Foreign Blacksmith of the Abyssal Seas
DISCLAIMER: Fate Stay/Night belongs to Kinoko Nasu and Type-Moon, while Azur Lane belongs to Yostar. I do not claim credit for either of their works.
Chapter 1: Point of Divergence
Sirens.
A mysterious race of beings that suddenly arrived at a certain point in history. These creatures wreaked havoc throughout the world in their arrival. An onslaught of an unprecedented scale crashed over humanity and these creatures — aliens, invaders, monsters, whatever one may call it, are the center of everything.
In a blink of an eye, the horrendous aftermaths of their assault came to light.
Numerous human settlements were reduced to rubble.
The overall population throughout the entire world has plummeted to a terrifying degree.
As anyone with a functioning brain would conclude, the leaders of notable power nations decided to find a way and fight back against these alien creatures.
And so they fought, struggled, and shed blood, sweat, and tears as they desperately sought a way to gain a chance against these invaders. Utilizing any possible means available to at least hold on until the opportunity to win shows itself.
It was then it appeared.
Wisdom Cube.
There are many definitions that could fit towards this object.
At first, it is speculated to be a type of foreign material that is presumed to be out of Earth just like the Sirens. Some say it was something that was given out by the Sirens themselves. Others concluded that it is an ancient artifact slumbering within the depths of our planet that is waiting to be discovered.
But one thing is for sure, this Wisdom Cube ushered back hope to the side of mankind.
After numerous experiments and trials, humanity managed to create their decisive weapon to balance and even tilt the scales of war to their side.
KANSEN.
Also known as the "Kinetic Artifactual Navy Self-regulated En-lore Node".
This is the finished result through countless experiments, analysation, and refining of the Wisdom Cube. The KANSEN are made by humanity to fight against the Sirens who at some point in history began to wreak havoc and cause chaos throughout the world.
The KANSEN takes form of a woman varying ages and looks depending on their essence. Warships of the seas converted to decisive weapons that gained conscience and personality while retaining or even upgrading their destructive abilities.
They lit a spark of hope within mankind with the introduction of their existence.
'We can win! We still have hope!'
Or so they thought.
O-o-O-o-O
Moving on, history took its chances and molded the present.
After several years of war, humanity with the help of KANSENs managed to get themselves an short era of respite.
Within the New York Port of Eagle Union, one of the last bastions and advanced bases to be built by mankind, a group of KANSENs—or shipgirls to clarify, are gathered for an emergency meeting.
The meeting has been going on for a while now. Not all shipgirls are present in the meeting however and that could be explained with simple reasons.
Some were in miscellaneous commissions.
Some were doing escort missions.
Some were patrolling the seas.
Some were in personal commissions.
And so on and so forth.
Simply put, attending this emergency meeting was beyond their reach as of the moment.
But this meeting was that important that every other shipgirl that can attend was called in. If possible, those whose missions are just nearby are recommended to be done as fast as possible in order to catch up.
"We have detected several anomalous points that appeared throughout the world. We believe that these are the types of Mirror Seas that we have never seen before," A woman with glasses wearing a lab coat informed with her expression slowly turning to a frown.
She was USS Langeley. Aircraft carrier of Eagle Union. Handling statistics and reconnaissance data was one of her jobs within the Eagle Union.
Her job was mainly that of a teacher. Yes, a TEACHER. But now, they don't really have the necessary manpower present to handle data and statistics. Her having prior experience made her shift jobs just as ordered by the top brass, even if she is just a substitute.
For the past few years, Siren activities has lessened to a degree where they could be said as if they stopped invading at all. With that case, several higher ups from each faction thought that they had won and pushed the invaders away and achieved piece.
What comes after that however was the period of separation due to different desires and interests by each nation.
A cold war ensued between the powerhouses of hunanity with regards of the utilization of the technology left by the Sirens.
Disagreements ensued, and tensions were brewing.
And after that, the once united alliance of humanity fell apart. What was known as the Azur Lane, protectors of humanity, split up into two factions as a result.
The new major faction was the Crimson Axis, mainly led by Iron Blood and Sakura Empire. Soon, Sardegna Empire and Vichiya Dominion, the other half of what's known as the Iris Orthodoxy once, followed in their ranks.
Azur lane was left with the Eagle Union, Royal Navy, Iris Libre, Dragon Empery, and Northern Parliament as a result.
They were all formidable in their own right, but it was clear that it was not as strong when they were still united back then.
Sooner and later, fights broke out between the two factions, believing that the Siren threat mellowed down to a non existent degree, they advanced and fulfilled their personal goals that would lead their group to success.
It could also be said that the stagnant activity of Sirens made humanity complacent.
And that mistake bit them back hard.
That is until a few months ago. Siren activity spiked up to an enormous degree. Many of the upper brass thought that another large Siren offensive would be commenced throughout all faction fronts.
But they were wrong.
Most the Siren did was to reoccupy some strategic points that was taken back by humanity in the seas and build their new manufacturing bases, rendering almost all their efforts back then null.
Of course, humanity—the shipgirls fought back at the sudden fierce assault of the Siren, but in the end, they still lost almost half of these strategic points in the hands of the Sirens and was forced to regroup and retreat. The overwhelming ferocity and quantity was just too much for all factions.
And that was certainly horrifying news.
"The wavelength and signals detected on these Mirror Seas are very different," Langeley continued, "they don't even bother to hide the estimate numbers of troops they have... It's as if they don't even care even if we know or get a gist of what they are planning to do this time."
All shipgirls present in the meeting room could only nod and absorb what she just said. Taking note of this, they knew that the main issue would be presented next.
"The estimate numbers are... Nearly a thousand or more Siren vessels to say at least."
Silence.
It took a few seconds for everybody to digest what she just said, and just on cue, a violent reaction soon came from one of the Shipgirls.
"T-Thousands?!"
USS Cleveland exclaimed as she stood up from her seat. She and cream colored hair paired with red eyes that were currently showing disbelief about what just Langeley said.
Yet no one seemed to rebuke her for her behavior for her violent reaction was not surprising at all. One siren pawn is not a big deal. A dozen isn't either, but may cause problems if you are careless. A hundred could pose problems due to the sheer numbers, but could be dealt with proper strategy and firepower. A battalion containing thousands of siren ships was another case entirely. Something of this scale was only observed during the sudden assualt of Sirens on all factions.
What they're looking right now was exactly that. And most of all, they were defending an specific point in the sea.
Most likely a Mirror Sea that contains important Siren facilities or technology.
"There's even something worse. If our estimates are correct, within that mirror sea... There could possibly around more than just a thousand from within."
With that information, some shipgirls who remained silent can't help but voice their concern.
"U-Unbelievable, isn't this too much?"
"I know right!"
"It surely is too much. But we can't do much about it. We did take necessary measures with our reconnaissance planes to be equipped with anti-illusion emitters and such. And based on what we've gathered, this seems to be no illusion or fake holograms," Langley clarified with a grim expression.
"Ah..."
There was at some point Sirens used illusionary-type equipment—or fake siren holograms—to trick the Azur Lane back then when it still contained its previous members. They stopped using such strategy however when the shipgirls managed to make a counter to it.
"Yes~ Undoubtedly, this is surely bad news," A new shipgirl joined up in the conversation who was unusually silent throughout the whole meeting. In normal circumstances, she was the bubbly type of girl that would initiate talks and the like but her silence before gave an inkling as for how dire this situation is. "We are still gathering more data to solidify this fact given how fast and easy we got it, but there is no doubt that these new Mirror Seas are dangerous if left unchecked," USS Saratoga, Eagle Union Aircraft Carrier, stated in a cool tone.
"S-Shouldn't we... Contact the Crimson Axis about this? I know we are in odds right now, but this is simply concerning," One shipgirl on the back suggested. "There is no time to fight each other right now!"
She received several hums and voices of agreement.
"We already did~" Saratoga affirmed with a nod, standing up from her seat and moving towards the side of Langeley with a tablet on her hand. "It seems that they are in the same opinion with us regarding about this subject. It looks like they are open to an alliance..."
"We need to neutralize these Mirror Seas as soon as possible. There's a big chance—no, scratch it, these Mirror Seas are probably headquarters that definitely contain Siren mass-manufacturing bases, hence justifying the numbers we have acquired."
"T-Then?"
"If that's the case, then we will need a strike force, a spearhead that will penetrate through the hoards of Sirens already leaking outside as if protecting the entrance of it~"
After telling them, Saratoga zoomed in the map and gave the visuals. The massive red dots soon gave form of mass manufactured Siren pieces. They are diverse ranging from pawns, knights, bishops, and rooks. Moreover, aside from the amount of Sirens present, these seemed to be new models.
Oozing miasma that took form of crimson red. Just like the previous Siren models, they took the color of red in their theme of choice, but this new types, while similar, could be nothing more than different.
Protruding spikes like horns surrounded the pieces. The crimson red miasma acts like a smokescreen, yet not, for what's really inside it could be clearly seen as if this miasma was an aura, and electromagnetic forcefields are being generated in their hulls. No matter how you look at it, these new models are downright menacing as if they came out from some nightmare.
Each Siren piece possess their own variant of new specs. One thing that is for sure is that these new Sirens are more dangerous just as its appearance might suggest.
Over countless encounters with Sirens, humanity knew that they were anything but stagnant. They are adapting and innovating themselves as every second passes, despite that, humanity let their guard down and moved with their own selfish interests after the sudden halt of Siren appearances.
"So far, we haven't seen any Elite Siren from the fray. If there are, then they might be located within the Mirror Sea where these new Siren models are coming from," Langley added as she pushed her glasses presenting the next part of her report. "As of the moment, we dispatched several reconnaissance planes to gather more information alongside several groups of our sisters just to make sure."
One shipgirl gulped in the corner as she raised her hand. Langeley merely nodded and looked at her prompting her to speak up.
"I-Is my sister, Helena, part of this reconnaissance team perhaps?" A shipgirl with shiny blue hair and red eyes asked, her voice clearly containing concern and worry.
Brooklyn Class Light Cruiser, USS Saint Louis.
"...yes, Helena is part of the reconnaissance team."
USS Helena, a sistership of Saint Louis, was one of the shipgirls that possesses state-of-the-art radar and equipment which would make sense as for why she was in the reconnaissance operation.
Alongside with a dozen fellow KANSEN with her, they marched off in advance to monitor and conduct reconnaissance towards the enemy.
Saint Louis who heard the response could only sigh in worry.
"I hope things go well then..."
"Yes, we all hope for the best."
The meeting proceeded. Various data, theory, and concepts were tackled. The unusual behavior or pattern that these new Siren models are displaying was simply off putting. What came next was with their foreign affairs with the other superpower countries within the world.
To summarize the contents of that part. Tensions between Azur Lane and Crimson Axis doesn't seem to be waning anytime sooner, specially with the case of the Royal Navy and Iron Blood.
"A coalition between Azur Lane and Crimson Axis is needed to neutralize this threat. It's not the time for us to be divided!"
"Agreed... Sandy isn't feeling well about this either," A shipgirl with shiny red hair said in a exhausted and depressed tone. "We lost too many of our sisters in this war already. How much more would we lose before we can see through the end of this war..."
USS San Diego, Eagle Union Light-Cruiser. For the cheerful redhead KANSEN to be reduced to a subdued gal just by looking at the screen and the words she let out next was downright disheartening.
Realistically speaking, the KANSEN from within knew that if they were to commence an operation to neutralize this new threat, there would be undoubtedly casualties.
Death.
It has always been part of war.
Even if they united with Crimson Axis, there was still a high chance of somebody not making it out of this ordeal.
With San Diego's words, the whole room fell silent for a while. Some were brooding about what the future has in store for them, some were critically thinking and assessing what they can possibly do in this situation, and some didn't think at all for it would only do them bad if nothing else.
Sure, they can be rebuilt and be revived if their cube and other necessary components remain intact in the end. However, nobody likes dying. Shipgirls are no exception to this rule. And there is absolute death for those who don't manage to get lucky in those dire battles.
"Are we going to strike these anomalous points as soon as possible?" A voice tore the silence engulfing the room.
The owner of the voice calmly suggested. A shipgirl of slender figure, and has waist-length silver hair and has purple eyes. She wears a white sleeveless collared and buttoned paired with a black miniskirt with yellow linings, black thigh-highs with gray belt straps as well as black boots. She wears a loose black long-sleeve long coat with white detached sleeves underneath the folded cuffs, and a white navy cap with a black visor.
She was one of the hailed heroes of the Eagle Union.
Renowned for her performance and merits in the war.
Her fame was both fear and revered by allies and enemies alike.
Grey Ghost.
USS Enterprise, Yorktown-class Aircraft Carrier.
"Enterprise..." Saratoga whispered her name, sighing, she shook her head. "I'm afraid that if you want to participate in this operation, I suggest you to back down and stop."
"Why...?"
Enterprise couldn't help but voice her confusion.
No matter how her fellow shipgirls may think, utilizing any possible fighting force was one of the most logical and best move one could execute at this very moment. After all, if this budding disaster isn't eradicated when it's still in its early stages would cause more damage in the long run.
Of course, there is the risk of pincer attacks or diversions which would make a all-out assault strategy invalid, but their choices are limited.
"You still haven't recovered from your previous sorty. There's a high chance things will get extremely dangerous and out of control once we engage directly with these new Sirens. We don't have enough Intel to accurately gauge the capacity of our new enemies."
No plan survives in first contact.
It was a rule of the thumb thing.
And they all knew that.
"All the more reason for me to participate, right?" Enterprise protested, her expression turning to that of a frown. "My abilities are necessary to at least mitigate the risks we will have to face in the future..."
Correct. With Enterprise being there, they would have more firepower and support. Even if she is still injured at the moment, she could still provide some aircover in a distance to help her allies.
However, Saratoga only stared at her blankly before sighing.
"Yes, that would've been the case... If you have not outdone yourself in your previous operations that is." Saratoga uncharacteristically said in a somewhat irritated manner. "You should take care of yourself a little more and not end up as a mess each time a battle occurs. We understand that you are trying your best, but ruining yourself in the process is not something that we would like you to do, specially when your presence alone is a must to win each decisive battles."
Enterprise simply widened her eyes and then looked down at the remark of Saratoga. Yes, she admits that all Saratoga had said was a fact. She can get where she is coming from, but it couldn't be helped in most cases where she needed to be reckless in order to lessen the damages, or worse, casualties, that they may incur.
Tensions were brewing within the room and they all realize it. Continuing this may cause a rift of friendships within their group, that's why USS Vestal took the initiative to soften the atmosphere in the room.
"Saratoga... I think Enterprise has been reprimanded enough about that matter..." Vestal chirped with a look of worry evident in her face. "You should also get rest, you've been stressing yourself for the past few days... You have been acting out of your usual character..."
"Vestal..." Enterprise wanted to add a few words. She knew that she has her own shortcomings which probably led to this situation, but as if a wall was preventing her, she couldn't relay her next words.
On the other hand, Saratoga looked shaken at her friend's advice before nodding, "I-I see... Yes, I think the exhaustion must be getting to my nerves... Big sis would be dissapointed if she sees me like this..."
"Yes... Lexington would really scold you..."
USS Lexington. A sistership of Saratoga who was always by her side supporting and advising her. She was the best older sister Saratoga could ask for.
Sadly, she wasn't here right now to do that.
Just before another awkward silence in the room could take place, in a spur of a moment, the door was slammed open revealing a panicking shipgirl.
"Bad news! Bad news!" The KANSEN didn't even bother formalities which showed how serious what she was going to deliver. "Intel came in and said that Miss H-Hood from the Royal Navy was nearly sunk and is currently in critical condition! A-And Miss Bismarck from Iron Blood was said to be abducted by the Sirens!"
"...what?!"
O-o-O-o-O
- Several years earlier...
"Tis ain't what I was expecting to happen," Muramasa muttered, scratching his hair as he landed his behind to the floor. "But this ain't half bad at all."
The place was cold and damp. Nothing out of order considering that this place is located deep within the seas. It is a underground base with comparable design and technological level to those of Olympus.
After that Siren—Observer Alpha, dropped him here without any word except for "You will meet her if you kept walking this hallway, have a nice tour, Servant~" then dissapearing immediately with a grin on her face.
But one thing is for sure however, he was certainly having fun in this little tour of his. This place was a feast for his eyes; eyes that could discern almost anything when it comes especially weapons in the very same moment. It took a sole glance to analyze and give him a glimpse of the true nature of the object his eyes laid upon.
Everything here was a weapon of its caliber. To the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Literally all that was surrounding him was a league of its own.
Weaponry that shoots concentrated beams that could easily eradicate its targets to nothing but ashes.
Law defying capabilities such as bending space and time to their will through science and technology itself.
The sheer marvel and wonders paved through the history of this place brought a shiver to his spine. Though the things he said may be commonplace in the world of mystery and magi, the fact that these are purely made out of the hands of humabity without any speck of magecraft or any related mystery stuff impresses him nonetheless. Currently, he did not show that much reaction except for the grin gracing his face.
'Evolution through evolution. A never ending process. Towards the advancement and progression of humanity,' the blacksmith thought wryly to himself.
Muramasa would summarize everything around him in that short sentence.
That was the essence and key concept behind the history and background of everything in this place. The way they implemented the process to achieve their goal however dampened Muramasa's mood. Countless sacrifices are made, thousands, if not millions of simulations are recorded in its history.
If the Master of Chaldea were to see and understand what he was seeing right, they would've gone mad over it.
After all, just like their pruning of the lostbelts in order to save their own world's future, the Sirens in this timeline is practically doing the same...in a more pragmatic and revolting way to say at least.
Genocide.
Every timeline, every simulations, all for the salvation of humanity against its threats looming upon them in the distant future, the Sirens took the mantle of executioner and proceeded with their plan to wipe out humanity again and again, moving from one timeline to another, finding and calculating every possible way so that humanity can advance forward.
It was contradictory in a sense. To save humanity, you need to redicate them first, all in order to gather 'data' for their simulations to be perfect.
A paradox.
In a way, Muramasa more or less can understand where the Sirens' point is coming from, he truly does. However, that wouldn't mean that Muramasa was pleased by the way they'd done it.
"Damn it..." Muramasa's hand soon reached to his face, more precisely on his cheek.
Blood.
It was dripping, coming directly from his eyes. It was burning hot as well. Disregarding the migraines that already that already made his head feel numb several minutes prior, Muramasa decided to take a breather and stop using his abilities at the moment.
"Seems that I would soon go blind if I continue eyeing everything else here," Muramasa said before laughing wryly.
Just imagining being blind just like one of the Divine Spirits merged into his being by the Foreign God sounded ironically funny enough.
And so, he continued his journey.
It didn't take long for him to reach the end of the corridor. A door that made him look like a dwarf faced him, which automatically opened as soon as his presence was registered.
With a loud rumbling, the door soon revealed its contents. It was misty to describe at the very least, just like when you open a freezer. The inside has
Without further ado, Muramasa soon turned to the elephant in the room.
A Siren, as Observer Alpha said to him, was currently in deep slumber in a metal throne resembling that of a jellyfish. Setting the odd design or motif aside, Muramasa couldn't help but whistle in admiration.
"Terminal restarted; Operating functions stable—Downloading data... Complete," at that very moment, the Siren opened her eyes. Dull blue orbs met those of gold, the former possessing nothing but blank while the latter showing that of awe and surprise. "Designated Name: Observer Zero...Tis one's awakening was that of short notice."
"..."
"Observer Zero." The new Siren repeated, her tone monotone. "You can address me by this...name. Introduce yourself right at this moment, unknown subject."
"Unknown subject this time eh? I wonder what will your other kin say to me next," Muramasa jested before shaking his head, he then introduced himself. "Apologies, my name's Senji Muramasa, Servant Class, Alter-ego. Just a blacksmith and one of the Disciples of the Foreign God." Former disciple to be exact.
A tense atmosphere soon engulfed the room. It didn't help that it was chilly.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Pure silence. Muramasa then sighed. It seems that he should be the one who'll take the reigns of the conversation in the beginning.
"Not a fan of words perhaps?"
Observer Zero nodded slowly. Soon, her expression morphed slightly to one that looks intrigued.
"Correct. Talking is... tiring. The period of my awakening... has been changed drastically. I, Observer Zero, was supposed to be awakened way more further in the future. That cause is... none other than the foreign variable which is none other than you," she responded lifting one of her arms, as if stretching it.
"It was something beyond my control at the time," Muramasa closed his eyes in thought. His words contained no lies. "Pardon me from waking you earlier as usual then."
"Proper decorum and respect... How strange. To think that we had the chance to see someone show that kind of treatment to us after all these years. How strange indeed."
"It seems that you have been living a long life contrary to your looks," he said, earning a slight raise of a brow from the ever expressionless Siren.
"Correct. Longer than you might've imagined." the monotone voice of the Siren was heard loud and clear.
"Heh," Muramasa gave off a laugh. "So, what is your true purpose for bringing me here? You could've just let an old man like me die in peace if your friend haven't interfered just so you know."
Crack.
It was crumbling.
His body that is.
Slowly and painfully.
"...what do you think about humanity?"
All of a sudden, his full interest had been piqued.
"Why do you ask?" Muramasa inquired back, quite curious about the question of the Siren.
"Information."
The Siren simply said. Nothing more, nothing less. Seeing that she wouldn't add more context about it, Muramasa answered what first came into his mind.
"Fools."
And that was his answer. The entirety of humanity could be summed up as fools in the blacksmith's opinion. Of course, he was also part of that, even after his death and when he turned to a Servant.
Yet, that aspect is one of the key factors that drove humanity to push forward. That is one undeniable fact that few people would admit to themselves.
"Data acquired; we are delughted by your output," Observer Zero replied after a moment. "Servant, Senji Muramasa: Name record traced in the Sengoku Era of what is currently known as Sakura Empire." Her gaze scanned him, from top to bottom, and Muramasa saw her eyes glow. "The Muramasa School of Blacksmithing and their founding ancestor, renowned for his feats of making cursed blades in that perid of time, are you perhaps related to it?"
Staring at her in the eye, he answered. "In a way, I do."
Of course. After all he was the one who founded that school and he was that very ancestor she was talking about.
"I see." Observer Zero then shut her eyes and seemed to be in deep thought. "Tell me, what is that you seek the most?"
"Kinda surprised you're getting there too fast," Muramasa sat down and held his chin. "Aren't you being too direct that you want something from me?"
Both parties knew about that fact already. There's no point in concealing that now seeing that the matter was brought up directly. Well, the blacksmith expected the Siren to go around in circles with her words or at least try to trick him in a way.
But that didn't happen.
"Is that a problem?"
"No, rather, I like it. There's nothing bad of being blunt in situations like this," Muramasa shook his head and then internally mulled over what the Siren—Observer Zero—just said.
'What do I seek huh?'
It was a simple question which he could give an answer to.
Ever since he became a blacksmith, his goal was already set in stone, and it is an undeniable fact that even death didn't stop him from trying to finish that goal in the end.
"To create the strongest blade that can cut through concept, fate."
And that's all of it.
The strongest blade. An aspiration that he carried even after his death and becoming a servant. It was a dream that will never stop to the person called Senji Muramasa until he manages to achieve it.
"Error... Data Collection; weapon that cuts concepts, failed." Observer Zero robotically said with her brows knitting ever so slightly. "Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?"
"Why ask for something impossible?"
Impossible?
Muramasa didn't hold back the laughter he had inside at what the Siren said to him. On the other hand, his conversation partner was confused and couldn't help but inquire.
"Is there something funny about what I said?"
"Yeah, it is funny!" Muramasa replied, his laughter gone, but a confident grin remained on his face. "Impossible you say? No, it is not impossible at all!"
After all, he had already done it. His noble phantasm can recreate it.
But he wants to build it manually. With his own very hands. Without any disruption or outside interference such as magic and such. The desire, glory, and satisfaction that he wants to could only be only attained through his own skills.
"Still, now its my turn to ask. What it is that you want from this old man? I can see that you have more to say than just asking me such questions, right?"
"Yes, of course. That would only be fair." She replied.
And after a second, she said it.
"The salvation of humanity's future."
A sudden shift in the atmosphere ensued. Holding out her hand towards him, she continued.
"That's all we wish for."
AN: As you can see, its been a few months guys, and I'm back. This story is an AU as you can see, and the part where the main story begins is within the Scherzo of Iron and Blood event, and the time Muramasa landed here in the Azur Lane world is way way earlier.
If there are errors and such, don't hesitate to point them out. They sometimes go unchecked even if I use grammarly to be honest, and I don't know why. Even the simplest words like "to" becomes "ot" and the app fails to detect it... Also, if ya have any suggestions or something that you would like to comment or recommend about the Fate Elements about this story, I would be glad to talk about it.
And that's it! I don't really have much to say for now, so yeah, see ya soon in the next update!
Edit 1: Fixed missing letters. They keep appearing like persistent bugs. Grammmarly ain't doing its job well.
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