Last week Itachi and Sheeta arrived in Mist and met up with Aya.
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Wow, we got to see all five Kages. The Mist Kage surprised me though. For some reason I thought maybe it would be a woman, but I expected her to be a body-builder type – kind of like Kisame I guess. Shippuden is back on track now too, and 116 had Karin in it. She's so evil xD . I love how she and Suigetsu fight all the time – just like siblings.
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Chapter 22 – Blood Mist Village
"My Lord!" A Chuunin burst into the Hokage's office without knocking, interrupting Fugaku's never ending paperwork, "We just received a report from the front gate! Two children showed up a few minutes ago and one of them is Sakura Haruno!"
"What? Are you serious?" Fugaku stood up and quickly made his way across the room to stand in front of the woman.
"Absolutely. Her identity is irrefutable. What should we do with her?"
Fugaku crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes in thought. The concept that she had been able to escape seemed unthinkable. "Who is the other child?"
"A boy. He says his name is Sai. No last name. He's a year older that Sakura and the report says he has the air of a veteran ninja."
"Could be a trap of some kind… I don't see that we have any choice. Bring them in for interrogation. I'll speak with Ibiki and Inoichi about this right now." Fugaku strode out of the room as the Chuunin pulled a transmitter out of her pocket to relay the information.
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A few hours later Ibiki dropped down into a chair with a cup of tea and let loose a long sigh. Fugaku had been hovering all day around the interrogation facility like an expectant father waiting for a baby to be born. It was annoying and it was definitely wearing on his usually unshakeable nerves.
"Report." Fugaku walked in purposely and sat down across from Ibiki. His stern face was set in a grim expression that revealed nothing of what he was thinking.
"The boy is a plant, definitely, but Inoichi says there is a lot of indecision behind his resolve. He could eventually be turned. Sakura was used as a way for him to gain access into the village. Inoichi could detect nothing duplicitous in her psyche, although he did have trouble sifting around her memories."
"Explain."
"Apparently she has two… souls or consciousnesses… inside of her. The one she shows is a normal nine-year-old girl, the other is also nine but is very aggressive. It was the aggressive soul that gave him trouble – it kept throwing him out of her mind."
"Wow." Fugaku was very surprised at this and the wheels in his own mind started turning. "She would make an excellent spy if she could be taught to use the souls. She could switch between them and even under heavy interrogation come out innocent."
"What makes you think she isn't doing that now?"
"Did Inoichi say she was?"
"No. Humph. I see your point. He, above anyone else, would be able to tell the difference even if he couldn't extract any intel." Ibiki reached across the coffee table for a thermos and refilled his cup.
"Hmm. So how dangerous are they?"
"Sakura can be returned to the orphanage. There are shinobi there that can keep an eye on her twenty-four hours a day. Sai... I have studied psychology extensively, it being my hobby, and I do believe that if we keep him in contact with children who behave as children we may have an opportunity to break his programming. I would like to turn him over to the orphanage as well and monitor him for a few weeks. He was one of the orphans that Danzou gathered for his Root project so he has already graduated from the Academy, but I would still like to re-enroll him so he can attend from the perspective of child instead of one of Danzou's minions."
Fugaku shook his head, "That's a big risk."
"True. But Inoichi has a connection to the girl, she's his daughter's best friend and his wife confided in him a few months ago that she would like to adopt her. They're getting ready to move out of the Nara household and back into their shop in a couple weeks." Ibiki set his cup down and rubbed his eyes. He had been up late the night before covering for the shorthanded prison staff and really wanted to go to bed.
"Then by what you are saying he should take Sai too. As a foster child anyway."
"Yeah, that's what I told him. He's going to talk to his wife. They are both shinobi but it is still a tremendous risk."
"So were you able to get any information about Root or Danzou?" Fugaku changed the subject. He decided he would wait to hear what the Yamanaka family wanted to do with the children before rendering a judgment on the issue. About half of the orphans had already found homes with other families in the village and one more would certainly be a bonus. However, Sai definitely threw a wrench in the works.
"Just a minute." Ibiki stood up and walked into an adjoining room, returning a minute later with a sleeping girl in his arms. "She's pretty exhausted. They travelled for several days without much rest." Sakura stirred as he sat down and adjusted her so she was on his lap. She woke up completely when she saw Fugaku, the stern father of her friend Sasuke, sitting in front of her with a serious face.
"Show the Hokage your tongue, Sakura." Ibiki said in a kind voice. Sakura turned and buried her head in his chest, obviously scared. Her long pink hair was sleep-tossed and her small hands gripped the man's shirt until her knuckles turned white. He sighed and rubbed her back. "He's not here to hurt you. It'll only take a second and then you can go back to bed. I promise."
Sakura pulled away a few inches and shot a glimpse at the scary man before hiding her face again. Ibiki shook his head in resignation
"I don't have time for this, Ibiki." Fugaku said sternly. "A child who cannot follow orders does not deserve to be a kunoichi. Forget the Academy. Let's ship her to the orphanage in the capital."
"No!" Sakura looked up at Fugaku, "I want to be with my friends! I can follow orders!"
"Let's see this tongue then." Fugaku gave a small smile. He knew from what his son had told him that Sakura wanted to become a Kunoichi because of her dead parents. Whether it was for revenge or to protect herself and her friends was still up in the air, given her age, but from his words her resolve was definitely evident.
Sakura shyly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A seal had been imbedded on it that ran from front to back.
"So they can't talk." Fugaku leaned back in his chair in resignation.
"Sakura and Sai are the only ones we've seen with this seal. Sai said they just started using it and everyone is going to get it. I really don't doubt that." Ibiki stated calmly. "You can go Sakura." He set her on her feet and she bowed respectfully to them both before disappearing through the door.
Fugaku was quiet for a few minutes as he thought about his next move, "I'll ask Sarutobi to investigate the seal. He's the most knowledgeable about such things. We need to break it if we are to get any information."
Ibiki stood up, "Then I'll have the children moved to the orphanage in the morning and they can start school immediately. Or… actually I think its summer break now."
"Yes, but that gives them all day to play. Since it sounds like that will fit your plan it could be good timing. I'll inform Sasuke and Naruto about what is going on and ask them to be on good terms with Sai. Let's just hope this isn't a mistake. I have to admit, I will have no problems killing them if they threaten this village or the other children."
Ibiki gave a short growl, "Stand in line, Fugaku. There are a lot of people who feel the same way right now."
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The summer sun beat relentlessly on the two boys as they ran through the village, eager to get to the schoolyard. The late morning brought with it busy streets and at least one grumpy shop owner who yelled at them to slow down when they nearly ran into him. They couldn't help it; their friend had come back and for the last week they had spent as much time with her as possible.
"There they are!" Kiba waved excitedly across the schoolyard. "Naruto! Sasuke! Sai said he's going to teach us a new Shuriken technique! Hurry up!"
"Coming!" Naruto yelled eagerly.
"So do you know this one too, Sakura?" Sasuke asked.
"Yeah. I learned tons of stuff. Sensei Iruka said I might graduate in a year or two." Sakura beamed as everyone looked at her enviously. She was still the same old shy Sakura they had known before the kidnapping, but there was also something else inside of her now as well. When she sparred her eyes lost some of their humanity, turning into cold, soulless orbs that looked upon the world as prey. Sasuke and Hinata had found their Kekkai Genkai to be a useful tool to overcome the feeling, but the others had no such defense and continued to succumb to her new-found skills.
Sai was much the same, only stronger. None of the friends could beat him at sparring, and his understated arrogance made warming up to him almost impossible. If it wasn't for Fugaku's orders to be "friends" with the boy as well as Sakura's insistence that he was really a good person Sasuke would have loved to have had nothing to do with him.
On the other hand, he was reminded sometimes of Itachi when he looked at Sai, although he wasn't yet sure why. Perhaps it was the distant, wistful look he would get in his face when he saw the Academy students playing together, or the hesitation he displayed when trying to decide if he should join in. Sasuke wondered, in the back of his mind, if his elder brother had gone through the same training Sai had. He had heard, from his father, what Root was doing to the orphans it "recruited", and Itachi had been a member of the Konoha Root until the coup.
It was all difficult to fathom. Mikoto had told him to quit over thinking things when she had found him sitting in the garden staring into space two days ago. She hadn't known what was going on in his mind, he was sure of that – after all she couldn't read minds, he hoped – but he supposed she was trying to be helpful nonetheless.
The sound of someone hitting a hanging piece of wood with a mallet sounded across the schoolyard and the Shurikens were dropped in favor of lunch. The orphans lined up for their bentos while the others opened their packs and pulled out their own food. Ino had brought extra food for Sakura and Sai even though they had enough to eat. Her mother was just nice that way.
The teachers kept an eye on Sakura and Sai wherever they went. The ten kids and two adult escorts wove their way through the village, visiting the ramen shop, eating candy, or swimming in the river.
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"Sai… I don't want to do this…" Sakura said at the end of the second week.
"Huh?"
"Why we came here. Our mission. I don't want to do it!" Sakura balled her hands into fists and glared at the older boy. They had snuck passed their "babysitters" and were sitting in an empty classroom on the first floor.
"Hmm. This place isn't… I don't remember stuff like this when I went to the Academy. But then again, I wasn't allowed to mix with the other students. My brother and I only hung out together." Sai responded quietly, trying to put the last few days into some kind of perspective.
"Don't you like my friends Kanamei… I mean Sai. Sorry. I can't get use to your code name." Sakura gave him a small smile.
Sai exhaled a breath he had been holding. "Well, Kanamei is also a code name. Remember, in Root we have no names, no identity. We exist only for the mission."
"Well, the mission sucks." Sakura crossed her arms across her chest and stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
"They usually do." Sai admitted tonelessly. "But…" He looked over the pink-haired girl in front of him. He had befriended her for some reason he still didn't understand. His brother had liked her and found her playfulness to be a welcome change from the dry, boring Root Shinobi around them. But he had died, only a month ago, and Sakura had been the only to cry for him. Sai had felt something as he gazed at the corpse of the boy he had treated as a brother for so many years, even before they became part of Root they had been beggers on the streets of a Water country village, but he had not been able to shed any tears. It was those tears that drew him closer to the young girl. It was a curiosity, the first piece of a puzzle that, perhaps, was part of this thing people called "humanity". He wanted to protect her and so, when this mission had come up, he had volunteered to be the one to escort her to the village.
"Sai? Are you okay?" Sakura looked closely at his expressionless face, trying to glean some kind of hint to his thoughts.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay, we'll just… send reports that say we're on track. I… don't see anything here anyway… really it seems like a normal village. Like any of the other villages we've visited. I don't… understand." Sai's voice drifted off. "Let's go back to bed before they notice us missing."
As the two children quietly exited the room two Hyuuga Jounin in the next room smirked. "Too bad, we already noticed you."
"It sounds like Inoichi was right." One smiled, relief evident on his face. They had been using their Byakugan to see though the wall to observe them and a hidden microphone to listen.
"Hinata's safety is our first concern though. Let's go upstairs and keep a lookout. We must make sure Sai and Sakura don't harm her."
"You go on ahead. I'm going to report this to the officer on duty then I'll be right back."
"Okay. Tell them Sakura is obviously still on our side, but this seal they have may, somehow, compel her to follow Danzou's orders. Sai seems to want to protect this girl for some reason so he may be on our side eventually too." The Jounin had used the insight of his kekkai genkai to discern Sai's feelings and was pleasantly surprised at what he had seen.
"If only the world were that black and white. I'll report it, of course, I saw the same thing so I can't deny it. But we are dealing with a million shades of gray right now and whatever happens next may not be easy to handle."
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The swimming pool in the Mizukage mansion was certainly a pleasant place to be in the early afternoon with the hot sun beating down. The ever-present mists had baked away a few hours earlier and the entire village was rejoicing in the few hours of sun they would have that day.
Itachi had joined Aya and some of her new friends in the pool and was floating on his back with his eyes closed, gently propelling himself through the clear water with his feet. Sheeta and Aya were still talking to each other a mile a minute, but their voices also included three other teenage girls - Mei, Shiori, and Chiyoku, as well as two boys, Mitokado and his older brother Hayato. Also joining them at the pool were the twins Arata and Yori and their nanny Kumiko, a woman in her early thirties who had cared for them ever since Madara had brought them to Mist. The two toddlers were almost two years old and were splashing around gleefully in a small plastic pool a few feet from the others.
Madara was nowhere to be seen, which served to lighten Itachi's mood. In the past week the man had been pleasant and Itachi had finally dropped his guard a little bit, but as a ninja he wasn't able to completely relax.
His first concern was that Aya now had a Mangekyou Sharingan. He had gotten the story of how it had happened from Sora and was very suspicious. Mainly because he knew the chief of the Mist branch of the Uchiha clan was telling only part of the story. He had said that Aya had made a close friend who had betrayed her, forcing her into a fight that had ended in disaster. Somehow, Itachi suspected Madara had been involved.
"Hey! Wake up!" Sheeta splashed him, forcing him to tread water as he wiped water off his face.
"I'm awake! I was just relaxing."
"So anyway," Sheeta continued talking to the three Mist girls, "are there a lot of kids in the clan? We saw some at the meeting the other day."
"Yeah. They're coming out of the woodwork. Every family is required to have at least four kids. You know, being a Shinobi is dangerous and there is a lot of… they call it 'attrition'." Chiyoku replied.
"There were six in my family, but now there is just Hayato and me." Mitokado said sadly.
"That doesn't make sense." Itachi said as he relaxed and floated on his back again. "For two reasons. One, aren't your women having trouble having kids, and two, the Sharingan is very powerful you should be able to overcome just about anyone."
The Mist teens suddenly grew very quiet and Aya averted her eyes looking away from Itachi and Sheeta.
Mei answered quietly, as if afraid she would be overheard, "No one has trouble having kids. Well, it's rare anyway. But…"
"It doesn't matter how they died. They just do." Hayato interrupted. "What is important, is that we are alive to carry on the clan. The motto of Mist is 'Survival of the fittest' and we are the survivors."
"That's harsh." Itachi turned his head to meet the teen's eyes. "Just because someone dies doesn't mean they were weak."
"It does." Mitokado replied earnestly. "I trained long and hard to get to where I am now. Why should someone who hasn't done that be considered the same as me? Is that what Konoha Uchiha preach?"
"N…No…" Itachi admitted. His father had practically beaten that mentality into him from the time he was a toddler, "But you should have respect for those weaker than you."
"Who says we don't?" Shiori interrupted, "Just because we praise the strong doesn't intrinsically imply that we shun the weak. There are positions in the clan for everyone. No one is excluded. But if you loose a fight, don't expect any pity."
"Hmm." Itachi had also heard that speech from his father as well. "I guess we are a lot alike after all."
"Ga! Ba ma ga ma!" A toddler's loud voice interrupted them and the looked over at Arata who was pointing at them with a determined expression on his small face.
"You want to swim in the big-people pool?" Aya said cheerfully.
"We don't want to interrupt you." Kumiko said politely.
"It's okay. I'll help." Chiyoku made her way over and happily lifted one of the boys into the water, then released him. He quickly began to swim in an awkward version of a dog-paddle. His brother joined him a minute later when Kumiko got into the pool with him.
"They're quite good at swimming." Sheeta commented.
Mei answered, "All kids in Mist are taught to swim before they're two. Water is so important to our way of life that it's really more of a defense than fun. Although we still swim for fun of course."
"They're a little behind with speech though." Aya said worriedly, "But Kumiko said that sometimes happens with twins and to not worry about it. I'll still worry though. I kinda feel like I'm their aunt since their mother was my sensei."
"Me too." Sheeta admitted.
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"Preparations are ready, my Lord." Itachi overheard the voice and peaked around the corner to see Sora being addressed by an Uchiha woman.
"Good. I know both families are eager for the fight tonight." Sora responded happily. "Both boys have done well in the Academy and graduated with top marks. It should be an excellent test of wills."
Itachi gulped as he moved back around the corner. He had been walking around aimlessly, just passing time while the girls continued to talk about boys, clothes, perfume… girl stuff. He had seen a few people moving in the direction of a particular building and, cloaking his chakra, followed them.
"Let's go downstairs then." Itachi looked around the corner again and saw the two walk through a door at the end of the hall. A minute later he saw four more people, a man, two women and a boy who looked to be about ten-years-old. One of the women was sobbing into a handkerchief with the other one patted her back reassuringly.
"Mom… you're embarrassing me. What if the others see you crying like this?" The boy's face turned red, "Dad… make her stop."
"Just go ahead, son. Do your best and come out alive." The man opened the door and as his son passed through he reached over to run his hand through his hair and pat him on the back before closing it. "Come one. We can watch from the gallery down the hall."
Itachi felt his insides knot in horror at the thoughts that were going through his head. "Blood mist village… it still exists…" He ran to the door and quietly opened it. A long stairway opened up before him and he gingerly stepped out onto the first step. It descended into the basement, but as he descended he realized he was going about three or even four stories below the first level.
Reaching the end of the long staircase he gazed at a tall, wide door that was open. The brightly lit stairs gave way to a darkened hall as he passed through. He could hear voices nearby and dropped back against the wall in order to minimize his shadows. In this dark light, any shadows would be instantly obvious to an observer.
Slowly he made his way forward until the hall shifted to the right. Looking around the corner he saw a wall with several large windows in it. Standing in front of them was Sora and about ten other Uchiha men and women. Looking carefully, Itachi was surprised to see that Madara was not there. Perhaps he was in the gallery.
"Oh! Good lunge!" One of the women said happily.
"Yeah, his sword work is very good for a kid." A man answered.
Itachi looked through the window and saw two boys fighting each other. Both were using a combination of ninjutsu and sword-work and their Sharingan eyes blazed with bloodlust. He was so shocked at what he was seeing that it was all he could do to keep his chakra hidden and mask his presence. A couple minutes later – it was a very short fight – one of the boys drew his sword across the throat of the other and stabbed his opponent through the heart as he fell to the ground.
One of the men who was standing next to Sora ran into the fighting chamber and hovered over the fallen boy then stood up and raised the arm of the winner in the air. He then began to pull him out of the room but the boy pulled out of his grip. As he turned Itachi could see the tears running out of his eyes. He threw himself onto the ground next to the other boy and laid his head on his chest. His sobs could be heard plainly through the glass wall.
Reaching down, the man grabbed the boy around the stomach and lifted him over his should and carried him out into the hall before putting him back down. Falling to his knees he planted his hands on the floor and continued to cry bitterly. Itachi took the opportunity to look closer at the boy and realized it was not the one he had followed the down the stairs.
That boy was now dead.
Turning around Itachi ran back down the hall, up the stairs and back to his room. Dropping onto the ground he looked at his hands and realized he was shaking badly. "Cold…" He stood up and made his way to the bathroom. There was already hot water in the tub and he quickly stripped and sank in up to his neck, but he couldn't get rid of the chill or the shaking. He was going into shock.
"Itachi?" A voice called his name and the bathroom door opened. Madara stood there, dressed in black hakama trousers and a gray yukata. "Are you okay? You're not are you?"
"I…I… f...f…f…fine." Itachi's teeth were chattering.
"Damn that Sora. I told him not to let you see that, but when he detected you he let you watch anyway." Madara moved closer and placed a hand on Itachi's forehead. It began to glow for a minute then Madara reached into the water and grabbed the teens arm. "First off, don't get into a tub of water if you are going into shock. If you… or rather, when you pass out you'll drown." Itachi didn't resist as Madara continued to hold onto his arm as he stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a robe Itachi shrugged it on and walked out into the bedroom before falling to the ground, dizzy. He stood up a minute later and made it to the bed, laying down on his back with a sigh.
Madara leaned up against the wall and shook his head. "Itachi…"
"Why is that still going on?" Itachi yelled angrily. "What could you possibly have to gain?"
"Why? It is Uchiha tradition. It is what we are. War strengthens us, makes us human, reminds us that we are mortal."
"Yet you are, somehow, immortal."
"That is… not open for discussion."
"No, it's not relevant either. The fact is that boy didn't have to die. What is the survivor feeling right now?" Itachi tried to sit up but the dizziness wouldn't go away and he dropped back down onto the bed.
"Survival of the fittest, Itachi. Uchiha are better than everyone else because only the strong breed. Even the weakest of our clan can go against the strongest non-Uchiha." Madara was speaking conversationally, as if describing the weather.
Itachi knew that was wrong though. He had seen the tears that woman had shed and her husbands refusal to stop her even when begged to do so by his son. That man had felt the same way his wife did. It was only pride that had stopped his tears. And the victor… he was traumatized for life and would be forced to accept his murderous actions as a rite of passage into an old and illustrious clan. Soon… he would spout the same propaganda as the teens at the swimming pool only a few hours earlier. Then grow up and send his own sons and daughters off to fight with the same resignation his own parents had shown.
It was a never-ending cycle of death and self-destruction.
It could not be stopped by killing Madara. Or Sora. It was a deeply ingrained cultural tradition that the people, no matter how much they hated it, refused to part with.
Itachi reluctantly changed the subject. "Why are they so many kids here? Konoha… there were so few."
"I don't know. I thought it might be some kind of genetic abnormality but after Danzou's betrayal… now that I think about it…" Madara was quiet for a couple minutes. "I have to wonder if Danzou was doing something to the clan to make it difficult for them to have kids. He hates Uchiha, that seems pretty obvious at this point so what if he found a way to get rid of the clan by preventing them from breeding? Think about it… Aya comes from a family of four children. All of whom were born outside Konoha, yet her parents were from Konoha. If there was a genetic problem, wouldn't her mother have had the same problems as her sister and brother – both of whom have no children of their own?"
Itachi was finally able to sit up and gazed curiously at the man in front of him. "That's a good point. Other's have pointed that out… but they figured it was just good luck or something. But now… I'll pass that on to Fugaku. I mean… Rumiko had twins, she had some problems with an infection after they were born but that… she was raised in the capital and only lived in Konoha a short time before she got married. I'll write up a report and borrow one of your hawks to deliver it right away." He stood up and walked quickly to a large, highly polished teak desk.
"Okay. You know where they are. And Itachi… there is no need to mention to him what happened tonight."
Itachi paused for minute with his back to Madara then bowed his head in resignation, "It would make no difference if I did."
Madara smirked as he turned around and left the room. He had panicked when Sora had told him he had sensed Itachi and ran directly to the teen's room, expecting the worst. Itachi wasn't completely stable and had acting rashly in the past. If he had gone off the deep end it would have been disastrous. Luckily he made it in time. Although the teen was not showing any desire for violence he had – without thinking - put himself at risk for drowning. All the same, though, it did appear that Itachi was becoming more mature and contemplative in his thought process. He had reasoned out why the tradition was still alive and that stopping it was not something he could do on his own.
"It's not something I want to stop at all, but it will be interesting to see what you do, if anything, to change things here." Madara silently made his way past Aya's room, which was two doors down from Itachi's. She was still talking with Sheeta and he found himself happy that she was having such a good time.
"Don't get arrogant." The voice echoed in his head, making him stop in his tracks. It had been so long since he had heard Izuna talk to him. The chakra vestiges that clung to his brother's eyes had a habit of mocking him at inopportune times had been silent for one or two years. A welcome change, he had thought, but sometimes, he welcomed the voice of his beloved brother.
Madara resumed walking down the corridor as he spoke quietly to the voice, "Arrogance is the only thing that's kept me alive all these years, dear brother. If I die… then your eyes will die as well and the last vestiges of your existence will be erased forever. See? I do have more than just myself in mind."
"I can feel your sincerity, but you have gone one step too far. I only regret that there is nothing I can do about it."
For the millionth time the elder Uchiha wondered how his life would have been if he had not gone blind and if Izuna had not sacrificed himself. That one event, more than anything else in his life, had changed the course of history and now… Now he felt drawn to it. Grasping it with both hands he made his own goals, set in motion his own plots and manipulated the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. In the end, he would rise above them.
"And everyone will know the power of the Uchiha. Izuna, I am grateful to you for this."
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Next week Itachi and Sheeta take the twins on a trek to Konoha.
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