking Mitsune entered pushing a cart.
She placed the dishes in front of them; cooked rice and miso soup. Then she took the lid off of a few trays and placed some strawberry scones, and crepes. The smell was heavenly for Keitaro, and brought back some fond memories, as he could smell her scones in the mornings when he was home and training with Motoko.
The food taster, using his 'talents' lifted a small portion of rice to his face, smelling and looking at it before letting it touch his tongue. Wolfgang flaked the rice with his sticks looking at the texture before sampling, and Keitaro smiled at Mitsune and just started eating.
Keitaro finished first and smiled at Mitsune, "That was great. It makes me homesick for the café, you always hid your talents." He got up and was about to leave when she stepped in front of him and closed her eyes and puckered up for a kiss. Keitaro blushed, and forgot that she was now one of his wives, a fact that still gave him nightmares and not to mention severe nosebleeds. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping that it would be enough, but before he could gather any distance, she grabbed him and planted a big kiss on him.
She released him, and watched as he grabbed his nose to prevent the blood loss, "Nice to see that you think about me that way... Kei-kun...", Mitsune said, after she pinched his rear.
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Inside a military hanger outside of the capital of Molmol, a bruised but defiant Amalla welcomed her new guests. "Sisters, I welcome you to my tiny island, and to our first victory in the name of Anastasia." The girls all bowed to Amalla and in unison they repeated, "In her name, we protect the blood." She hugged each girl, and led them into a waiting limo, as the car rushed out of the hanger, she spoke of their plan.
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The other girls were curious about Kaolla was doing all morning long. The members of the P.R.T. female branch, had erected a cover over one of the walls, and equipment had been shuffled under it all morning long. Kaolla was the only one allowed under it, as sparks and flashes had been seen under it.
Mitsune had just arrived back from making breakfast for Keitaro, when Kaolla emerged from the covering, and jumped up onto one of the couches. "Can I gets your attention, my fellow wives of Keitaros!" All the girls were already paying attention to the mysterious happenings, they just sat down and looked at Kaolla.
"Okes since you alls are competing against each other, I thought about something that would answer yours questions." With that Kaolla pulled a rope and the cover dropped down to the floor, under it was a high res, multi-media screen. The screen came to life, flashing the title "Keitaro Wife Scoring", then a chibi of each girl appeared chasing a chibi-Keitaro around the screen. Each 'girl' then settled on the edge and the score '0' was shown next to each, as each of the cartoons made threatening gestures to each other.
"What the hell is this?" Was the simple but to the point question, that Mitsune asked. The other girls just looked at Kaolla for the answer.
"It's a score board silly. The main cpu is connected to the scoring computer in the official house of records, as each event is judged and the score is registered the results will be shown here." As if to demonstrate the point, Mitsune's points were being displayed. The cartoon of Mitsune, slowly climbed up over the others, until she was on top, where she did a victory dance for all, as the score of ninety over one hundred appeared.
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Keitaro was led into a series of offices, where he was poked, interrogated, measured, and examined. As he left the first set of offices, he thought to himself, 'And that was for a change of address form?'
As he stepped from one series of offices to another, his appearance was slowly becoming more and more ragged. Outside of one of the offices was a few workers there rushed up and gave him some water and an orange, as they rushed him into yet another office.
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The girls themselves were at the moment, getting all of their paperwork done as well, but in a less than hectic manner, than their husband. A page had entered the very plush waiting room, and motioned to Mutsumi, and informed her that it was time for her to head to the kitchen and start preparing her meal for Keitaro. She jumped up and clamped her hands together, as she skipped towards the door.
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Ran Lo was the official entrusted with meeting the families of the new Royality, he had been hand picked by the King himself, this alone gave him great pride. The reasons for him in particular being assigned this job was threefold, first was that the he had severed in the Special forces for over twenty years, second he was completely loyal the Royal family, and lastly after his briefing he didn't faint dead away like the others chosen.
Right now as he was looking at the first group approaching him, he wished for something safer, like driving a truck of nitro across a gravel road, with an enraged rhino sharing the cargo compartment. He unfold his hands from behind his back, and put on his best fake smile.
"Good morning..." he started, "Let me welcome you to Molmol. My name is Ran Lo, and I will be assisting you in getting your transportation and heading you towards the palace. If you don't mind, I would like to confirm your names." He looked at the single woman, with mid length brown hair, "Miss Nanaka Konno?" The woman came forward, placing a finger on his chest and drawing a circle on it, "Why yes sweetie... Aren't you a strong one..." He coughed and thanked her and showed her towards a door, before turning he made a note next to her name 'tease'.
He then approached the a rather large family, "You must be the Otohine's" The woman smiled and nodded at him. He quickly read through the names of the children, giving each a gentle pat on the head after. He then led them to the door, holding it open for them as they went inside. He went back the last family standing there, and felt a cold wind creep up his spine.
The woman was radiating a red battle aura, even though suppressed he still felt on edge about her. Looking at the young lady, who must be the younger sibling of one of the princesses, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl as her face showed signs of depression. "And of course you must be the Narusegawa family," he nodded to each as he read off their names, "Sakura, Jubei, and Mei?" With that they proceeded to the door and left the room as well.
After they had left he, walked over to the table and picked up the radio that was there and clicked on the 'talk' button. "Car one... occupant one person, tease, suggest medium surveillance. Car two... occupants nine, light surveillance, and car three... occupants three, suggest heavy surveillance on mother only."
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Sam was standing on the balcony of his hotel room, with a camera man in front of him. In his ear piece he could hear the voices of several technicians as one of the voices, "Sam you're a go in five... four... three..." The camera man pointed at him.
"This is Sam Goodard, reporting from the Capital of Molmol. Behind me you can see the Royal Palace, where we have received confirmed reports that Dr. Urashima, of Tokyo University, has been wed into the Royal family. As of now we have not been able to gain access to the new Prince, nor have we been able to speak to any spokesperson about these events. But we have learned that not only has Dr. Urashima been wed to Princess Kaolla Su, but to six other wives at the same time."
In his ear a voice was speaking from the main office, "Sam, this is Peter Jenkins. Did we hear you right? You said Princess Kaolla and six other wives?"
"That's right Peter. It would be the first cluster marriage in Royal history in almost three hundred years. The exacts of the wedding still isn't clear, but we have been told that there will be an announcement later this week. We have been invited to the coronation ceremony on Monday."
The voice in the ear said, "So Sam, right now are there any protests going on out there?"
"Actually Peter, there is a carnival atmosphere everywhere. The people seem to have embraced their new Prince and his wives openly. However, there have been some reports of demonstrations in Japan, and a few other locations."
With that said, the camera man pointed once again to Sam, and he removed the ear piece.
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Keitaro had just finished his lunch, which consisted mostly of watermelon, and recipes made from the same said fruit, when he kissed Mutsumi goodbye and told her thanks. The twins met him outside of the dinning room, and showed him into a hallway, where the entire male half of the P.R.T. stood waiting in full riot gear.
"Are you ready for your meeting with Prince Lamba?" The first twin asked, followed by the second one saying, "We are all prepped, you just need to put this one." The second twin handing him, an outfit that matched the P.R.T.'s except that on the front it read 'Prince' in black letters and the rest of the suit was bright orange.
"Why do I need this?", Keitaro was almost afraid to ask. It was the first twin to answer his question, "Well we are heading to committee room to meet Prince Lamba, of course." The second only rolled his eyes as if everyone knew about that room. He quickly changed into the new outfit and they all moved down the hallway towards a pair of double doors.
It was Shin that was giving the briefing outside of the doors, "Prince, this is the main committee room of Prince Lamba, once we enter we will form a protection ring around you, but you must stay inside the ring at all times." He looked at his Prince with a knowing look. Keitaro only smiled and nodded, "Well it can be that bad, can it. I mean you should see the Todai on posting day. Its rumored that many have actually died in the rush." Shin only looked at his Prince in awe, he has faced the committee room on several occasions, as part of his football training, but he has never heard of someone dying in there before. 'This Todai must be one hundred times worse than this...', Shin thought, as a pride swelled up in the man for his Prince, thinking that he must be the most courageous man to face such danger nonchalantly.
"Ok Gator's get ready!..", Shin started, "We are doing a red dog twelve play... up the middle. If you get dropped, remember to stay where you are and only use the flares if you have to... OPEN IT UP!" The doors open and the group was met with a sudden vacuum as air rush inside the room. Keitaro only had a brief look inside the room before he was positioned inside the circle of men. What he saw looked like a room twice the size of any American sports stadium, there was a mass of people running around in chaos, as if someone yelled 'bomb' inside the same arena during some kind of world championship game.
"LETS MOVE!..." Shin yelled over the ragging torrent of noise that represented the humanity that was locked in the room.
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The screams of one of the men was swallowed by the roar of rushing aides and other office workers. From outer edge of the group another yelled to Shin, "We lost Danna! Our circle is falling apart!" Keitaro and the twins were becoming nervous as the 'protection' had dropped from twenty four to six. Shin wasn't stopping as this was his duty and he would get his Prince there, if he had to carry him personally above his head while being ran over.
The last of the crossing would be best described as a mix of a martial arts film, and a mutant Dilbert cartoon. As the last of the P.R.T. dropped, and Shin became the main blocker, knocking down white shirt tie wearing office workers. The twins were orbiting around Keitaro, paralyzing anyone that came within five meters of him. The ragged four made the base of the platform, they each had a look that only one that fought through hell would have, as each would have nightmares about the crossing for years to come.
"Oh my God," Lamba shouted, as he grabbed Keitaro, "Are you guys ok... Why didn't you use the overhead walkway." The four looked up and spotted the steel gangway and traced it back across roof as it ended and a spiral stairway which led down to an area next to the door they entered.
After the collected face fault and medical treatment, Lamba and Keitaro sat down behind the secure screen. "So this is the 'real work' we have to do?" Keitaro was asking. Lamba just nodded as he opened the drawer on his desk, and produced a very large tome like book. "This is the listing of committees that we currently sit on, there is eight hundred total. My father as King, is not responsible for sitting on any of these, as his work is directly involved with larger issues." He removed some papers from another drawer, "It has just been Amalla and myself running these."
Keitaro looked at the Prince and his brother-in-law with some pity and understanding, "So you both have split the load, so to speak, and I guess her office looks like this as well." Keitaro taking another look behind him at the mass of workers in the arena sized office.
"Actually Keitaro, Amalla was only able to handle two of the committees, where I handle the other seven hundred and ninety eight." Keitaro's eyes grew the size of saucers, while his jaw bounced around on the floor, "You have to be kidding me." Keitaro and Lamba spent the next few hours talking about the 'load' he carried here along with the pressures of being the 'Commander in Chief' of the military as well. Keitaro was amazed and horror struck at the grueling schedule. It seemed that Lamba only had about one hour each day to himself, that he spent at meals, and only about three hours of rest each night. To top it off, his schedule was seven days a week and fifty two weeks a year.
"I don't know what to say Lamba, of course we will help." Keitaro borrowing a calculator from the desk top, did some brief computations, "It seems with all of us, we each can do about eighty eight or eighty nine each. I'm sure the other girls will want to pitch in and help out." Lamba looked dishearten, "It would be nice, but it is their decision, and they can not take any posts until after everything is sorted out."
Keitaro nodded and then a rare event happened, as a bright idea came to him, "How about Kaolla and myself? It would be like two hundred and sixty something each, but it would be better than nothing at the moment." A smile started to spread on Lamba's face as he felt that there was some hope after all, "Of course!" The two Princes, started working on the separation of the committees.
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Ran was still at the airport waiting the next group of arrivals. However, this group was very special indeed as the Royal jet taxied towards the terminal. 'The family of the Prince', he thought to himself as he glanced over the folder on those aboard. He read the reports on each of them, strangely the profile history for Kasumi Urashima, was blacked out, and classified.
The group of six approached him, as he stood a bit straighter, "Welcome to Molmol.", he bowed to the party.
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The crossing of Lamba's office didn't go completely unseen, as five sets of eyes watched the entire episode transpire. "Now we understand, Amalla." "No doubt, he has courage above that of any I have seen." "He reminds me of the stories of old." "Not only cute but he has balls as well!" The last statement caused the others to look at the youngest of the group with a raised eyebrow.
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The meeting had gone very well for both Keitaro and Lamba, they had split the seven hundred and ninety eight committees between themselves and Koalla. Keitaro had wanted to take more duties to free up Lamba from his other responsibilities, but had accomplished something less than remarkable. He had taken the overbearing load from Lamba that was three hundred and sixty five days long, and turned it to a less than taxing schedule of one hundred and twenty one days. Not only had he opened up hours during the day, but had opened up time for him to enjoy some time off.
Lamba himself couldn't fathom the sheer excitement he was experiencing at the moment, all he could think about was the time off he was getting now. Thoughts of taking some time at the beach, or even a simple stroll without being pulled into a meeting. All he knew that was tomorrow morning he would take a very long bubble bath, and maybe skip breakfast all together.
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It was Kanako's turn to cook for her brother... no... husband, the thought made her glow internally, the fact that she had to share him with six others wouldn't stop her from having what she had wanted since she was seven. Out of the girls she had seen the world, and had experienced life. The meal she was now preparing would not be as spectacular as Shinobu's, but would be filled with more love. She took her time with each course, making sure that it was prefect, her former brother and now husband would know her love.
The three were sitting in the dinning room, when she entered with the carts. Kanako served her husband first, the aromas were breath taking as the lids were lifted. She had prepared a truly international dinner, each course from another part of the world. Wolfgang, ate like the Su family as he devoured each course, the Royal Taster's eyes rolled in his head with each bite, and Keitaro himself couldn't help but moan at each bite. Kanako, sat demurely aside as they ate, though in her mind she was jumping up and down in victory.
When the meal was finished, the 'judges' both complemented Kanako on her dishes and her cooking, Keitaro stood behind them smiling at her. She walked over to him after they had left, "Kei-kun... did you like the meal as well?" She asked hoping to hear the same praise. Keitaro was smiling from ear to ear as he gave her a big hug, and a gentle kiss on the cheek, "Yes Kanako, it was great, and I'm sure that you are going to be giving Shinobu some serious competition."
He released her from the warm hug, that made her ache for more, but she knew all to well that somewhere those black garbed men were waiting to pounce if she did something 'advantageous', so she settled on something more innocent. "Well you know Husband", the way she pronounced husband, would make even a priest blush, "if you think my cooking is good, wait til we can have some private time..." She left the sentence hang in the air as she walked out of the room, but not before Keitaro had to grab his nose from the stream of blood flowing out, "KANAKO?"
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The Princess's room was quiet, not only from the departure of Mitsune, Mutsumi, and Naru, but also the new scores that were being loaded onto the screen as Kanako walked into the room. The chibi form of herself, had just climbed over Mitsune's and Mutsumi's forms, that were wrestling at the top spot both with a score of ninety, as her score was now displaying a ninety five. Motoko and Shinobu both gasped at the score, as they both knew that Mutsumi was nearly on par with the latter in her cooking skills, even though she was one food based.
"Oh Kanako-sempai... Your score is great!", Shinobu was saying on the outside, but internally she began to question her chances at this one contest that seemed like a shoe in for her.
"I must admit, I never knew that you obtained such skill in cooking as well as in martial arts.", Motoko had said while bowing to the now first place female. She too was thinking internally about her competition, 'If she can give Shinobu such competition, I have to wonder at what extent she will go to have Keitaro for her own. I must watch her closer, maybe there is something that I have missed about her.'
Kanako, much like her brother, really didn't react well to praise, as she only waved them off saying that she was sure that Shinobu would beat her. But she was more worried about the location of three of the girls, "Where are the others?" It was Motoko that answered, "Yes, their parents are here, and with that, they are now spending the night with them in their quarters." The sudden realization that her 'parents' were coming as well, sent a chill down Kanako's spin.
Almost like an omen of ill, a member of the 'protection' staff entered and walked up to Kanako, "Excuse me Princess Kanako, but your parents are here, and are requesting your pressence."
end of chapter 6
more to come in the following chapter as part 2 of In-laws and Stomach pumps , brings more chaos and fun.
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OMAKE ! OMAKE ! OMAKE !
The sun had barely breached the surface of the desert city, as three fellow travelers found themselves waking in their room. The strange group had brought many a stare in the lobby the day before yesterday, but now they were semi-famous at the hotel. Kuno, had become a favorite of the dancers as he already had quite the reputation of being a lady killer. Shippo was best known as the drinker amongst the three as she could and would consume massive amounts of anything alcoholic. And then there was Tama, the high rollers already were following the hot springs turtle around placing bets and throwing chips, at whatever she herself took an interest in.
"Oh my mouth feels like you died in it." Shippo said as she half flew, half walked into the room looking at Kuno, who's fur was matted to one side and a cigarette hung from his mouth. "Well if you wouldn't have to keep proving that you can out drink an entire Marine regiment, you wouldn't feel like hell." Shippo looked through blood shot eyes to the cat, "So is that who is all in my room?" The cat did a face fault at the news, and shook his head.
Tama had entered the room, wearing a silly smile of her own along with a sailor hat. "Leave poor Shippo alone." Her statement directed at the cat that was giving her a raised eyebrow at the new trophy she was wearing. "And let me guess, you took care of the military police that came looking for them?" Tama only blushed slightly at the question. The turtle and the bird both looked at each other, and started to laugh as the cat only shook his head. The breakfast table soon became roars of laughter, after four female dancers had entered the room, giving their 'Kuno-kun' a quick scratch behind the ears before they left.
There was others that had taken notice of the three's activities since they had came to the city in desert. "So's we in agreement, about this?" A short ill dressed man said to a group of others. "Yeah, if we don'ts it's goin to be like it was back when those five ran things." , another had said. The collected group all nodded at the history lesson, and even though they were not around, they had heard the stories from their fathers.
"So whos we start with? The bird, the cat, or the turtle?" A collected pause was held, as each thought about the three. "I thinks we start with turtle.", started one, "She's the money supply, we take her out, then the others will fall respectively." There was a nod of agreement between the others at the table.
End of Omake part 2... come and see who has devilish plans for our favorite pets. Who were the previous five and can they help our trio?
Arthur's notes : first let me say that I have loved the reviews and the positive feed back I have gotten from everyone. I will be publishing more on this story as my schedule gets more and more balanced. There will be some more stories coming out soon, from me as I will be working on each respectfully, helping to minimize my blocks. Please review.