A/N: Alright, so lower turnout on last chapter, but that's to be expected to some extent. Not all action oriented chapters have a ton to comment on.

Either way, this chapter will be the beginning of things getting a bit chaotic. I *may* need to reduce the updates to twice per week for this section of the story for the sake of quality, but I'll try for three.

Time for Chapter 48

Enjoy!


The crowd fell into tense silence in the wake of the gruesome turn of events. All that could be heard by those in attendance was the wailing crackle of Satsuki's jutsu, which she had punched directly through Gaara's body. To the genin in question, the most prevalent noise was the labored breathing of one another. For Satsuki, it was born of a newfound exhaustion that was just beginning to set in. For Gaara, he was fighting not to suffocate on his own blood.

"Now you know how they felt, you sick son of a bitch." the Uchiha hissed in his ear. The redhead rasped out a chuckle, choppy and strangled.

"You're a little late." he replied. Somehow, not a single trace of fear could be found in his voice. Even critically wounded, the Jinchuuriki was unbothered.

"Bleeding hearts, the lot of you. You never would have known they'd died. What difference does it make to you? They weren't your friends. They weren't your family. You don't even know their names." he continued, blood fauceting from his mouth with every breath he took. Satsuki forced her arm through him a few inches further.

"They were human, and they deserved a chance." she replied indignantly. Gaara laughed again, earning a second jolt from the Uchiha.

"Even Naruto didn't take it so personally. I've got half a mind to say that you're projecting." he said with macabre humor. His words struck a deep, unhappy chord within Satsuki's mind. Ripping her arm free from Gaara's body, she shoved him back as hard as she could. The Jinchuuriki staggered backwards, eventually falling to his knees and gripping his badly wounded shoulder.

"I'm not pulling the next one short. Stay down." Satsuki snapped. Gaara bared his blood-stained teeth with a grin. Even with a firm upper hand, the Uchiha couldn't fully embrace a feeling of control. No matter what she did to him, she could not dent his psychotic confidence.

"That was your first and last chance." Gaara said, rising up to his feet with visible difficulty. A slight humming sound began to emanate throughout the arena. Grains of sand floated up around the Jinchuuriki, shimmering in the afternoon sun. The gourd on his back then split open and burst, sending a shower of sediment in all directions around him. Satsuki took a cautious step back. Whatever was occurring, it radiated an aura of danger.

Every ounce of Gaara's sand then poured in from all directions, flying right by the girl without touching her. Swirling around the Jinchuuriki like a cyclone, the wind and flying grains forced Satsuki to shield her eyes and turn her head away. When the wind finally died down, the leaf genin opened her eyes and turned her head back toward her foe. What she saw was unnerving. Where Gaara had once stood, there was a dome of solid sand, similar in structure to the defensive shell he had erected in the face of Satsuki's lightning. However, it was denser, more uniform, and larger.

'What…is this?' Satsuki pondered nervously. Though she possessed no natural ability to sense chakra, the Uchiha girl could feel a metamorphosis taking place within the earthen cocoon before her. The presence seeping out from the sand was disturbing, and it was growing more potent by the second. Satsuki's better judgment begged her to intervene, but when she attempted to take a step to put a stop to it, she found that she was frozen. She was subject to the dark spectacle to come.

The wait was a short one in reality, lasting less than thirty seconds, but it may as well have been an eternity within Satsuki's mind. She could practically taste Gaara's menace, even without a clear view of him. Finally ending the intermission, the sandy shell burst into a massive cloud of shining sand that hung in the air without falling to the ground. In the epicenter of the theatrics stood Gaara, and he had indeed undergone a transformation.

His eyes had changed from a featureless blue to golden, with diamond-shaped irises. His left arm, which Satsuki had left so badly mangled mere moments ago, was encased in a jagged, form-fitting armor of condensed sand that reached up to the base of his neck. Beyond that, his face was covered in symmetrical markings that extended down from his eyes over both sides of his body and overlapped with his encased arm. Much of his tunic had torn away, leaving him nearly shirtless save for a few scraps of cloth.

His muscle mass even seemed to have increased, if only a slight amount. While his appearance was intimidating in and of itself, the effect he had on the environment around him was even more unsettling. Birds had ceased their songs, cicadas had silenced, and the crowd's murmur was now that of a hushed whisper. Whatever he had become, its danger was not lost on anyone or anything. After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"I'd apologize for what's about to happen to you, but I've never been a liar." he said, his voice a half-octave lower than it had been before. Satsuki assumed her taijutsu stance. Things were about to become significantly more perilous, and she knew it. The sand floating in the air then dropped to the ground, and Gaara burst forward. Immediately, the Uchiha girl was utterly shocked by his speed. He was upon her with a quickness that nearly felt instant, and Satsuki's heightened senses were the only thing that saved her from a swift decapitation.

Ducking at the last possible moment, the leaf genin felt a violent breeze sweep through the space where her head had been a fraction of a second prior. Though he had overswung massively, Gaara was able to catch his balance without stumbling, which left him right in range to take another swipe at her. Unfortunately, Satsuki was unable to defend herself from his second attempt at striking her, as his armored fist sunk into her side. The impact sent the girl soaring backwards. After skipping off the ground twice, she slid to a stop just before hitting the wall.

"This is gonna suck." she grunted under her breath, dragging herself up from the dirt. Gaara had not pursued her. He was simply waiting in the center of the arena. He was blazing fast, and the first punch he'd landed had bruised at least two of her ribs. He was the complete opposite of what he had been at the start of the match.

'Letting him go first is suicide.' Satsuki thought to herself with a slight nod. Steeling herself for the difficult task ahead, she led the dance by vanishing from sight, only to appear right behind the Jinchuuriki a brief pause later. Spearing a punch toward his spin, Satsuki's attempted strike was side-stepped, and Gaara clamped her arm down against his ribs. He then gave a harsh jerk on the limb, tossing her out in front of him again. Catching herself easily, Satsuki charged back in to fight.

With a kunai drawn and charged with electrical chakra, the Uchiha clashed against Gaara's left arm. Sparks flew in all directions as they strained against one another.

'The sand's harder than metal.' Satsuki noted with a clenched jaw. Her arm was then knocked aside, leaving a clear opening that Gaara took full advantage of by cracking her clean across the jaw with his bare, tattooed arm. Despite his flesh being human, unlike that of his left arm, the impact was still painful. Holding her ground, the Uchiha attempted to counter him with a similar punch, but her wrist was caught. Responding immediately, Satsuki made a short vertical leap and slammed her knee into the bottom of Gaara's chin.

The Jinchuuriki released her, but did not retreat even a step. Building on her minimal success, Satsuki pressed her palm into his chest and jolted him with a sizable amount of her chakra, freezing him up momentarily. Taking the chance to retreat, the Uchiha leapt backwards. She hadn't made it twenty feet before she bumped into an obstacle. She had taken her eyes off of Gaara. The lapse had been momentary, but as she was quickly learning, her margin for error was nonexistent. Though she whirled around to face him as quickly as she could, she was unprepared for the vice grip that clamped down on her neck.

Lifting her up by her throat with his encased left arm, Gaara slammed Satsuki into the ground with enough force to cause her to sink into the dirt an inch. Try as she might to struggle against his grip, the Uchiha could not overpower him. Especially not from flat on her back.

"Come on, give me more resistance than this. I went through the trouble of transforming. Make it worth my while." Gaara growled, his sadistic smirk revealing a set of fangs as he squeezed her windpipe. Locking eyes with the redhead, Satsuki attempted to hypnotize him with her sharingan, but to her shock, it took no effect. Despite being unmoved by her illusion, Gaara acknowledged her failed tactic.

"Your genjutsu won't work on me, little girl." he said mockingly, picking her up from the ground and dangling her out in front of him. He then dropped her, and kicked her in the stomach mid-fall, sending her tumbling away. Satsuki managed to roll onto one knee and regain her faculties rather quickly, but her entire body was in pain. Forcing herself up to her feet, the Uchiha shook off the ringing in her head.

'Naruto…was right. He was holding back. He's been hiding this the entire time. Lee never had a chance.' she thought to herself, fighting back against allowing panic to creep in. She was at a loss. Taijutsu was suicidal, Ninjutsu was unlikely to work, and Genjutsu had no effect. She was completely cornered. Chidori was likely her final viable option, but wasting it on a nonfatal blow would leave her in even more dire straits. As Gaara approached her, his stroll infuriatingly casual and calm, Satsuki dropped down to a knee again.

'I'll rip the arm right off this time.' she silently vowed, beginning to weave her seals. Before she could complete the process, something strange happened. The entire arena fell into utter silence. The crowd had been quiet ever since Gaara's change, but there had still been audible chatter and occasional cheers. Now, a dropping pin would echo. Stopping her jutsu, Satsuki looked around the arena in confusion.

"Took them long enough. It's finally begun." came the voice of Gaara, who had halted his advance and was staring up to a specific section of the crowd. Following his line of sight, the Uchiha found that he was looking directly up at the heavily guarded balcony that housed the Hokage and Kazekage. The distance was far too great for her to make out what exactly was occurring up above, but it was clear that greater powers were at work.

"What the hell is going on?" she demanded, drawing Gaara's cold gaze back to her. The Jinchuuriki flexed his armored left arm.

"Use your ears. You'll find your answer." he said vaguely. Frustrating as his response was, Satsuki did as she was told and strained her hearing to its limit. Upon doing so, she picked up on what almost sounded like a muffled skirmish, far in the distance. Such sounds then intensified, causing her to flinch. Tearing her eyes up to the silent crowd again, she saw that dozens of people had risen from their seats. They all had one thing in common.

They were all wearing identical brown flak jackets.

"The peace has been broken." said Gaara, voicing the very same conclusion Satsuki had come to herself. The Uchiha glared at him, a new unease gripping her.

"This was all just a diversion." she said. The Jinchuuriki nodded and made a wide gesture with his arms, a grin of anticipation on his face.

"I'm surprised you didn't catch on sooner. None of this really means much to me, but it gives me a playground to let loose on. You'll only be the first." he said darkly. What he was implying was all too clear.

"You wouldn't." she warned dangerously. Gaara gave her a bored look and made a hand sign. His eyes then drifted up to a section of the audience consisting entirely of unmoving civilians.

"Wouldn't I?" he asked, the sand that had fallen to the ground amid his transformation rising up to life. Satsuki's blood ran cold. It had been a foolish sentiment. No part of her held any doubts as to Gaara's capability for murder. Now taking his threat incredibly seriously, the directive in the Uchiha's mind completely changed.

"Not here." she said, allowing him to connect the dots for himself. Gaara raised an eyebrow and tilted his head off to one side.

"Why not? Lots of open space, and a captive audience. I quite like this, actually." he replied coyly. Satsuki opted against wasting more time than she already had. In a risky maneuver, she blitzed him without warning. The gamble paid off, as she was able to knock his head back with a quick punch as she flew past him. Moving as quickly as she could, Satsuki sprinted up the far wall, and leapt up onto the roof of the arena. She was afforded no time at all to think, as the moment she turned around, she saw that Gaara was in hot pursuit. With one last deep breath, Satsuki set off toward the nearest border.

The hunt was on.


Hiruzen rose up from his chair and straightened his robes. Things had fallen into chaos down below. A large-scale genjutsu had been cast. One that had rendered a majority of the arena unconscious. Those with an intrinsic resistance to such things had retained their autonomy, and were fighting in the stands. Suna jonin and chunin had been inserted into the crowd under false identities, and they had been spared of the genjutsu's effects. It was a disaster, in no uncertain terms.

"Well, there isn't much left to do or say, is there, Orochimaru?" he said calmly. The so-called Kazekage, who was seated to Hiruzen's right, rose to join him.

"If you knew, why let the final round go on at all?" the false leader asked, his voice serpentine and raspy. The Hokage turned to face the younger man, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Having an event to structure our defense around made things simpler. We had forces at the ready stationed all over the village. They're already battling yours, actually. The only surprise was that you went to the trouble of stacking the deck, so to speak. Using the crowd as cover was cowardly." he said. The "Kazekage" chuckled darkly, finally allowing his henge to drop entirely.

"The ends justify the means, Sensei. Regardless, there's no stopping this now. This is an invasion." Orochimaru replied nonchalantly. Hiruzen folded his hands behind his back regally. Violence was surely the inevitable destination of their encounter, but any and all information he could siphon out before the situation hit that point was valuable.

"What could you possibly stand to gain from this? You're a murderer, that much I've known for years, but why Suna? Why upset the balance in such a way?" he questioned. The Sanin turned up a palm.

"It was just too convenient, really. Control of an entire country, and the chance to put a stake through your heart. I couldn't pass it up once it became clear that Rasa was vulnerable." he said. A reminiscent laugh.

"Though, I never expected his brat to be such a nuisance. He tried to kill me more than once. I had to tame him by force." he added. Before Hiruzen could respond, he caught something out of the corner of his periphery. Turning his head to fully face left, he saw that Satsuki had scaled the far wall, and was now up on the roof with Gaara ripping after her. Watching silently, the Hokage pursed his lips as the Uchiha leapt down into the village below. Based upon the direction they were heading, it was fairly easy to deduce what the girl's intention was.

'Lead him as far away as you can. Tread carefully.' he called out to her silently. Suppressing his concern, Hiruzen turned back to Orochimaru.

"Opportunistic and manipulative. You haven't changed a bit." he said. The pale man removed the hat from his head and tossed it aside.

"Oh, but I have. You'll be learning just how much, old man." he jeered. The Hokage stood unflinchingly and unclasped his hands from behind his back.

"Enough talk, then. I'll give you the duel you're seeking, but not here. Not among so many." he said firmly. Orochimaru merely smirked. For a time, the estranged pupil and master stood in wordless silence.

Eventually, they both vanished into puffs of smoke to rekindle hostilities.


Kakashi stepped over a dead enemy jonin as he drove a kunai into a second. As the man's eyes glazed over and his vitality fizzled out, the Copy Ninja tossed him over the edge of the arena. He had been on high-alert the entire day for reasons he had been unable to pin down, but the moment the pandemonium had ensued, the feeling had crystalized within his mind. Something had felt distinctly wrong for several days, and now he knew why. Konoha, in one sudden burst, had been invaded by Sunagakure. Tensions had been fairly high between the two nations for some time, but relations had improved somewhat in recent years.

'It sounds like there's already active combat outside the building. They saw this coming, didn't they?' Kakashi pondered, tossing yet another man over the edge of the seating area mid-thought. If preparations had been made ahead of time, he had been left out of the loop, and he found that possibility quite irritating. Breathing deep, the silver-haired ninja glanced back over his shoulder. Thankfully, Shikamaru had not been touched by the four imposters that had been present within their small seating area. The Nara was hard at work rousing sleeping civilians from their involuntary sleep.

Strolling over to his student, Kakashi swept his eyes across the section. All but a few had been awoken and while they weren't exactly calm, Shikamaru had managed to keep them from panicking. Assisting in the cause, the Jonin awoke two of the remaining three unconscious people. The third was handled by the genin. With a group of twenty-odd shaken people fully lucid, Kakashi cleared his throat loudly to catch their collective attention.

"We're in too deep to sugarcoat this, so I'll be blunt. From the looks of things, we're under attack. I can't promise you much, but I can give you my word that you'll all be safe if you do as I say." he began, earning a few nervous nods. He then pointed to Shikamaru.

"My student is going to lead you to the lowest level of the arena. There's a bunker below ground for exactly this sort of situation. He's capable, and he's smart. You can trust him." he said. Reactions were mixed, but no outright opposition was voiced. With arrangements seemingly made, Kakashi took the Nara off to one side.

"The bunker is to the left of the infirmary. People are probably holed up down there already, so just follow the noise once you get into the lower halls. Can you handle that?" he asked in a hushed tone. The plan was improvised, but it was the only reliable option. Shikamaru nodded firmly.

"Sounds easy enough. What are you gonna do?" he replied. The Copy Ninja's eyes darted off toward the opposite side of the arena, where the Kage's seating balcony stood empty.

"Lord Third and the Kazekage set off a minute ago. I'm going to pursue them." he revealed. His student's expression gained a shade of concerned skepticism.

"Hokage-sama should be able to handle himself, don't you think?" he inquired. Kakashi shook his head.

"He's still our strongest Shinobi, but he's old, Shikamaru. Over seventy. He hasn't seen much action lately. If there were ever a time to be cautious, it's now." he explained. Seemingly satisfied with his logic, Shikamaru nodded and turned his attention toward the civilians, who were looking at them expectantly.

"Let's get moving, folks. Stay as close together as you can." he called out to them, jogging out toward the stairwell. Kakashi watched him lead the group down the first few steps. Once they had all filtered out, he stepped up onto the edge of the balcony.

'Stay safe, Satsuki, Shikamaru, Naruto. I'll see you all soon.'


Satsuki kept her eyes fixed straight ahead toward the dense forest as she bounded from rooftop to rooftop. She was being chased, and she was not the faster of the two participants. Gaara was gaining on her an inch at a time, and the moment he caught up with her, the battle would resume. She would not allow it to happen in the presence of so many unprotected civilians. Most enemy Ninja, no matter their rank, were decent enough to leave unarmed citizens out of the fighting. As rushed as her travel had been, she had witnessed several examples of this truth. Gaara held no such mercy in his heart.

Should they clash in public space, people would die, and likely more than just a few. He was bloodthirsty and wild. The border was nearby. A bit less than a mile away. Less than three minutes. Looking back over her shoulder, Satsuki was met by Gaara's demented face. His eyes held a boundless contempt, and not just for her. Nothing was personal to him. Nothing was important. All that mattered was chaos. Not a shred of empathy called his soul home.

Turning to face him fully, Satsuki shifted to more or less running and jumping backwards across the roofs. Keeping the Jinchuuriki in her sights allowed her to be prepared in case he grew impatient. The next quarter-mile was uneventful, at least in the sense that their extended game of cat and mouse remained intact. Once that distance had been passed, however, the lull was horrifically broken. As they raced along, a pair of leaf Chunin leapt up from the streets below.

The moment they came into view, Satsuki's stomach dropped. Whether out of ignorance or truly outsized confidence, they were attempting to ambush Gaara.

"No!" the Uchiha screamed, planting her feet and reversing her course in a futile attempt to prevent what she knew all too well was coming. The Chunin had caught the redhead as he was leaping between buildings. As such, the brief engagement took place mid-air. It lasted less than four seconds.

The first of the two chunin, a man appearing to be in his mid-twenties, was impaled through the chest by Gaara's jagged left arm, with the Jinchuuriki's hand sprouting out from his back with a grotesque spray of blood. The second was caught by the throat with the Suna boy's free hand in the same motion. Soaring across the gap between buildings, Gaara violently slammed the pair into the dense roof they landed on, instantly snapping the neck of the second chunin, a woman who looked only a few years older than Satsuki herself.

Ripping his hand free from the man's chest, Gaara licked the chunin's speckled blood from his cheek and stood up straight again from the kneel he had landed in. Satsuki touched down on the opposite side of the same roof a half-beat later. She had not made it in time. Two people had died on her watch. Gaara had slaughtered them without even blinking. Every fiber of her being screamed out for her to attack her foe right then and there, but she managed to contain her feelings.

Nodding off toward the border, Satsuki took off across the rooftops again, this time with her back turned. She dared not look upon his bloodied face for risk of a total loss of her self-control. A smidge over two minutes later, Satsuki leapt down from the final building and landed just in front of the edge of the forest that enveloped the village. Gaara touched down several meters away seconds later.

"You're just delaying the inevitable, you know. The minute I'm done with you, I'm having my fun." the Jinchuuriki said, his voice holding a threatening undertone. Satsuki stood firm and inched forward.

"You'll die trying." she shot back. Gaara opened and closed his hands, fresh plasma dripping from both.

"Do you even know how to kill somebody like me?" he asked. Satsuki drew a pair of kunai and crossed her arms to assume a taijutsu stance.

"I'll cut your head off. See if that works."


Naruto snapped awake with a jolt. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a duration that was lost on him, but any grogginess he had felt during his previous awakenings had vanished. Something had shocked him into full gear.

"Don't move too much, Naruto."

Turning his head left on the stiff mattress he was laying on, Naruto saw the head medic, who had been at his side each and every time he had returned to the waking world. Unlike every other occasion, however, the middle-aged man was now working alone, with his hands glowing green against the blonde's abdomen. Something was awry.

"What's going on?" he asked, wincing in pain as he sat up just a bit too much. The medic gently laid him back down. His expression was calm, but his eyes were alight with stress and strain.

"Konoha has been invaded, from the looks of things." he replied. The answer was so utterly jarring that Naruto initially took it as a joke, but the longer the silence stretched on without a punchline, the clearer it became that the man was not spinning a yarn. Taking a deep breath to remain calm, Naruto swallowed a lump in his throat.

"When did this all start?" he asked. The head medic glanced up at a crooked clock that appeared to have been shaken from its proper orientation.

"Just over fifteen minutes ago. Not much time, but everything is scrambled." the older man replied. The Jinchuuriki looked toward the door, which was ajar.

"I'm guessing the other doctors ran, then?" he asked. To his surprise, the medic shook his head and pursed his lips as he seemed to come upon a particularly difficult problem within Naruto's injuries.

"I sent them to the bunker. They'll be safer there, and plenty of civilians were injured in the initial attack. I'm working as fast as I can, but you still aren't much more than half done healing." he corrected. Naruto sighed heavily and stared up at the ceiling as he processed the mountain of information that had been presented to him. Though his encounters with them had been brief, the Suna genin had struck Naruto as unusual in their behavior from the very beginning, even excluding Gaara's more blatant crimes.

Inevitably, his thoughts found their way to his teammates and his teacher. Kakashi, he worried very little about. The man was strong, intelligent, and experienced. Come what may, he would be fine. Shikamaru was also likely to preserve himself. It was in his nature. He would find a way to remain intact. The moment his mind settled on Satsuki, worry began pouring in. She had neither Kakashi's poise nor Shikamaru's instinct for self-protection. She would take matters into her own hands.

"How long have I been in here?" he asked, a new urgency in his voice. The head medic took another look at the clock.

"Forty-five minutes." he reported. Naruto's panic intensified. Based upon the time frame, it was likely that the invasion had begun during Satsuki's match against Gaara. How this change of atmosphere had affected their duel was a mystery, but the results were almost certainly negative. Despite being aware of his lack of natural sensory capabilities, the blonde clamped his eyes shut and strained himself to search for some sign of his teammate nearby.

Instead, he found Gaara.

As with their encounter many weeks prior, Naruto could feel the redhead's bloodlust, and it was far stronger than it had been back then. Something about him felt distinctly different. His aura was heavier and denser than before. He had changed, and not for the better. This revelation completely pushed Naruto over the edge. He could not sit idly by. Not with a creature of Gaara's nature at large, and especially not while unsure of Satsuki's well-being in the face of him.

Forcing himself to sit up, Naruto bore the pain that came with his excessive movement through bared teeth and clenched fists. He was in less agony than he had been during his first awakening, but his body still ached all the way down to the core, and he felt rather weak.

"Please sit still. I can't have you moving around. This is a delicate process." the head medic said. Naruto shook his head and threw his legs over the side of the bed, dropping down roughly to the floor.

"I can't stay here. I need to help." he wheezed, staggering toward the door. The older man put a firm hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

"I understand how you feel, lad, I really do, but you're in no condition to be fighting. You'll keel over. Let me finish treating you." he reasoned. Naruto clenched his jaw and attempted another step.

"There isn't enough time. I can't wait." he said. When the medic attempted to pull him back again, Naruto shot him a glare over his shoulder, his irises shifting from blue to red. After a brief staring match, the man sighed.

"Give me two minutes. I can cut some corners and slow down the bleeding." he requested. Though he was hardly happy with any delay whatsoever, Naruto's logical side won out over his emotions.

"Make it quick." he grunted, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. Getting to work immediately, the head medic pressed his palms to Naruto's chest and began mending specific sections of his damaged organs. After a touch over ninety seconds, the older man retracted his hands and stepped back with a nod. Standing again, Naruto found that he was in far less pain. It was a temporary fix, but it would do.

"Thank you." he said gratefully. The head medic gave him a thumbs up and gestured for him to be on his way.

"Try not to get yourself killed." he said. The Jinchuuriki nodded and ran out the door and into the winding hallway.

'Stay in one piece until I get there, Satsuki.'


A/N: Soooo yeahhhh no beating around the bush with this chapter. There was really no need to delay the invasion at all, and going into too much detail about the minor aspects of it is dull and unneeded. (Gold star for anybody who can find the movie reference this chapter)

And yes, I did change up the design of Gaara's transformation. Think of it as a more controlled, more refined version of the form he took against Sasuke in canon. The arm is normal sized, if the description didn't make that clear.

I REALLY hope this was coherent to read, because a bunch of interconnected things are going on all at once, and the time frame might be slightly confusing. The scenes happen in *more or less* chronological order, if that wasn't clear, with some overlap between each.

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