Secrets of the Night

DISCLAIMER: I Do NOT own Pokemon!

Chapter 47: A Much Needed Break

It was mid-afternoon, days after Neo and Chase left Fuchsia City in order to reach their new destination.

The weather was fair and fortuitous throughout their travels with warm sunlight and ever cool and present breeze. It had been a long trek from the ancient ninja village to the bustling metropolis that was Celadon City, especially when they took the scenic route in contrast to the busy cycling road.

During those days, they camped out under the stars, much to Neo's childlike amusement and wonder. Being the rich nobleman that he was, sleeping in a tent was not exactly common throughout his life. It was evident in his face as he pulled out the camping kit from his pack. He was completely lost as he tried to assemble the tent. Luckily Chase, being the experienced traveler, helped him set up the portable shelter. Afterwards, they made a campfire and Chase shared stories of his travels from Sinnoh to Kanto while Neo, being the ghost-type enthusiast countered his friend's tales with scary ones, much to his ghost pokemon's delight and Chase's horror.

But that lifestyle quickly changed when they arrived in Celadon City.

Currently, they were resting in their spacious hotel rooms, luxury suites of the famous and largest hotel in all of Kanto. It had a gold and beige scheme with elegant white Hyacinths blooming in every corner. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the tall glass windows were covered by elegant curtains.

Neo and Chase each had their own king-sized bed located in adjacent bedrooms for convenient purposes. They were a single door away from each other in case something bad would happen, not that they doubted the security of the renowned Palace of Persians Hotel.

In his room, Chase laid across his massive bed and breathed in the royal treatment that was still gradually attempting to dawn on him.

He didn't question Neo after they walked through the front door of one of the fanciest and sophisticated buildings in Celadon which was next to the towering mall and the equally popular casino. But it was most likely he was already struck speechless from that point on. That and maybe the black collar long-sleeve that was forced to wear. He was not used to wearing stuffy clothes. It made him feel stiff. Neo, on the other hand, was a natural.

Chase trailed behind Neo who was sporting a full on dress suit with a snazzy blazer and silk tie. He almost didn't recognize his friend after being used to the travel clothes, referred to by Gremio as commoner's garments, he had worn for the past weeks. And even more so when Neo crossed the threshold towards an finely sculptured Persian fountain where he was greeted by the manager who addressed the young nobleman by his last name. By that time, several well-dressed guests made their way over and began to converse with Neo as well.

Chase was dumbfounded further as he saw how easily his friend blended in. The normal laid-back air that Neo had during his travels shifted in one moment to an all-important figure that demanded attention and respect from those around him. Chase mentally compared back and forth the person he traveled with and the guy before him. But once Neo looked back at him and smiled, Chase knew his friend was still the same person. No doubt about it.

Shrugging off the outer changes of his friend, he scanned the facilities listed near the front desk which was jaw-dropping to the say the least. And the prices weren't worth saying out loud in fear of it adding another zero at the end. Chase settled to leaving it all to Neo and he would just go with the flow.

And apparently, going with the flow was the right idea. Rolling to one side, Chase sunk blissfully in unusually soft covers and purred like a satisfied Purrloin. At the sound, his Gardevoir and Gallade glanced up from their spots. Faith was sitting on a chair, her arms cradling yet another book that she picked out from a shelf. Curiously staring at her trainer, she cocked her head to one side before once again sticking her head back into the novel. Vince hovered over her shoulder, casting occasional glances at the reading material and at the look of deep concentration mirrored in the Gardevoir's crimson eyes. Momentarily, he blinked mutely in Chase's direction and returned to his earlier activity.

"Chase?" A knock came from the door connecting to Neo's bedroom. "Are you awake?"

Chase sat up and ran a hand to neaten his long disheveled silver bangs. "What's up, Neo? Feeling okay?" He called back.

"Yeah, I'm alright," the voice from the other side replied but it grew softer near the end.

At that, Chase turned skeptic. He got up and made his way to Neo's bedroom, lightly knocking to announce his intrusion. When he opened the door, he found his friend dressed in a posh silk robe, his blazer folded neatly on a nearby chair. Neo sat on the side of the bed while a Wigglytuff with a nurse's cap was moving back and forth from his side to the table where it retrieved a tray with a glass of water and served it to Neo.

"Geez... Kashu is really taking her task seriously." Chase bit back a chuckle.

Kashu came into Neo's possession early that morning when they arrived in Celadon. The lengthy journey that the duo tackled took a toll on Neo. And the special medicine was running out at the time. Gremio, having been told in advance of their arrival and their situation, traveled to Celadon to where he had resupplied them with a new batch of medicine as well as a little nursing assistant to aide them in the future. Kashu, as Neo came to call her, was dutiful as she was protective, qualities that Gremio ensured the pokemon had in order to take care of his charge in his absence.

"In Kalos, Wigglytuff are the equivalent of Chanseys here, despite being native to Kanto as well," Neo informed and took a sip of the water before handing it back to the pink bunny-like pokemon. "Thank you, Kashu."

The Wigglytuff beamed with a soft smile and returned the glass and the tray to the nearby table. Neo watched her closely as did Chase. Silence crept into the air. Neo glanced at Chase but soon shifted to another corner of the room. But Chase caught the act which made him wonder what his friend was thinking.

"So, what's up?" He asked again.

"Nothing..." Neo replied absentmindedly.

"Right. Is it about Fuchsia City?" Chase elaborated.

Neo gave a hesitant nod as he thought back on the day of their departure.

When they left Fuchsia City, the day after Neo's gym battle, the ancient village was quiet for some reason, not the peaceful kind of quiet but the restless, foreboding one. The shops were still closed and no a single soul walked the streets. Neo and Chase exchanged bewildered looks as they made their way to the outskirts of the Japanese-styled city.

"Did something happen?" Chase asked, unconsciously using a hush tone.

Neo shrugged and thought about visiting the gym to ask but he immediately turned down the idea, thinking they were just paranoid about the whole thing. They were nearing the exit when they suddenly caught a whiff of fragrant flora. Turning their heads, they looked towards the roof where a caped figure stood beside a shorter form. Petals circled around them as the taller individual jumped down, followed by the other. They descended with a forward somersault, landing perfectly on the ground and finishing with a flourishing bow.

"Ode?" Neo recognized the youngest of the Dolosa Trio because of the paste-white theater mask, silk floral robe and purple cape adorning the whole black ninja getup.

"Did you come to see us off?" Chase asked, feeling a little more relieved.

"No. I came to warn you," Ode corrected with a grave tone that took them by surprised.

"Warn us? Warn us about what?" Chase dreaded, his eyes widening.

Ode was silent as he looked down on his Roserade. The next moment he looked at the two, he answered them, "I'm not exactly sure..."

"WHAT?!" Chase yelled in exasperation.

"Could you explain?" Neo asked cautiously.

Ode nodded. "During our nightly patrol, we came across... an individual."

"That's not really helping, is it?" Chase groaned.

"I apologize. My companions and I vaguely recall the ordeal after we engaged the person into battle," Ode explained, a somewhat helpless tone lacing his words. At this, Neo and Chase looked at each other with dread and bewilderment. "All I can say is that the individual is strong. Iago, Marr and I just woke up in the streets, our clothes and armor, ripped and dented, evident of a grueling battle. And this all happened not far from the inn you were both staying."

"So you're saying that this 'individual' ... was after us?" Chase concluded.

Ode shook his head. "If that is the case, then he or she would have done something after dealing with us. We concluded that the individual may be merely observing you."

"That doesn't make it any better," complained the exasperated silver-haired teen as he placed a hand on his forehead and collected his composure.

"What kind of injuries did you sustain?" Neo asked, surprising the other two. His tone was serious and his eyes were focused.

"Majority were cuts from claws but we did find evidence of a blade, possibly a long single-edged blade -a Katana. The rest were bruising and frostbite. The individual had an ice-type. Marr's samurai armor also had black scorch marks, not from any form of fire attack, rather dark-type moves," Ode relayed all their findings, hoping that Neo and Chase would get a better idea of who they were dealing with.

"A Katana, huh?" Chase muttered. His mother was killed by a Katana-wielding assassin. The situation just got a whole lot more intriguing.

"Are the others alright?" Neo asked further.

"We are fine. Thank you for your concern," answered Ode with a tinge of his usual light-heartedness. "The only severe injury would be our honor. Marr's taking it pretty harshly. He's repairing his armor and training extensively as we speak. Iago is out gathering more clues and fortifying the village. As for me, like I've said, I came here to warn you."

"I see. Thank you," Neo expressed his gratitude with a single nod.

"Thank you as well." Ode bowed theatrically. "My companions and I bid you safe travels." And with that he vanished in a flurry of pastel petals.

"It's got you thinking too, huh?" Chase sat beside his raven-haired friend and mulled it over. "Do you think that those assassins in Semira Isle got wind of our intentions?"

Neo shook his head. "I don't know. Perhaps..."

Chase eyed his friend who leaned forward and placed his head on his clasped fingers as his elbows rested on his knees. Neo seemed deep in thought. Chase couldn't blame him. The situation had been unsettling for the past few days, even with two of their pokemon standing guard every night. It only made their paranoia worse. Despite all their efforts to lighten up their evenings, pressure built within them and that was not good for Neo's health.

Breaking the silence, Chase exhaled loudly. "We haven't seen hide nor hair of this individual. Isn't there anything we could do to flush him ...or her out?"

"I've already told Gremio about this. He'll be looking into it as well," Neo informed with a confident tone replacing the worried one he was using a while back. He leaned back, relaxing his overall posture and took another easing breath.

"You really trust that guy, don't you?" Chase shot him a questioning look.

Neo met his gaze, his midnight-shaded eyes unwavering. "Before... when I learned about Semira, I told him that he betrayed me, as well as my parents. I was hurt that he kept such things from me." He paused and recalled the harsh words he said, his eyes flickered with regret. "But as I came to terms with all that's happened, I realized that I could never really hate him. He raised me for almost twelve years of my life." He gave a weak smile. "That's twice more than the time I spent with my parents." The smile grew as the full weight of the words hung in the air. "He has become my guardian, my mentor, my confidant, my second father."

It became silent once again. But not the heavy kind. A gentle warmth lingered in the air.

"If you put it that way..." Chase trailed off and then gave his friend a kind smile. "I guess I can trust him too. After all, he did a good job in raising someone like you."

It was Neo's turn to return the smile. The fact that someone was watching them still unnerved him but the relief of having dependable people around him was enough to take the weight off his shoulders. Putting aside the subject, he looked towards another important topic. "Shall we go over the information regarding the Celadon gym leader?"

"Heck yeah! Let's do it!"

After going through their battle plans, Neo and Chase ordered dinner in their suite, deciding that it would be too awkward to eat in the dining hall, seeing as they were two male teens and the majority of people were finely-dressed couples having dates.

Neo quietly settled into his nobleman persona as he ate his meal with proper etiquette. Chase, on the other hand, gawked at his friend and at the food which was glistening before his eyes. Do rich people really eat food that completely screams mouthwatering and delectable? In Chase's opinion, apparently so. He discreetly noted Neo's eating patterns like the the usage of each utensil since there were seven not just the usual two: one spoon and one fork. This time, there were three forks, three spoons and one knife, not including the knife near the butter across two sets of wine glasses.

Following dinner, Neo and Chase, trailed by Kashu went to the pokemon rooms, indoor facilities designed to cater the needs of various pokemon guests. They first checked on Genbu, Neo's Wartortle. They entered a transparent tunnel and found him swimming with other water-types beyond the glass filled with glistening blue waters and more colorful sea pokemon. Genbu swam up to them and waved before catching up to a Milotic and an Azumarill.

The next room, they found Neo's trio of ghost-types. It wasn't like Chase had expected, thinking that it would be a dark and old like a haunted house. The room felt something out of an Alice in Wonderland theme with checkered walls, various toys, furniture sticking to the walls and ceiling, paintings coming to life, distorted shelves with books flying in and out, tea sets hovering in the air and mad laughter bouncing off the walls.

Arana was twirling about in the middle, her ghostly blue flames flickering with life. Nero was zooming around with a Mismagius and Haunter chasing him in a game of tag. Novus, being the more mature and veteran ghost-type, settled in an old armchair and watched the Chandelure and Gengar play.

Neo stepped inside and was swarmed on sight by several ghost-types who urged-forced, him to play with them. Grabbing the teen by the arms, Neo found himself hovering off the ground and pulled into the air. Chase grabbed his leg out of reflex as Kashu made a leap for the other. It proved futile as Chase was also ripped from the tiled floor and sent into a panic, furiously kicking air and grabbing the nearest furniture to anchor himself.

Fortunately, Novus floated up to their rescue. The ever-composed Dusknoir settled down the mischievous ghosts and wrapped a strong arm around his trainer and his trainer's friend before gently setting them back on solid ground, Kashu, puffed up like a balloon, following stead. Upon touch down, Arana and Nero raced to their side and hovered around Neo who smiled at each of them.

Neo and Chase spent a little more time with them before moving on to the final room on their list: a greenhouse where Chase left his Grovyle. They found the green lizard looking down at them from above a tree branch. For the past days, Percival started to warm up to his new trainer but still maintained a good distance for extra precaution. Chase didn't mind. He understood his third pokemon needed more time and he was happy to provide him with it.

Chase waved a hand in Percival's direction and the Grovyle paused as if deciding how to react. He eyed the boy's company and noted the lack of a certain quirky psychic-type. Frowning, Percival snorted and turned his back, settling into a more comfortable position. Deciding that his Grovyle was uninterested, Chase glanced back at Neo and shrugged.

With all pokemon happily settled, Neo, Chase and Kashu returned to their rooms. While Neo turned in early, Chase spared a minute to call up his father. He told him where he was and their adventure so far from the last time he called. And apparently, his father was launching a project of his back in Sinnoh which was exciting news to the boy. Chase took pride in his father's work and was eager to hear how it would turn out. Wishing him luck, he said his goodbyes and retired to his cozy bed where Faith and Vince had already claimed their respective sides.

That night...

Under the starless sky, Ikari watched from the shadows of his perch. His calm amethyst eyes gazed upon the hotel window even after its lights went out. Crouching down at the edge of a nearby building, he let out a cloud of vapor, his black stealth cloak billowing ominously like the ghostly plume of the Darkrai looming at his side. The wind was cold and faint but the city below was vibrantly buzzing with life and bright colorful lights.

"So you must be the certain 'individual' that's been trailing my young master..."

Ikari narrowed his eyes and he grabbed the hilt of his black katana as he pivoted around to face his unexpected company. Simultaneously, his Mightyena jumped in front of him and growled intimidatingly while his Darkrai stood by, eyeing the intruder with cold blue eyes.

Footsteps reverberated across the rooftop. Ikari waited cautiously as the stranger walked closer into the light of the full moon. His grip tightened as he laid eyes on him. It was an old man, around sixty or less, but the way he held himself told the teen he was not to be underestimated. The man had dulled hazel hair that was combed back but the wind made a few locks spike out and dangle across his forehead. He was dressed in a black vest over a white long sleeve, complete with white gloves and a black tie. The only item that stood out was the scabbard strapped to his side that carried a blade, the silver hilt supported rainbow sphere that glistened in the light just as brilliantly as his emerald eyes that radiated his experience and resolution.

Gremio observed violet-haired boy before him as well as the two dark-types at his side. With a silent gesture, his Fletchinder perched on his shoulder and his Gallade leaped out from the dark and joined him by his side. A green and red jewel glinted in the middle of the collar that the blade pokemon wore.

Stopping at a good distance, Gremio narrowed his eyes at the snarling wolf-like pokemon before meeting the gaze of the so-called secret stalker. "State your business," he demanded calmly.

Ikari remained quiet. But as soon as the old man pulled off the white glove and flashed the crimson sword tattoo, he knew that the intruder was well-aware of who he was and what he was capable of. And being the visible veteran between the two of them, the man wouldn't simply step aside on subjects concerning the person he referred to as young master.

"I'm just observing..." Ikari replied, raising a hand to ease his Mightyena and glancing sideways at his Darkrai. The two backed down but their gaze remained focused on the well-dressed man before them.

"Why?" Gremio inquired further.

"My Master's orders, a direct one from Semira," The violet-haired teen answered.

"You are not under contract of an outsider," Gremio concluded, meaning the non-hostile assassin was under orders from the Black Scythe leader himself. It made things interesting, if not complicated. "What does he want? Last I heard, Lord Zen has retired."

"Master Tristan is his successor and the current head," Ikari explained, remembering not to keep his guard down while addressing the man. "I won't lay a hand on him nor his friend. I was just told to keep an eye on him."

"...But you haven't answered my questions. Why are you observing my young master and what does your leader hope to accomplish?" Gremio stepped forward, earning a warning from both the young boy's pokemon.

"He didn't say and I didn't question him," was Ikari's answer, straightforward and blunt.

"Very well but." Gremio eased his stance and stepped back. The tenseness in the air diminished but it once again rose when he locked eyes with the young assassin. "...I shall be upholding my end of the Stalemate agreement. I won't stop you but if you ever do anything that I deem as a threat to my charge or his friend, I shall hunt you down and the one who sent you, no matter who it is." His voice grew cold at the words but softened for the next. "I've already lost one master, I won't make another mistake with the next generation."

"...Acknowledged." Ikari nodded as he took in the warning as a serious matter. He watched the man leave with his Gallade and Fletchinder before glancing at his two dark-types. "Crystal... Nightmare... Let's keep working."

The Mightyena nodded and shot a glance at the Darkrai who didn't reply but looked away, facing the pristine hotel. Ikari soon joined them, draping his cloak over his Mightyena to fend off the cold evening winds that nipped at them. Crystal wagged at the gesture and nestled closer.

The atmosphere settled back to calm. Ikari exhaled another white puff of air, relieved that the night wasn't going to be as difficult as the last one. After all, he was still nursing a several cuts and bruises from that time in Fuchsia City. The first aid and medicine from the Rosette division helped but the effects weren't instantaneous. He was lucky that none of the weapons of the Dolosa Trio were tipped with lethal poison, just the kind that slows down movements and inflicts mass headaches.

Ikari glanced at Nightmare and took a gander at the grim reaper-like pokemon. The power of a legendary was indeed to be reckoned with. If it wasn't for the Darkrai, he would have lost the battle with the Dolosa Trio and blown his cover, ultimately failing his task. Nightmare was strong as he was cunning.

By then they had moved to a more open location, away from the crowded residencies.

In the flurry of Ice Winds, Ikari twisted his body and evaded the three throwing knives that whizzed in his direction. But as soon as he was out of harm's way, a long blade came down out of nowhere. Ikari quickly swung his black katana and blocked the attack from the samurai-clad ninja.

"Don't think my katana's just for show!" Marr growled and applied more force, pushing the violet-haired assassin back.

"Frost! Metal Claw," Ikari commanded as he swept his blade across the other, knocking back the weapon. But Ikari didn't have time to breath as he was met by another assault from the opposite side by another ninja with a crescent dagger. As metal clashed against metal, the pair locked themselves in close combat while Ikari's previous adversary dealt with the boy's Sneasel.

Materializing out of the swirling gales of snow, Frost lunged at the enemy with a claw gleaming like steel. Marr raised his arm and met the attack with the armor of his forearm. The assault cut halfway through but didn't draw blood. In retaliation, Marr swung his katana at the ice weasel but the nimble little creature easily dodged and once again disappeared in the shroud of circling frost.

Glace, Ikari's Froslass summoned Icy Wind and Hail that pushed back the those who were weak to ice like Ode's Roserade. Frost used the snow and darkness to his advantage, appearing out of nowhere, lunging at enemies with claws drawn before vanishing once again. Crystal used the same tactics, being the quick and agile Mightyena that she was, sliding across the iced ground and launching herself at the enemy. It rattled Marr's Scolipede and Iago's Seviper who were now not only just getting pummeled by Hail but also by back to back assaults from the Sneasel as well as the Mightyena. The two poison-types retaliated with acid attacks but their attackers were too quick.

After escaping the onslaught of the two dark-types, Ode stayed back and attacked from long range with a flurry of throwing knives. But the consequent clashing sounds told him the blades were intercepted before it struck any target. Leaping to a higher perch, he launched himself from the rooftop, intending to rain down his razor sharp projectiles from above. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to as a black shadow appeared from behind him and struck him dead-on with Dark Pulse.

The youngest of the Dolosa Trio fell to the earth but was saved by a whirlpool of rose petals softened his landing. Ode groaned in pain before falling into unconsciousness, his Roserade, shivering from the frost, stayed by him.

Marr rushed to his comrade, his armor covered in frost, dragging him down considerably. But as soon as he came close, the Darkrai descended and Marr turned his sights and lunged at the pokemon with his katana. Nightmare melted into the shadows, evading the attack but only before using Shadow Claw. Marr saw movement under the light of the moon but he was too late to react as a giant black claw sprung from beneath his feet and and flung him into the air. Ikari's Darkrai then reappeared and fired another Dark Pulse, throwing the armored ninja across the field and slamming him against the wall, causing web-like cracks to form.

Two down, one to go.

Ikari and Iago swung at each other, trading blade blows, one after the other, some going through, some missed, some blocked. But the eldest of the Dolosa Trio clearly had the upper hand. Ikari had sustained only minor cuts but the poison-laced weapons gradually took a toll on his movement and thinking. As the battle stretched on, his energy drained. He was now desperately catching his breath and maintaining his vision that started to swim before him.

The eldest of the Dolosa Trio switched his weapon into his backhand and closed in further with a rapid two-strike combination. Ikari furiously brought his blade up and blocked the attacks as he was swiftly being pushed back by the the successive blows. The last strike broke the assassin's guard and Iago immediately lunged at the opening with his dagger.

It happened quickly. Ikari's Mightyena tackled her human partner's legs, making the teen fall back and evade the deadly swing while Nightmare came up from behind the ninja and fired Dark Pulse. Sensing the attack, Iago quickly reacted and cartwheeled sideways, escaping the brunt of the attack. It was then he noticed his two comrades were down, their respective pokemon looming over them protectively as they fend off the attacks of the Froslass and Sneasel.

Iago called forth his Seviper and it slithered fluidly to his side. He then took on a defensive stance as he watched the Darkrai float towards him, the violet-haired intruder getting back on his feet behind it.

Ikari straightened up and thanked Crystal before brushing off the dirt from his katana with a swing. He turned towards the remaining obstacle and brandished his father's midnight sword.

It took a while but they managed to defeat the eldest of the Dolosa Trio and the remaining pokemon. Now, there was another quandary and that was what to do with the three ninjas. Them, being gym leaders, meant they were high-profiled. Killing them off would jeopardize his mission. Fortunately, Nightmare proposed a solution. Placing a claw on their heads, he blackened their memory of the evening and made it look like a vague nightmare.

But it was not without consequence. The trio would be locked in the world of dark dreams. Ikari, being aware of that fact, was prepared. Along with the katana and pokeball, he had also received a lunar wing charm that he used to protect himself during the times he trained with his Darkrai. Waving the translucent crescent feather over them, Ikari drew the Dolosa Trio out of their fitful sleep and left them peacefully out cold in the streets.

Ikari leaned against the metal bars of an water tower and began to doze off. Crystal, knowing the extent of his trainer's current injuries, decided to let him rest. She nestled close to his chest as the thick cloak acted as a blanket. Nightmare shot them a glance and inched away, not wanting to inflict the two with bad dreams, although they were safe as long as Ikari had the Lunar Feather. Standing watch, the reaper-like pokemon stayed up as the light of the moon and the flashing light across the vibrant metropolis filled the night.

Morning came. Warmth gently enveloped the rooms as threads of shimmering sunbeams peered from behind the creamy flowing curtains. Chase tossed around in the wide bed, moaning complaints about the brightness. Faith and Vince who slept at either side of the boy, awoke and were first to rise and greet the day with yawn and stretch.

Another knock came from beyond the door. "Chase? Are you awake?"

"Five minutes..." Chase murmured and buried his head under the soft pillows.

"Breakfast will be up soon," Neo reminded his friend, a tinge of enthusiasm echoing in his voice. "I still need to change back in civilian clothes and warm up for the gym battle."

"...kaaaaaay," Chase answered lazily as he raised a weary thumbs up.

Hours later. They were out in the field beyond the boundaries of Celadon City to train. Neo had collected his pokemon earlier and was now warming them up for their upcoming gym battle. Because of the hotel's treatment, they were fully refreshed and brimming with energy. They defeated several wild pokemon and worked on strategies, even Kashu got into things and proved that she was just as capable as a battler as she was a nurse. But fighting wild pokemon was not the same as battling for real.

That was when they came across a traveling trainer.

End of Chapter 47

Sort of a filler-chapter but I needed to do some flashbacks and in-depth bonding.
Anyway, next up will be my collaboration battle with SachiShimazu's OC.
Refer to his Story: Trailblazing Glory

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