Welcome to a new chapter! This chapter has been beta-read/proof by Jauneforever, my newest beta reader.

So in the end, this will still remain rated T. I will not be doing lemons in this story because of its rating. I might hint, but that's about it. If, and IF, I do lemons, I'd prob make a sidestory for it, but it's highly unlikely. That or have somebody else write it.

Enjoy, and read and review if you can!

After two weeks of traveling, Jaune found the nesting grounds in Solitas. During his travels, he met Grimm Beoyeti that had adapted to the cold. Thankfully, they weren't hard to deal with. However, when an alpha Beoyeti, it took Jaune a bit more to deal with. He took several hits from the alpha even after dealing several blows to it. Luckily, his Aura that was unlocked thanks to Pyrrha, so he was able to take a few hits without serious injury. After finally killing the alpha, he slowly made his way to the nesting grounds.

There, he trained and meditated for a year. The dragons were eager to put him through even harsher training now that his Aura was unlocked. So many times, Jaune would have had died if it wasn't for his Aura healing him. Inside the cave, Jaune found a few more precious jewels and tons of gold ore and coins, packing them into his bag. He was sure that he was the richest traveler, carrying all these gems. Whenever he had spare time, though, he would use his Scroll to chat with Hephaestus. Hephaestus was busy bragging about how her niece was now the three-time champion, stating that she had never a loss. Even though she tied with Jaune, it still wasn't a loss. He was even trying to improve her weapon, Milo. The Mithril Jaune had given him had been put to good use, but he wouldn't say where Pyrrha was wearing it. He wanted it to be a surprise.

Since Pyrrha was too busy with Sanctum, there were very few times he actually spoke with her. Still, she seemed very happy to see his face, even if it through a screen.

"Hey, Jaune?" asked Hephaestus, "You're planning on heading to Vacuo, right? I got a friend there who specializes in armor. Perhaps you can have him craft what you had in mind."

"I trust you enough to do it for me," replied Jaune.

Hephaestus chuckled, "Thanks, kid. But I'm serious. I can make good weapons and shield, and decent armor, but my friend specializes in that area. But I will admit, Adamantine would not be the best armor for you. I've seen your style. You need light armor that's flexible and durable to perform all those moves. Adamantine is too stiff and rigid. Perfect for shield and heavy armor, but not for you. He can make them. Since you're so good at finding high purity ore, I suggest Fleytium. Very durable, and yet very light and flexible. I'll send you a picture of what a high-grade ore of it looks like, as well as the address for his shop."

"Thanks. Then go ahead and use the rest of the Adamantine for Pyrrha's weapon," said Jaune.

"I'll be sure to let your 'wife' know you're okay and that you're adding more to the dowry," chuckled Hephaestus, causing Jaune to blush. He was never going to let that go.

The call disconnected, and Jaune stretched his limbs. It had been about a year since he had been here now. The gold ore had all been carefully melted and remolded, thanks to Fafnir, into shoes. Jaune asked why he would need such flashy shoes but soon found out that it was for training and improve his dashing speed. The weights he had bought at Mistral were used to their fullest. His reflexes went up the roof while he was meditating, as he was forced to dodge three dragons attacking him at the same time. All his external senses had been increased further than most humans. It was comparable, if not better, then most of the Faunus and their enhanced hearing, smell, or vision.

4 months later, Lung Wang announced that the energy in the cave had been properly drained into Jaune, and that they had stayed a few extra months just to get some more training done due to getting used to Aura. Jaune stepped out into the Autumn sun, stretching his limbs. The cold had ceased to bother him, as he could wrap himself in his Aura to keep him warm. Again, most of his clothes became too small for him to use, and that he had to use several of his most damaged shirts as materials to patch up his other shirts or extend them. The formal wear, he left alone, planning on selling it instead. Amazingly, the Mithril shirt seemed to just grow longer as he did.

"Time to head to Sanus," said Jaune, noticing the end of Autumn was nearing, "Next up. Vacuo."

Jaune concentrated his aura for a bit, linking up with Aryz. Suddenly, great feathery green wings sprouted from his back.

"Hmm. Gonna have to make sure my armor design allows my wings to come out easily," muttered Jaune before he started to flap his wings. With a flew flaps, Jaune flew up into the air and towards Vacuo. Jaune had finally learned how to grow wings, all derived from the dragons who had wings. Alaerth was the fastest one in the air. However, when he tapped into Ryu-Wo's power, he grew gills and slight fins on his forearms. He swam extremely fast with them, though, almost as fast as Alaerth in the air. For Fafnir, he was more attuned with the earth as well as growing scales on his body, increasing his own defense.

Lung Wang, Andusk, Othim, and Aryz had their specialties in the air, too. Lung Wang's wings were the toughest and strongest, ideal for fighting long battles. Andusk worked best during the day while Othim at night. Both of them could almost go invisible at their respective times, making it hard to detect them. Aryz was the most maneuverable in the air, able to do tricks very easily. She would be the fastest if it wasn't a straight line. Alaerth took that title. Still, Jaune wanted to enjoy himself flying in the air, whooping and doing tricks. He felt alive when flying in the air, enjoying the sun. It wasn't perfect, as the wings were just the basics of his links. Other abilities would take longer concentration.

He landed at a coast of Sanus, planning to walk and train the rest of the way to Vacuo. He was still wearing his weighted gear as well as golden shoes as he ran. The shoes had been wrapped with cloth to prevent any ideas about stealing it. He encountered quite a bit of Grimm, but easily took care of them. Most of the other Grimm that had lived longer stayed clear of him, as they could sense the dragons within him. He once even passed by a Grimm Goliath, who ignored him and traveled away.

"Hmm. I should be getting close to Vacuo," muttered Jaune as he looked at his Scroll, opening a map. Then, he felt footsteps in the distance from the ground thanks to Fafnir's training. They were heading towards him when the group split up, intending to surround him. Still, Jaune merely shrugged while continuing forwards. If they wanted a fight, they would get one. He could use the training, as it had been a long time since he fought against someone.

"Halt! You're surrounded brat! Give up all your stuff, and you may live!"

Jaune looked up to see he was indeed surrounded. From the looks of it, they were bandits, and 20 of them.

"Eh, no thanks. Anyone wanna tell me how close I am to Vacuo?" asked Jaune. The bandits looked at him as if he was stupid.

"Oh yea, I'll tell you how close you are, boy. How close to dying that is!" sneered what seemed to be the head of this bandit crew.

"Still pretty far, it seems," replied Jaune. Suddenly, his Scroll started to spark before dying in front of him. He looked up to see one of the bandits carrying what seemed to be a mobile EMP generator. No doubt to destroy Scrolls to prevent their victims from sending an SOS signal.

"Hehe, pretty ballsy kid," said one of the bandits, "Now DIE!"

The female bandit leaped into the air, diving down towards Jaune. Jaune merely kicked off his golden shoes right at her face. Right after that, he tossed his now useless Scroll right at the bandit's face for some extra damage. The bandit flinched, and Jaune immediately rushed at her, landing a gut punch. Not stopping there, his left hand grabbed her head and slammed her into the ground, where she laid unconscious.

"That was my only Scroll," growled Jaune, "I hope you're ready to die."

"GET HIM!" shouted the leader. They all jumped towards him. Jaune merely drew out his sword, leaving his shield on his back.

Flashback begins

"Jaune," said Lung Wang to a 11 year old Jaune, "It is time for one of your most important lessons of life. It is the act of taking a life."

"But, I don't want to kill!" said Jaune.

"I don't mean that you should kill for fun. However, there are times when you are defending yourself that must kill if there is no other option. I can not have you frozen after your first kill, otherwise, you will die." lectured Lung Wang. "Now, bring that rabbit that I had you take care of for a week."

Jaune quickly obeyed. Jaune had found this rabbit and grew to adore the male rabbit.

"Now. Kill him," said Lung Wang, "Do not disobey or complain. There is a good reason for this."

Jaune slowly grabbed his make-shift stone dagger, raising it up in the air while his other hand prevented the rabbit from moving. His eyes were flooded with tears while his hand was shaking. He really didn't want to do it.

"Will you prove your father that he was right to banish you?" said Lung Wang.

With a roar, Jaune brought the dagger down into the rabbit's brain, killing him instantly. Seeing the blood spurt out, the warmth of the rabbit slowly draining away, forced Jaune to throw up. He had killed deer for meat before, but killing someone he had taken care of was heart-breaking. In an instant, Aryz was there to comfort Jaune along with Alaerth. After a few minutes, Jaune finally managed to calm down a little.

"Do you understand why I had you do this?" asked Lung Wang. Jaune shook his head.

"It is so you understand how life is precious," said Ryo-Wo, coming into the conversation, "How life can be so easily taken. You must not hesitate to take the life of those who do not understand this lesson. If you hesitate, they can take yours, and proceed to take others.

"Will you allow them to do that? To deny someone innocent a future? To snuff out a light without any thought?" said Andusk.

"We are kings of our race," said Fafnir, "It is our duty to protect those in need. Our duty to eliminate those who threaten the ones we love."

Flashback ends

In a flash, Jaune dashed forward and cut two of the bandits in half. Even with his weights on his body right now, he was still faster of the bandits.

"Careful! This ain't no greenhorn!" warned one of the bandits as he saw how easily Jaune was willing to kill. Before he could do anything, though, he found his head separated from his body.

"Rookies, get back! Everybody else, use your Aura to protect yourself!" shouted the leader.

"Die!"

"How is he so fast!?" *stab*

"Noo! Save m-" *slash*

"Monster!"

The bandits had severely underestimated Jaune. The Hiten Mitsurugi was a style that was focused on taking multiple enemies out at once with its high-speed style. Even so, with his massive Aura reserves, he was able to cut right through the enemies Aura defense. Anyone who was able to even block it found their Aura reserves dwindeled down to nothing before taking a death blow. He dodged their attacks with uncanny timing. Although even if they had hit, it wouldn't have made a difference due to his Aura reserves. It was because of Othim's specific training of forcing him to dodge or block properly that he never tried to tank anything unless he was sure he could take it and land a devastating counterattack.

Within several minutes, there were only 3 quivering rookies, one veteran bandit missing his left arm as well as bleeding heavily, the still unconscious female bandit that had fallen first, and the leader missing his right eye. They turned around and fled for their lives. Jaune merely slashed the air, getting rid of all the blood on his sword in one stroke before sheathing it. He didn't feel like chasing after cowards, nor did he feel like killing the one bandit whose head was still in the ground.

"Guess I'll have to fly now," muttered Jaune as he put back his golden training shoes. He had no idea which direction was Vacuo. Quickly looking around and seeing that nobody was in sight in his eye and earth sense, he grew white scale wings and took to the skies. His image started to fade, disguising himself into the sky.

Raven Branwen was walking back to her 'family' when she noticed something was wrong. She rushed in to see the other members of her crew helping a scouting crew. Or rather, what was left of the crew. A group of 20 bandits reduced to 5, with one of them dying and the other blinded in his right eye. The rookies were scared out of their mind.

"What happened!" demanded Raven.

"A demon! He fought like a demon! I swear, his Aura manifested into something with horns, scales, and a sharp mouth. Its narrow pupils stared at me, and I felt like death was watching me!" babbled one of the rookies.

"He? As in only one man?" asked Raven.

"No," grunted the leader of his group, "A mere teenager wiped us all out. He showed no mercy and didn't even seem to hesitate in killing. He was definitely trained, and isn't a softy like others."

Raven narrowed her eyes. This was interesting. She was obviously furious that many of her people died, but at the same time, she might be able to recruit someone strong into her family. They were always looking for strong people. It was a shame Taiyang Xiao Long refused to join her family. It was the only reason why she even slept and bore a child for him. After seeing that he wouldn't join, she left him and her daughter a few months later.

"Leader. He'll live," said a medic, pointing to her patient. He seemed to be breathing much more easily now, and the blood had stopped flowing from his wounds. Looks like her semblance, good luck, was coming out today, as her name had always been associated with good luck.

"Stay here. I'll take care of this teenager," ordered Raven. After getting a general idea where the fight had taken place, she quickly transformed into a raven form and flew off. She quickly found the massacre and looked around for clues. It was there she was completely stumped. There were no signs of footprints leading away from the fight. It was as if the person had completely disappeared. She tried to use her semblance, but no amount of good luck would get her closer. The only thing she found was that one of her people was still alive. Waking the bandit up, she took her back to camp. They would mourn for the dead and bury them, but they all followed the code. The weak die while the strong live.

She made it back to her group, looking at the injured. They needed some more medical supplies at this point. She made her decision.

"We head to Vacuo."

Soaring through the sky and going in the general direction he had been heading before, He found Vacuo. He quickly descended towards the ground and withdrew his wings. He didn't feel like freaking anyone out.

"Pyrrha's not going to be happy," muttered Jaune as he thought about his ruined Scroll. There was no way to contact Hephaestus now unless he managed to buy a new Scroll, and his last contact had been about 6 months ago. He walked through the desert and into the city. Before entering the city, he had put all his training equipment back into his bag. He didn't want to stand out too much. There, he found it was quite different than he thought. A lot of houses built to withstand the desert conditions, but they all seemed quite withered. He had read through the history of Vacuo, finding out that the government there barely existed, that the true source of law and order was Shade Academy. However, he did see banners and flags, as if a festival was coming.

"Umm, what's with all these things?" Jaune asked the nearest shopkeep, who was tending to his stall The Simple Wok. The owner was an elderly, balding, gray-haired man with wrinkles under his eyes and over his brow. He looked at Jaune in shock for a bit before deciding to answer him. It would be rude to not say anything, after all.

"It's the Vytal Festival! The 39th anniversary of it!" said the shopkeeper.

"Ah. Sorry, lost track of time ever since my Scroll was destroyed in the wilderness," said Jaune.

"Mm, that explains it. Some of the more outer colonies don't get news too often," said the shopkeeper, "Did you want to eat something here?"

"Sure," replied Jaune, looking through the menu as he sat at the edge of the stand on the right. That way, his sword, which was on his left side, would be free to swing around for a bit. After ordering a simple chicken broth noodle bowl medium size, the shopkeeper came out with a huge serving of it. Jaune was quite surprised at the size, making sure he ordered the right one.

"Don't worry about kid," said the shopkeeper, "You look like you could use the extra serving. I'll still charge it at medium bowl price."

Thanking the shopkeeper, Jaune started slurping his noodle. It really tasted good for something so simple.

"Hmm. Perhaps this one could become your personal cook," said Andusk. All the dragons could share Jaune's senses to taste food, and surprisingly they also liked what he was eating. The broth wasn't too salty, and the noodles had been seasoned and cooked to perfection.

As Jaune was eating, four more girls came in to order. They sat in a row, the girl in green with blonde hair and violet eyes sitting right next to Jaune.

"Four orders of veggie noodle bowls medium size please!" said the girl in green. She moved her arm and hit Jaune's hand as he was about to grab his glass of water.

"Sorry!" apologized the girl before she noticed Jaune and started staring at him. In her mind, she was looking at the hottest guy she had seen so far in her life. Shiny blonde hair and blue eyes, with a face that looked handsome. A bonus was when she looked down, she could easily see lean muscles, as Jaune's shirt was bit too tight along with his pants. Jaune made a note to go shopping soon.

"No problem. Nothing broke," said Jaune as he took a sip of water. He noticed the girl was still staring at him, along with the other three girls who just noticed him. "Hello?" he asked the girl in green, who seemed to still be in a trance. He snapped his fingers in front of her to break her out of it.

"Eep!" she squealed, blushing up a storm, "I'm sorry!"

"No worries. The name's Jaune Ryu-Long," said Jaune as he introduced himself.

"My name is Dew Gayl," replied the girl in green, "And these are my best friends, Nebula Violette, Gwen Darcy, and Octavia Ember."

The other girls waved in reply.

"Nice to meet you all," said Jaune, "I think your meals are ready, though."

The four girls looked down and seemed surprised to see four veggie noodles bowls sitting in front of them. They quickly dug into their meals, not wanting it to get cold.

"So, are you here to watch the Vytal Festival Tournament?" asked Dew, "I don't think I've seen you in Shadow Academy."

"That's because I'm a traveler," responded Jaune, "I just drifted into town just in time for this festival. I didn't even know it was time"

"Oh?" said Nebula, "You were out in the wilderness for a long time?"

Jaune nodded, "Yea. My Scroll broke, so I completely lost track of time. I need to get a new one soon."

"That's a shame," said Gwen, "The Scrolls are completely sold out here due to the Festival. You'll have to wait for quite awhile to get a new one."

"I can't wait to see the fights!" said Octavia, "It's our dream to became the best female Hunter group there is. We're planning on going to Shade Academy to become Huntresses!"

They all finished their noodles, paying for it and then walked out. Jaune was about to wander into town, trying to find the shop Hephaestus had mentioned when he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned around to see Dew holding onto it, blushing for a bit.

"Do you want to see the tournament with us?" Dew asked, pointing to her group, "We have VIP seats thanks to Nebula's father. He said we could squeeze in one more."

Jaune pondered about it. The dragons told him that it would be best to go, so he could observe other fighters and learn from them. Tutoring alone could only get you so far.

"Sure," replied Jaune, "But I really need to buy some new clothes. All of mine are too small."

"We can help you," said Dew hastily before blushing, "I mean, if you want us to."

Before Jaune could reply, Nebula and Octavia grabbed his arms.

"Time for a shopping trip!" shouted Nebula, dragging him off to a popular brand store with Octavia. Gwen sighed as she began to follow them, along with Dew. Jaune slightly paled as he remembered the shopping trips he had to endure with his seven sisters and mother. It was the only time his father would sympathize with him.

"Soo, making a move on a stranger you just met. How daring," whispered Nebula to Dew, who was blushing like crazy. All four girls were in a huddle while Jaune was in the changing room, changing to a shirt that the girls had forced him to try, along with twenty other shirts and pants.

"Shut up! It's not my fault he looked so cute," whispered Dew, looking back at the changing room, hoping he didn't hear any of this.

"I'd say you made a good choice," whispered Octavia, "I felt his arms. They're almost like steel. He's buff for someone who seems thin."

"Really?" asked Gwen, surprised.

"Yea," replied Nebula, "When I grabbed him, all I felt was pure muscle. Barely any fat on him."

"Does this look ok?"

The girls turned around to see Jaune wearing a much more fitting hoodie.

"What's with you and hoodies?" exasperated Gwen.

"I like them," replied Jaune before taking it off, "Fine, better?"

The four girls stared at Jaune. Now that he was showing his naked arms, they could see the perfect amount of muscle on him. Not too bulky to be a bodybuilder, but extremely lean, showing very minimal traces of fat.

"Hubahuba," whistled Octavia. Nebula and Gwen nodded their heads in agreement. Dew was too busy drooling and dreaming what it would feel like to be in his arms.

"I'm guessing good?" said Jaune. The four girls nodded their head furiously. Jaune went back into the changing room to try out a few more clothes.

"Dam girl!" exclaimed Nebula, "You hit the jackpot!"

"Definitely," agreed Gwen.

"Think we can share him?" asked Octavia. Dew slapped her head for that.

After modeling 30 different clothes, Jaune bought only 7 shirts, 2 hoodies, 4 loose jeans, gymwear, and a few socks and shoes. He reasoned that because he would be traveling still, buying a whole wardrobe would be pointless. He exchanged his old formal suit to get a discount on purchases. Still, the total came out to be 443 Lien. Jaune was thankful he still had some Lien cards on him. He considered opening a bank account so he could just carry a credit card instead of all this Lien on him. After packing it all inside a few bags they provided him, he found himself in a conundrum.

"I don't have anywhere to put this," Jaune confessed. He didn't want to shove them in his magic bag, as it would raise questions. "Guess I'll need to go check out a room first."

"That's not gonna happen" said Gwen, "Because of the Vytal Festival, all inns and hotels are basically booked."

Jaune hung his head, "Crap. Guess I'll be camping out rough tonight."

"You could come to my house," said Dew shyly, "My folks won't be home for the while. They had to go to Vale for some business, and we have spare rooms."

"Oooh, inviting him into your house and perhaps your bed while your parents aren't home to watch over you?" teased Octavia. Dew blushed even further at that realization.

Inside Jaune's mind, Othim was laughing and telling Jaune to be a man and screw the girl. Aryz and Andusk slapped him on the head for that.

Nebula came in for the save, "Don't worry. We were all planning to sleep over at Dew's place for the next few days. Her house is closest to the shuttle that takes us to Amity Colosseum. We can head over right now and drop off your stuff. The festival starts tomorrow!"

Agreeing to the plan, they all went to Dew's house.

As they were walking, up on the roof stood Raven Branwen. She was standing with the ex-scouting leader, looking over the city.

"There!" growled the one eye bandit. Raven quickly looked to where he pointed and saw Jaune with four girls.

"Hmm. A player, huh? Still, he does seem strong," commented Raven.

"Are we going to get him now?" asked the one-eyed bandit.

"No. Not yet. There are too many Huntsmen and Huntresses here for the festival. We'll get him soon, though, when they're all least expecting it." replied Raven, turning around before slicing a portal open. It looks like good fortune was shining upon her.

As good luck was looking upon her, bad luck was also looking at her. Qrow Branwen was lucky, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, had seen her looking at Jaune.

"What do you want with the kid?" muttered Qrow. He was at Vacuo due to a mission from Ozpin to help provide an extra hand in defending the Amity Colosseum, as well as looking out for a certain enemy. This was the fraternal twin of Raven. His semblance, as it was related with his name and transformation as a crow, was bad luck. He took a sip of his whiskey, looking at Jaune before smirking.

"So, he's got four girls hanging on to him. Lucky him. Just as long as he doesn't sink his claws on Yang or Ruby, I could care less," laughed Qrow. Still, he planned to keep an eye out on him just in case.

Jaune and the girls all arrived at Dew's house, where Dew showed them their rooms. Thankfully, Jaune would be taking the guest room for himself while the Dew's room, along with a spare room, would be occupied by the four girls amongst themselves. They spent the rest of the day talking and getting to know each other. The next day, Jaune woke up at his usual time to begin training.

"Whats that noise?" said Nebula sleepily as she heard some sort of swishing noise. Dew woke up when Nebula spoke out loud. Yawning, Dew looked out the window towards her backyard where the noise was coming from and froze.

"Dew? Hello? Remnant to Dew?" asked Nebula, seeing her friend freeze up like that.

"What's going on?" asked Octavia and Gwen as they entered in Dew's room in their sleep attire, rubbing their eyes. They had also heard the noise.

"Dunno. Dew froze up as soon as she looked out the window," replied Nebula, standing up. The three girls went to take a look out the window and saw it was Jaune practicing with his sword. However, he was only dressed in shorts, letting them all see his body in full glory. As if chiseled from the gods above, Jaune showed them he had rock hard body. Pure muscles with minimal fat on his body, showing 6 pack abs. His legs were also lean, and Jaune was showing how skilled and flexible he was while practicing. Sweat was dripping from his body as he practiced with his sword.

"Oum above," whistled Octavia, "I'm really considering asking if we can share him."

"I'm more interested in his skills. Look at how he's swinging that blade," stated Gwen.

"He must be training to be a Huntsmen with those skills," nodded Nebula before shaking Dew from her trance, "Hello? Remnant to Dew? WAKE UP!"

Dew finally shook out of it, blinking before blushing. She shook her head out of it. She wanted to be a Huntress! She couldn't stay daydreaming about another teenager. A strong, handsome, sweaty.. oh Oum she was doing it again! She quickly went to take a shower first, leaving the rest to admire Jaune's skill.

"Hey, Jaune? Did you notice the girls are staring at you?" said Othim, "You realize that Dew girl was staring at you like hunk of grade A meat. Play your cards right, and you'll become a man at the end of this festival!"

Jaune ignored Othim as he kept cackling in laughter. Soon enough, he was done with his training. He walked in the guest shower, cleaning up and taking a quick shower before wearing his new clothes.

The girls had gone through a few rules about the Vytal Festival and what to expect at the Colosseum. Jaune disliked that he wasn't allowed to carry anything into Arena. The reason was because the Amity Colosseum was such a valuable piece of work that was the culmination of all four kingdoms, they didn't want to risk the chance of anyone stealing it, so only competitors were allowed to carry weapons, and even then they were restricted to carrying them only when it was time for them to fight. Finally, he relented and left it at Dew's house after hiding it his special bag away. They all got some breakfast and quickly hurried towards the shuttle to the Colosseum. The first fight was starting at 11:00 AM, and they were not missing out on the fight!

A/N Shadow Academy is like Signal Academy. A combat school. I made it up since I figured each Kingdom probably had their own combat prep school.

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Cy: keeping that canon. He can't be everywhere at once. I did consider Amber to be one of the mates, but I threw that idea out.

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