Dozens of flickering orange torches bob through the trees amid the blueish dark of evening. Emerging from the forest, the army of men begins to fan out around one side of the village before their leader raises his forked blades, reflecting the brilliant flames like a beacon, stopping them.

Before them lies the entirety of Vivica, silent and lightless in the night, lacking a single stir that would indicate life.

"So uh, Boss?" A bandit turns to their superior, "What're we waiting for?"

"I don't like the look of this," he says, then pointing a finger, "You three- go investigate."

They walk off with their torches leading the way, feet crunching over a trampled sandy path. The tile roofs of variously shaped wooden buildings loom over the trio's heads, putting them in even thicker darkness by blocking out the moonlight. This lack of light is bolstered by the fact that even this deep into the village, there's not a trace of motion nor sound.

One of the scouts speaks, "What's with this dump? It's so empty it's creepy."

"And half the buildings are already wrecked," the second one pipes in, "What happened here?"

The third bandit to their right shakes his head, "Maybe we should grab something to eat while we're at it. Some numbskull cleared out our entire food storage during the fire."

"No," the first scout sternly replies, "We're not wasting everyone else's time. Besides, I'm pretty sure the others would have knives to our throats before we'd finish our food."

"Ugh, I'm starving! I bet those kids took our dinner!" The third bandit strangles the air as if there was a throat in front of him, "When I get my hands on them, I'll-!"

Something moves from above, casting a brief shadow as it glides over. Right after, a large, dark blur falls from the sky, pinning two of the bandits. Following a faint click, a loud crackle rings out as white sparks ensnare them, causing them to convulse and black out. The remaining scout turns his head, only to be greeted around a corner wall by Rig's face up-close and the chirpy phrase:

"Hiya!"

Rig smacks him with the glowing green flat side of his double-sided axe, knocking him out with a clang. Without wasting a moment, the boy jumps back up onto the building he came from.

"Hey, what's taking those scouts so long?"

Rig hears the angry mutter come from the distance as he quickly clicks the generator off. He reels the net like a fishing line back to himself before throwing it over his shoulder, picking the generator up under his arm, and leaping back onto Kanoa's rooftop. Rig's earpiece rings.

"Was that your whole plan?" Spirit asks his friend as he balances on a platform behind the remains of a water tower strut.

"Not entirely," Rig says as he lands, setting the generator back down, "Watch and learn."

They hush as a second group of bandits makes a commotion in finding their fallen allies. One of the bandits points forward.

"I'll check on ahead!" he yells before rushing off.

A few feet later, the pioneering bandit feels his leg snag a stiff line. He trips over it, sensing a large mass fly over his head back and forth in a pendular motion. The bandit raises his head.

"What-?"

Just as the bandit sees the log, Rig lands on top of it from above, stradling it.

"Wood you like a tour?!"

Rig yells as he swings both his arms behind him, sending both him and the log flying straight towards the bandit with a gravity rush. The bandit is smashed out of the way before the log knocks the three others behind him over like bowling pins. Rig performs an aerial dismount just as the log snaps off its rope, flying in an arc out of the village.

"Stop being such a provocatour," Spirit says as Rig lands by him.

"Spirit."

"Yeah?"

"How about you leave the puns to me, eh buddy?"

"Yeah..."

In the distance, the bandit leader squints his eyes, hearing the vague ruckus from where the scouts headed. A large object enters his line of sight as one of his inferiors walks up beside him.

"Is that a-?"

The log bashes into him and every bandit behind him into the forest with an unceremonious THWOMP. As the debris clears, the leader is uncertain whether its the injured bandits or their Auras squealing in agony as they disappear into the trees. He grits his teeth.

"That's it! CHAAAARGE!"

The bandits roar as they flood the streets, their footsteps emulating thunderous waterfalls. Rig grins.

"Showtime! Remember the plan?!"

"Get 'em, Rig."

A couple of meters into the village, bandits here and there slip over exposed book covers and fall. Rig leaps at a stunned group of bandits, quickly bashing one into the air and back into the ground, followed by two more against a house wall with his axe.

Spirit watches over Vivica's buildings as he floats on a platform. As he sees another group of bandits in a nearby street recollect themselves, he speaks into his Scroll.

"Two streets to your left," he communicates to Rig, "Four bandits."

"Got it!"

Following his partner's instructions, Rig jumps over the rooftops and into the next scene of battle. The process repeats itself, sending confused chatter into the air as the bandits wildly wave their torches.

"The roofs! Watch the roofs!"

"How many of them are there?!"

"Agh! Help-!"

"Watch where you step, you fools!" their leader shouts as he feels his foot press against rope.

He looks to his front just as another rope log comes hurtling towards him. By reflex, the bandit leader raises his bladed tuning fork in front of him, halving the lumber. As the log passes by him, the tuning fork vibrates from the impact. The fork's frequency increases to the point that its blades blur, until suddenly, the log explodes into splinters.

The bandit leader swings his weapon by his side, a glare on his face as wooden pieces fall all around him.

"You know what?! Let's just burn 'em out!"

"Burn 'em out!" one bandit yells to the others.

"Burn 'em out!" another repeats.

"Don't burn 'em…" Rig murmurs under his breath.

"Burn 'em out! Burn 'em out! Burn 'em out!"

The new war chant waves across what remains of the bandit ranks to a deafening degree. Spirit sees one of the bandits lower his torch towards the wooden wall of a home. He jumps off his platform, using his hookshot to propel himself towards the bandit. As he glides, Spirit smashes his fist against the side of the bandit's face, knocking him out cold. He kicks the torch away.

"Spirit!" Rig shouts over his Scroll, "Where do I go next?"

"Uh… I had to hop off my platform. You're kinda on your own over there, sorry."

"Aww, I liked that plan- oh well!" Rig says, then jumps down onto the main road to face several bandits.

Spirit sees another building from across the street go ablaze. He forms another platform to climb up a rooftop, only to feel his leg tugged on as he leaps. Spirit turns around, meeting the reddened face of a bandit.

"Where do you think you're going, punk?!" the bandit yells as he slams Spirit into the ground.

Rolling onto his back, Spirit throws his fist at the bandit's face as he sits up. Though the bandit's head turns to the side, he sneers as Spirit struggles to free himself from the grip on his ankle.

"I'm gonna tenderize your face into a pulp!" the bandit growls as he raises a meathammer.

By reflex, Spirit raises both his arms in an x-formation in front of him, just in time to block the brutish blows. With each heavy hit, he can hear the clashing warp of his Aura weaken. Spirit grabs onto the bandit's hammer arm with one hand, restraining him. The bandit grins, pressing down on Spirit's left leg with his knee as he wraps the fingers of his free hand around the boy's throat. Two more bandits stand by him, sneering as they witness the entire spectacle.

"Rig…" Spirit coughs out, using his other hand to grab at the bandit's choking arm.

As air fails to enter his windpipe, Spirit can feel the strength degrade from the hand stopping the meathammer. In one last, desperate push, he lets go of the bandit's choking arm and instead moves his hand towards his foe's head. His eyes widen as they strain to maintain consciousness while he pushes against the laughing face, until…

WHACK!

A flat object like a brick thwacks into the back of the bandit's head, causing him to limply fall to the side. Once the bandit's grip on both the meathammer and Spirit's neck vanishes, Spirit scrambles backwards, vision still blurry. The other two bandits approach him, causing Spirit to raise his hand forward. This time, he could see what smacked the second bandit's head more clearly:

His platform.

In awe, the third bandit stares at the floating enigma. Spirit swings his arm to the side during this moment of hesitation, knocking the third bandit unconscious by bashing the invader's skull between the platform and the wall.

"Spirit! Are you ok?!"

Rig leaps off a nearby rooftop, helping his partner up to his feet. He follows Spirit's gaze, seeing the stationary platform he always uses to position himself drift slowly back towards them.

"I didn't know you could make them move," Rig says.

"Neither did I," Spirit lowers his hand, stopping the platform in front of himself, "Let's get a better view of what's going on."

They swiftly climb up the roof right beside them, taking a quick glance at Vivica. A quarter of the buildings are engulfed in flames, while another quarter are occupied by looters.

"So uh… I don't think we're saving Vivica in one piece," Spirit says.

Rig's jaw visibly clenches before he speaks, "I hate being a liar."

"Then let's save what we can now." Spirit smirks at him, "You're not helping anyone by hurting yourself, remember?"

Rig's head perks up, "Hey, that was my line!"

"Uh, yeah, Rig. I mean, that was the…" Spirit shakes his head, "Never mind. Point is, we're going straight for tuning-fork guy."

"What's the plan?"

"Don't worry," Spirit summons a platform, "you're gonna love this next part."

"That's my line, too!"

"Just get on the platform, Rig."

-XX・XX-

"Boss," a bandit cries as he runs back to their leader, panting, "We've surveyed the area!"

The bandit leader stands at the entranceway of an untouched house with two of his cronies, holding a small vase in one hand, "What's our status report?"

"Well uh, we found a lot of wood so far! But, beyond that… not so much."

"Yes, I know there's wood here. What about our manpower?"

"Uh… less?"

The leader growls, clenching the vase, "What about theirs?"

"So um, so far, it looks like it's just the two kids from before!"

The vase shatters in his grip as he raises his tuning fork, causing the scout to cower.

"W-wait! That's why I just said so far, Boss! There's probably- no, there's definitely more from the shadows helping them out!" The scout trips and falls onto his rear, raising an arm in front of himself, "We'll get them, I swear! It'll be easier to see them when we light up the whole place!"

"I'm killing those kids myself," the leader says as he steps forward, "Burn everything else down and tend to the wounded. There's nothing for us here in these pathetic little shacks."

"Y-yes, Boss!" the lesser bandit salutes as he jumps to his feet.

As the leader turns his head, he immediately catches the sight of Rig's floating shadow in the distance. He whistles with a finger, summoning a small twister beneath him and taking off towards the boys' position just as Rig pushes his feet off Spirit's platform with a gravity rush.

The two collide at mach speed, Rig's axe jamming into the space between the leader's forked blades. Strengthened by the tuning fork's vibrations, the impact's resounding wave blasts any bandits in a five yard radius off their feet.

"And here I was, thinking I'd have to chop another log," the leader grins as they fall, "Nice of you to rush into your coffin like this."

Rig smiles back, "You guys sure came a long way to get your butts kicked!"

As soon as their feet touch the ground, Rig gravity rushes, wringing his weapon free and opening just enough leeway to bash the leader with the trigger-guard pommel of his battle axe. As the leader stumbles, a quartet of bandits charges past him.

Rig uses the pommel again in uppercutting the first bandit's chin, then brings the flat end of the head of his axe onto a second one's head on the left. As a third tries to attack from the right, Rig spins around to his left and comes most of a rotation through to send the bandit flying with a flat-side smack to the face. Right after, a fourth bandit runs up behind Rig, who then thrusts the long handle of the axe down between his side and arm to catch the assailant in the stomach. Rig then promptly leaps to spin and finish the bandit off with an elbow to the face.

With the four bandits dispatched, Rig turns his attention back to the bandit leader, who by now is coming at him with a column of flame caught in a small cyclone in front of him. Rig reaches into his pockets and tosses Slack Dust through the inferno, causing the dispersed crystals to crackle like firecrackers before exploding in front of the leader's face. After the smoke quickly settles, Rig sees the bandit leader covered in small flames eating away at his Aura.

The smile on the leader's face remains, as he whistles and reignites a cyclone using the fire on his body, sending it hurtling towards Rig. Footsteps from behind grab Rig's attention as he spins his axe over his head and sends two bandits flying in one swing. Mid-spin, Rig switches his axe into shield mode just in time to block the flame blast from behind. Three more bandits charge as Rig raises his large shield to his front. With a gravity rush, he plows through all three men at once, knocking them off into the sides of burning walls.

Rig hops onto the roof to his left just before a flame can graze his spine. The leader does the same, save for the fact that his own rooftop is in the middle of burning down.

"Have to give it to you kid, you've got some skill," the leader says, "You'd make a pretty good raider if you gave it a chance."

"Sorry, but I've got butts to kick. Yours for one," Rig replies, keeping his axe to his front.

"Shoot," he cackles, "Thought you'd be dumb enough to say yes so I could get close and lob your head right off," the leader takes up his weapon with both hands, "Worth a shot!"

He leaps toward Rig just as the rooftop he stands on caves in. Despite Rig's block, the extra power in the leader's swing dazes the boy momentarily. The leader gets two good slices into Rig's front and side, notching gashes into the flowing plasma of his Aura. Spirit swoops by the side of the roof, kicking off the bandits trying to climb up. He sends a platform flying towards the side of the leader's head before he could smash Rig away with a third attack, causing the king of thieves to lose his footing.

"Were you taking another nap?" Rig asks as he gets back into a combat stance.

"I was securing something important while you two were busy playing around," Spirit says, "It's the one thing we absolutely had to save in the village."

"It's the only thing you'll get to save!" the leader laughs, grabbing Spirit and Rig's attention. "Look at everything around you burn. I want the last thing for you boys to remember is that this is all your fault!"

-XX・XX-

Cold beads of sweat roll down Kanoa's forehead. Her legs have already begun to slightly ache by the time the disgruntled whines behind her grow audible. Over the past hour or so of travel, she's gotten just a tad tired, worsened by the fact that walking with the villagers makes the trek all the more tedious and slow. The trees in this part of the forest are densely packed, offering no line of sight beyond their large wood bodies and forcing the Vivicans to stick to the only trail in front of them.

"Are we there yet?" one of the younger male voices in the crowd behind her asks.

"Where are you taking us?" another older female adds.

"It's just a little bit further, don't worry," Kanoa replies, continuing her walk with a torch in hand. She turns her head and smiles, "Besides, a walk like this once in a while hasn't killed anyone."

A few more groans escape the villagers. The Elder scoffs.

"Are you sure you're just not lost, Kanoa?" he asks from the side.

Kanoa's smile melts into a frown. She picks up a pinecone.

"I know where I'm going," she says, doing her best not to turn back around, "You just stay quiet."

"I can't help but find that hard to believe, considering how long you've made us wander in the dark. Who knows what kind of dangers you could be leading us into?"

Kanoa covertly flicks the pinecone underfoot, landing it right in the Elder's path. He steps on it with a loud CRUNCH and panics, waving his arms in the air and screaming, "Snake!"

The village gives him odd, pathetic looks as Kanoa snickers under her breath.

"I get that you're scared, but don't infect everyone else with it," Kanoa stops in her tracks, "Or the Grimm might… GETCHA!"

She jolts towards him with both hands out on her head like horns, to which he stumbles back.

A couple small children giggle at the sight. The Elder grits his teeth.

"I'll build a statue in your departure, you little wretch…" he whispers, just out of Kanoa's earshot.

The group carries on. As the trees start to break, the change in scenery fuels the Vivicans forward.

"This is it!" Kanoa says, hands on her hips as she looks at the broken radio tower.

Gasps erupt from the Vivicans as they stare up the forgotten relic, mouths agape. The Elder shoves his way through the crowd, face paled as he flares his teeth.

"When did you find this?! Was this your plan all along?!" he questions, aggressive specks of spit exiting his mouth.

Kanoa smirks, "Feeling a little guilty, are we?"

"Great Elder," one of the council members approaches him from behind and places a hand on his shoulder.

With all the strength he can muster, the Elder resets his expression. He watches as Kanoa steps in front of the Vivicans.

"People of Vivica," she begins, emulating the Elder's pompous tone, "What you see here is the culmination of decades of lies! To which, I hope you now intend to demand the answers to! We've been left in the dark about the outside world! So dark, that we are even blind to the cause of our blindness! How much longer will we stand being deceived?!"

"Nonsense," the Elder stands between her and the crowd, "What's your evidence that any of this is our doing?"

"Duh. It's obvious that someone destroyed this communication tower."

"What's obvious is the fact that Grimm are attracted to communication signals, you slanderous traitor!"

"Oh, I see. It's funny you said that," she says, holding up her box set, "Because my radio's been transmitting this whole time."

The villagers stand in shock, and then confusion at the anticlimax of faint static and grunts coming through the other end.

"You would think," Kanoa continues, "That some Grimm would have at least tried to do something to us this whole time, right?"

"So you've been intentionally endangering us this whole time for your little experiment?!" the Elder yells.

"My point is exactly that there is no danger!" she guffaws and points to the tower, "So now that we've gotten that little lie out of the way, it's clear that someone must have done this with their own red-hot, dirty hands."

"Kanoa. I knew this day would come," the farmer steps in, "And that means you must have seen the old city. How did you manage to clear the Grimm out, though?"

The Vivicans share confused glances as the Elder and the other councilmen glare at the farmer. Kanoa cocks her head with a "Huh?" before a piercing realization makes her drop her radio and go bolting up the side of the radio tower. Her heart pounds well into her ears as she climbs, leaping a dozen feet at a time from beam to beam in pure panic.

"What have you done?! Were you in on this the whole time?!" the Elder grabs the farmer's arm, his voice echoing faintly in the background of Kanoa's adrenaline-blunted hearing.

"Something that should have been done a long time ago," the farmer responds and pulls himself out of the Elder's grip, "Us old men must reap what we've sown."

When Kanoa gets to the top, however, she's greeted by a wide view of the ruined city, desolate streets and crumbled buildings alike in their sheer lack of Grimm presence.

She relaxes just a little, or at least enough to keep up an act of cool before she tenses right back up at the sight of something on the horizon. A hill-sized mound of living, livid pitch vaguely contorted into the shape of an elk is trundling off into the distance in the direction of Vivica. Only with the silent focus of a person whose mind is blank from fear does she realize the sensation of the metal bars beneath her reverberate with its every heaving step.

"What a behemoth…" she mouths.

At the thought of what direction it's heading, she dismounts from the top bar of the tower, hopping back down at top speed.

When she lands on the grass, Kanoa has only enough composure left in her to make a half-gassed smile and blurt, "Yep they're all gone!" to all her spectators before running up to the farmer heaving. The old man gives her an understanding look as he speaks first.

"I'll take care of everyone, you'll make it back faster if it's just you. Go help your friends."

"Thank you," she huffs, and then runs back over to the base of the tower.

She unclicks her mace and swings it ferociously, taking an arm-sized chunk out of one of the four standing support beams. The tower screeches as it starts falling over, whooshing through the air before crashing into the forest, levelling an entire lengthwise swath of treeline. Through the newly parted woods, the entire gathering of villagers can now see the ruins of the old city.

Without wasting any time, she grabs her radio set and jogs back over to the farmer, tossing it to him and sputtering "I'll signal when it's clear," before running off in the direction of the Behemoth and Vivica.

-XX・XX-

The standoff on one of the village roofs rips once more right into action.

The bandit leader spin-jumps over a flying platform, crashing his blade into Rig's last-minute shield. As the leader wails on Rig's shield, Spirit fires a hookshot at the platform the leader dodged, pulling himself forward as he pumps his fist towards the leader's face. The leader ducks, allowing Rig to shield bash him backwards as Spirit sidekicks him from behind, which sends him right into an axehead-lead gravity rush by Rig. Rig's attack catches the bandit's neck in the semicircular break between the two glowing axe blades, driving him briefly back and then down, pinning him to the hard tiles.

Struggling against the necklog of Rig's axe, he manages to let out a weak whistle, which causes two bandits to join the fray, hopping up from street level onto the roof. Rig rushes to stomp on his weapon-wielding arm, but it's too late, as the bandit leader manages to let out a tap with his tuning fork, causing the roof around them to cave in.

Spirit catches himself by the lip of the collapsing roof and immediately sends a platform shooting out to block one of the bandits that's come jumping down, catching him in the gut. Meanwhile, having freed his weapon from the roof, Rig switches into shield mode, thrusting his shield above his head in time to get knocked to one knee to bear the load of a pair of bandit boots crashing down onto him. With a vocal exhale, Rig heaves upwards with a gravity rush, launching himself and his unwitting passenger into the air.

The bandit leader turns his attention to Spirit, who's left hanging by his hookshot inside the building. The boy gives him a forced smile in the brief panic before the leader sends out a whistle wind, sending Spirit crashing through the remains of the roof in a pendulum motion and beyond.

For a moment, Rig sees Spirit fly up beside him, his Aura crackling with the same dark blue as his platforms.

"Hey! Your Aura's blue!" Rig says as he floats suspended in the air.

"Rig, as excited as I am about evolving my Semblance, now's not the time!" Spirit cries back, swooshing away with his hookshot after shooting a small platform in the air at two more leaping bandits with a swing of his other arm.

"Fine!" Rig hollers, curling into a cannonball to gravity rush in midair diagonally towards street level.

Just as Rig comes out of a flip and plants his feet on solid ground at street level, the bandit leader comes bursting through the collapsing wall of the house with a whistle wind.

"Stop running!" the leader roars.

"I'm not running, I'm dodging!" Rig chirps.

A sudden low growl drowns out the crackling flames and crumbling plaster. The two combatants in the street turn to the forest on their right to see red eyes peering from between the trees, almost as numerous as the stars above.

The growls hold, evolving into bombastic roars like bricks exploding from heat before the shadowy bodies of Grimm start to pounce out from the forest.

"GRIMM!" a nearby bandit shouts just as they flood the streets.

The bandit leader takes one glance at his men and with a piercing scream, yells, "You cowards!"

Ignoring the threats in his periphery to charge at Rig, the leader throws out a few rushed hits, only for Rig to absorb them using his shield before performing a brief crouch-jump to gravity rush up and backwards onto another roof. As the bandit leader struggles with an Ursa Major that charged up to him, Spirit hookshots up right beside Rig. With one heavy swing, the leader slices the Ursa's head off, making the beast disintegrate almost immediately.

"You hear that?!" Spirit yells, pausing the three of them to listen to the cries of men from the streets and houses of Vivica, "That's the sound of your raiding party being ripped apart! You should save what's left of your men and retreat!"

"It's adorable of you to talk business, kid," the bandit leader says, leaping onto their roof, "But this is personal."

He resumes a series of successive strikes on Rig as Spirit hookshots away. The leader has just enough time to laugh as one of his strikes stays pressed into Rig's shield.

"So your friend decided he'd retreat instead. Classic."

Rig doesn't respond, merely nodding knowingly to someone above the leader's head before thrusting upwards to disorient his opponent and send his arms and weapon upwards. In the next second, Spirit comes swinging around, hanging with a wide wire from one of his hookshots before encircling the bandit leader, who has no option to attack Rig but to follow through with the motion of a downward swing. His weapon bounces off Spirit's wire, twisting to hit himself flat in the face with the tuning fork's air-warping reverberation.

Temporarily incapacitated by the rebounded hit, the leader is unable to stop Spirit from completing more and more loops until he's caught tight in the metallic line like a fly in a spider web. Spirit pulls him higher into the air, hanging him like a target.

Rig's eyes narrow with cold and focused determination. Digging his heels into the flat roof surface, he lowers into rigid stance and readies his axe. Following through with a sustained acceleration gravity rush, Rig plunges forwards, up, and then down, bringing his axe crashing flat-side into the leader as Spirit slaps a switch on the mechanism of his hookshot to release the wire from his arm.

A sound that thunders like a cannonball makes even the Grimm freeze in place as the bandit leader careens into the ground, the ear-piercing screech from his shattering Aura ringing out as he's sent burrowing into the dirt. Rig grabs onto Spirit's leg in mid-air before weakly gravity rushing the two of them back onto the roof. The growls of Grimm rushing towards the loud crash makes Spirit shudder.

"Rig… he's-"

"Stop," Rig says, lying on the roof in a fetal position with his hands covering his ears.

"Screw this! I'm not getting paid enough to die here!" one of the bandits yells after witnessing the fate of their leader, "I'm outta here!"

Terrified by the sound of Rig's attack and overwhelmed by the ruthless beasts, the remaining bandits retreat back into the forest, tailed by the rest of the Grimm. Spirit and Rig stay stock-still behind smoke until they're all gone, leaving only the eerie crackling of fire burning wood all around them to fill Vivica's suffocating air.

"Rig! Spirit!"

The two of them hear a familiar yell coming from the distance.

"It's Kanoa!" Rig yells, jumping to his feet.

The two boys mount over the edge of the roof and land on the ground in time to greet their friend running up to them. Before an enthusiastic Rig or a surprised Spirit can get a word in, Kanoa starts shouting.

"Guys! I have to tell you something, there's a-" she coughs, "a-"

GWAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!

Flocks of crows like dark droplets dart into the sky, fleeing from the forest. The ground around them rumbles as a large, cracked Grimm skull rises out of the forest to their right. Its red eyes are almost as big as the shattered moon that it grows to eclipse.

Kanoa yells, "It's a B-!"

"THE BEHEMOTH!" Rig shouts excitedly over her, whipping out his axe.

Spirit groans, "I need a vacation."

"As long as it's not a Viv-acation," Rig chirps.

Kanoa glares at the both of them for a solid three seconds before keeling over with a wheezing chuckle.

"You guys are something else."

-XX・XX-