Finally, new month, fresh data; while I do want to play ZZZ, I'll going to need to carefully plot out how my data is used for it, and one way I can do that is by using my old phone as the WIFI, as with that, I can set a hard limit of data usage before it automatically shuts off. So I won't let a repeat of last month happen, though it means I'll be downloading that stupid game in pieces over several days using a combo of regular and night owl data.

But onto the chapter itself, I won't lie, I've been waiting on this for a long…LONG time, as I've already written a Kendo v Midoriya in the past, but that was for a different story and I like to believe that I've improved my craft since. I had a ton of ideas for this, and already have given both plenty of moments to show off what they can do, so to really build the hype.

Chapter 32: Storms and Forests

"And with an explosive finish, Bakugo knocks Shoji out of bonds! Looks like we have the first of our two finalist folks!" Present Mic cheered as Bakugo was declared the winner, Shoji having landed quite the ways out of the boundary line, his top nearly destroyed thanks to the explosion that sent him flying, to begin with.

"Bakugo can be relentless; that assault was insane." Sero whistled, as they had expected him to be aggressive, but that was a whole other level.

"But rational, he couldn't allow himself to be grabbed, else Shoji would have won the match." Tokoyami crossed his hands, having suspected such from Bakugo, whose ego must have demanded that he make a showy finish like that, one that could be compared to what Midoriya and Kendo had already done.

"Still, you saw that fight, the guy blew off like half his arms," Kaminari added, as they had cringed or looked away at that, but Shoji hardly flinched despite the burnt-looking stumps that regenerated like it was nothing. Even now, the robots had the unpleasant job of removing the pieces of flesh that littered the field as both fighters left, Bakugo got some cheers, but most were still reasonably turned off by how violent he was.

Iida chopped at that. "While certainly violent, Bakugo had to be aware of Shoji's healing factor so no long-term harm was done. That said, he should still apologize as I can't imagine that was a pleasant experience for Shoji." To his defense of their least likable classmate, well, if you ignored Mineta, Jiro scoffed.

"Bakugo apologising? Next, you'll tell us you're going to swear every 4 words." She pointed towards Iida, who looked scandalized by the very idea.

"I would never!" His denial only proved her point, but the conversation quickly moved on to another point, the upcoming battle between two people that both classes had come to see as their best.

"But now it's time for the big one," Sato mentioned, others grunting in agreement as Mina shook in her seat.

"No kidding, I'm so nervous about this match-up!" Ashido liked Kendo; they were pretty close friends. More than that, she knew she was crazy strong, having been the first person she beat in this tournament. That said, Midoriya just gave her a bad vibe, not like a villain or perve bad, but bad as in 'you should be extra careful' kind of thing. Sure, he liked how he could rile up Bakugo with so little effort, but he wasn't just a high-level shit-talker like Jiro; he could back that up.

"I'm not, you saw how much Kendo has, she'll send Midoriya flying." Kaminari boasted, confident that this festival was gonna be class A's time to shine all the way, class B would just have to settle for their best sharing 3rd place with Shoji. They'll take gold and silver for themselves.

Hagakure, on the other hand, wasn't so sure about that. "He can stick himself to the field, remember? Besides, that guy seems to always have a new trick up his sleeve." Like the wood trick, as if he pulled it out for Iida, he sure as heck was going to do the same for Kendo. Iida and Uraraka agreed with her on that as they recalled what he pulled in the entrance exam.

Still, there wasn't a clear idea of things to come, so Asui turned to two people who would know best. "Tokoyami, Iida, you battled him. Do you have any ideas on how this will go?"

Tokoyami closed his eyes in thought, replaying his embarrassing match but focusing mainly on the important details. "From my experience, Midoriya is someone that seems to prefer to watch and learn before coming in for a decisive blow." He eventually answered.

Iida on the other hand, was of a different mind as he recalled his match, how he seemed to have managed to gain the upper hand, but lost it just as fast. "As regrettable as my match was, I would say that Midoriya is aware that this is a televised event, as in contrast to Tokoyami, who ended quickly, I suspect he allowed our match to drag on to further show off what we could do."

"That…feels like a contradiction," Ashido stated, as what was it? Midoriya went fast, or did he like to take his time?

"Welcome to the club, Midoriya seems to love confusing people. Even we wonder what his next move will be sometimes." Tokage said over the wall, as they had been having their own talk about things at the same time.

"He did look excited for this match, almost too excited." Kuroiro mused, Midoriya's face being almost as unsettling as what he could pull off. That smile especially.

"No kidding, and I saw the way he looked at Kendo earlier. 10K says he has a crush on her, and they're totally gonna make out during the match." Tokage stated, getting coughs and surprised gags from her classmates

"I'll take that bet!" Ashido cheered, much to Iida's chagrin.

"He won't." Kodai shook her head, with Tokage grinning as she turned to the ever-poker-faced girl.

"Oh, you mighty confident there, Kodai? Willing to put your purse where your mouth is?" She challenged, to which Kodai nodded.

"Fine, thank you for the money." One would be forgiven if they didn't realize that she was playing along; otherwise, you would assume she was taking all this literally based on how little she emoted.

"I can't believe you're gambling and with the romantic lives of our fellow classmates." Shiozaki merely sighed, having accepted that her class had less than virtuous tendencies that she could never get out of them.

"Bets on if Midoriya's the type that likes fighters aside, I have a feeling this match will be the crown moment of the entire first-year festival." Monoma crossed his legs, his eyes on the field that had just been cleared, and Cementoss carried out minor repairs in the interim.

"That seems fair. Bakugo might be strong, but he hasn't had many good showings so far. Meanwhile, Kendo and Midoriya have left their marks with some flashy stuff." Honenuki agreed with him.

"Win or lose, those two will have all the attention on them. After all, they've both beaten guys from established hero families." Komori added that that was a small but good point of pride for their class, as their sister class had been the one that got both elites in their roaster, but both had been bested before the finals, one of whom by their cat boy.

Aoyama thought the same, though he looked at it from another angle. "A classic tale, that is, of commoners proving themselves superior to those of noble birth." Iida pretended like he didn't take some offense to the idea he believed that he was inherently better than his classmates due to something like his bloodline and that

"Midoriya basically outran Iida, who is someone built for speed. Meanwhile, Kendo managed to overpower Todoroki, who is a powerhouse himself." Awase thought aloud, as that was quite the upset, but it also set a trend that Midoriya could be considered the faster of the two, but Kendo was the stronger. It was like a fight between a cheetah and a gorilla.

"So the question is: Will Midoriya be able to end the match before Kendo can overwhelm him with her power?" Yanagi finished the thought, as this seemed to be a battle of which was better, speed or power.

Sometime later, Midoriya was walking down the path towards the ring, this being his 3rd time through here, and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. He had left to get ready just as Bakugo and Shoji's match had begun, as he already knew how Bakugo fought, and despite how much he hated him, he knew he would win.

So he put his focus on prepping to fight Kendo, a notion that both excited and terrified him. "Folks, we have the second and final match of the semi-finals, and let me tell you, you don't want to miss this! Both have defeated players from big-time hero families, outshining their elites to claim the title for themselves!" He smiled, feeling around his mouth with his tongue for the rest of the seeds, confirming he still had around a dozen of them.

Stepping into the light, the roar of the crowd was almost pleasing, if it didn't nearly hurt with how loud they were. But he didn't let himself falter or bend. He would stand tall, stand proud as he prowled forward. "That's real fitting as these two might as well be kings, as both are the class reps of their respective classes, making them practically U.A. royalty! But who will come out on top? Which class takes the gold? I'm nearly jumping out of my seat in excitement; you couldn't believe it!"

"Mic, control yourself, you're not a child." He let out a little laugh at how deadpan Eraser sounded. As he moved, he looked around, first to his class, where he waved at them, then towards the booth, where he knew the master was watching, and he gave a nod. Finally, he looked towards where Takasame was, the tall fox woman sticking out among the crowd of regular folk. With her were all the kids who waved and cheered for him so loudly he could differentiate from the rest.

With them, he turned on his heel at the foot of the stairs and gave a double thumbs-up with a smile full of teeth, to which they cheered even louder.

"Go, Big brother, go!" That, more than the support of his class, made him feel warm inside as he smiled even wider before turning once more and nearly bouncing up the stairs, meeting Kendo who had already made it to the middle of the ring, her eyes being as captivating as they've always been. Her gaze promised him that this fight would be everything he thought it would be, if not more.

"Coming in from the west gate, representing class A, it's Kendo Itsuka!" She looked a little annoyed by how Present Mic was building things up between them.

"Does he have to make this class thing?" She asked.

"And her challenger, coming in from the east gate, representing class B, it's Midoriya Izuku!" Midoriya didn't have as much of a problem with it, granted it felt cheap to divide them into two sides to root for, but that just made him all the more determined to take the win.

"Pretty sure he's just hyping them up, though my blood's already boiling, so don't hold back, Kendo. I want to fight you at your best." He told her, with Kendo laughing in return. She wanted to say he was arrogant, but a part of her said it wasn't that; this was him wanting her best because, win or lose, that was all that mattered, and after the disappointment that was her beatdown on Todoroki, she could use someone that didn't tie a hand behind their back.

"Trust me," Midnight felt like there was more to this bout from that opening line, Kendo shifting into a boxing stance. "I'm not going to play around."

Outside the two, Midnight suspected that this fight was going to be trouble, even as Present Mic continued to hype it up. For All Might, it was more than a little stressful, as they knew so little about Midoriya and his master, but he carried the hope that his successor would still find a way to defeat him.

For Endeavour, the man was furious that his masterpiece had been beaten, not crushed under the power that Kendo had. But despite how her quirk reminded him of All Might, he focused more on the present and that other one whose teacher rubbed him the wrong way, the way that looked at him; it was like she knew more about him than was possible.

For Kenmikoto, she trusted that her student would do his best, and suspected that he was going to have a fun time trading blows with this Kendo girl, but she also knew that whatever he was expecting her to be capable of, she'd be even greater than that. After all, she reminded her of All Might and another hero that came before him.

"Oh man, you can feel the tension in the air, and I can't blame you, this fight will be electric!" Present Mic hyped as Midoriya's smile took on a predatory gleam as he shifted one leg back and leaned forward, his hands raised like a boxer's, but with his fingers and thumbs sprayed like claws.

"Now then-start!" Midoriya dashed forward, moving almost as fast as when he one-shot Tokoyami, Kendo powering up OFA to 5%, allowing her to see him move as he twisted and twirled, seemingly like he was trying to use the same move as he did against his first opponent on her. she wondered why he would, surely he knew he'll block it, leaving him open to a counter. As she raised her hand to catch his shin, she saw the glint in his eye and realized it was bait right as he raised his leg vertically and used the momentum of his spin to strike with a fist.

She blocked it with her forearm, Kendo noting that he was just as strong as she thought as he hit hard, nearly as hard as Shoji could with 3 separate fists. Midoriya recovered quickly, having expected that his ploy, even if successful, wouldn't be enough, his other fist shooting towards her unguarded side, one she blocked even faster than before, OFA now at 7% to give her a better speed and perception boast.

Kendo wasn't merely going to let him attack her, as she sent a massive fist towards him, one which he blocked with a classic cross guard, but while she remained unmoved by his attacks, Kendo's one strike sent him flying back, to which he recovered quickly, flipping mid-air and landing in a crouch. With his arms stinging from how strong that hit was, Midoriya dashed right back into the fray, raining punches, jabs, and swipes at her from all directions, using his speed and cat-like reflex to shift and dodge around her counters.

Kendo, in turn, used the face she was much stronger than him to her advantage, blocking every attack he used; her defense was too reactive, and while she couldn't touch him, that was fine for her as she knew he was watching her, so was she. Their exchange was intense but brief as they parted away again after a mere 15 seconds of combat. Lighting around her, Kendo was the one to strike this time, rushing Midoriya.

Midoriya answered by spitting a seed into his hand and clasping his hands together; from it, he created a wooden staff nearly as long as he was tall; twirling it around in his hand, he blocked Kendo's first blow, the wood bending and creaking, but not shattering as one would expect with the kind of Kendo could bring. But like his opening gambit, she was expecting that as her other fist was already rocking towards him.

His cat eye shifted as if picking up the sound as he turned his bent and rapidly self-repairing staff to the second strike, blocking it like the first, but instead of a dead block, he had held his staff at an angle to allow her first to slide off to the side, with her momentum carrying her forward, Midoriya shifted to the side and spun around to strike at her back, but Kendo recovered quickly and punched the incoming staff.

Midoriya pulled back before he thrust his staff forward like a spear, pulling back before she could grab onto it. He began a new offense, Kendo tanking or batting aside his machine gun speed strikes as he swung his staff for legs and sides, come from high for hits on her head and shoulders, or let loose rapid fir thrusts. Any damage the staff took rapidly repaired itself.

"Oh man, that was some fast-paced combat! But it looks like neither has made any progress! An unstoppable object against an unmovable object!" Present Mic commented as the crowds cheered at the action, and when Midoriya grasped his staff in both hands and snapped it two, and then altered them to act more like swords, those cheers got all the louder.

"Oh, it's double the trouble and a solid hit! Midoriya scores first blood!" Present Mic quickly changed tone as Midoriya managed to strike Kendo across the side, bending her and weakening her defense just a little. But a little was more than enough as he rapidly capitalized on this, managing another strike to the opposite side's leg before Kendo grabbed his off-hand wooden blade and swung it at her, pulverizing the wood in her grasp.

"Okay, that was a good warm-up." Kendo declared as she pushed OFA further, to 10% and ripped the damaged sword from Midoriya's hand, and threw it across the field, in the same action, she sent her first crashing into Midoriya's gut, picking him up off the ground and again sending him flying, the boy barely holding onto his weapon as he crashed to earth on his back.

"And Kendo takes her payback for that hit man that looked like it hurt!" Kendo ignored Present Mic as she rushed Midoriya, not giving him time to think as she brought her enlarged hand down where he had been lying, but he rolled out of the way, bouncing back to his feet, keeping the assault going, she charged him again, using her superior defense and strength to counter the attempted swing of his wooden sword, and again, his reflexes saved him as he leaped out harms away, but his sword was bent at the hilt from that failed strike.

Class B watched as the fight progressed, with Midoriya's bent blade righting it and extending to have a handle capable of two hands before he charged Kendo, evading her attacks as he countered with his own, pecking at her defenses. "She's definitely not making this easy for him; his usual tactics might not be enough for this fight," Yanagi noted.

"True, though perhaps he could attempt the same move as he used on Monoma," Shishida suggested as Midoriya evaded a punch by the skin of his teeth, rolling and dashing forward again, his blade held low all the while.

At that reminder, of how he could seemingly vanish from sight, smell, and hearing did seem like a feasible idea in this situation, but Monoma had his doubts. "He'll still need to land a good hit on if he did, and right now I doubt he has the power." Maybe he could dash her, but she could recover from that, or reactively strike back. Also, Kendo had kept the fight pretty far from the edges, so a surprise ring-out didn't seem likely either.

"Power is right; she's controlling the flow of the match." Honenuki frowned as their class rep held his blade to his free arm, creating a buckler shield to absorb a punch from Kendo. That blow still sent him flying back, his shield in pieces as he just barely landed on his feet, only to need to worry about Kendo's follow-up strike as the lighting-cloaked girl pressed him.

"He's still keeping up, else he would have been defeated by now." Komori countered that sentiment as despite Kendo pushing him, he wasn't merely bending as his blade remained in hand, and even striking back at her when he could while he evaded the worst of her attacks and when hit, got up just as quickly.

"Yeah, but she's matching him every time he tries to get faster," Awase replied, as while Midoriya was crazy strong and a trickster to boot, he just couldn't match the power that Kendo brought to the table, and it seemed like the longer the match on, the faster she got. How long till she was also the faster one?

"It's an impressive quirk, though it is merely a byproduct that she lets out so much electricity like that?" Honenuki wondered.

"Seems like it, as she gets brighter the longer the match goes on, but she's not nearly as bright as she was before," Fukidashi replied, as when she had busted out of that ice, she was like a lightning bolt, and man was it scary.

"That could be a good thing; imagine if she tried hitting him with that kind of attack; it would be instant game over," Tsunotori stated.

"Or perhaps she doesn't want to hit her secret boyfriend too hard?" Tokage teased, but then Kendo punched Midoriya right in the face with a crazy right hook, his blade falling from his grasp as he was knocked halfway across the arena, rolling till he stopped and nearly was taken out. Then there was Kendo, who smashed her foot down where his chest just was, Midoriya rolling out of the way and getting up with a busted lip.

"I doubt that," Kodai replied.

"You're holding back." Kendo narrowed her eyes at Midoriya, who looked worse for wear thus far, though he hadn't let himself stay down long enough for her to finish him. A frustrating development as it was like he was doing just enough to remain in the fight, but not enough to move the needle in his favor.

Midoriya didn't deny it, rather he let out an amused laugh, his cut lip not even bothering him, same as the bruises that decorated his forearms. "I wanted to get a proper gauge of what you could do before breaking out the big guns." He replied as they circled one another, the man temporarily disarmed, but Kendo knew he must have more seeds in that mouth of his, waiting to be used.

"And what's that? you're going to try and restrain me like you did that 0-pointer?" She asked him, but instead of being surprised, he seemed delighted by her calling him out on that.

"So they told you? I expected they would," Midoriya seemed too happy about the prospect of his trump card being exposed. No, she suspected that it was never his trump card, but if not a massive display of power like what Todoroki tried to do, what could it be? "But no, that wouldn't hold you, and frankly, I wouldn't want it to hold you." He stopped just as she did, her body still cloaked in lighting as she maintained One for All at 10%, ready to intercept whatever he tried to throw at her.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she felt like she could read him well enough. He seemed to be eyeing her, looking for something but didn't find whatever that was. Instead, he took a breath, before he gave her a full tooth smile, his hands rising.

"Remember when I asked you to go all out?" He asked her, with Kendo prepared for an attack, but neither she nor Midnight nor anyone outside a remote few could have predicted what he did next. He raised his hands to his face, where he struck his thumbs and index fingers into his mouth and bit down on them hard.

"What are you-" Kendo moved to ask him, but then something in her, her instincts as a martial artist, but also something deeper, older, more basic in its origin and function, stopped her as she watched the blood pour from his mouth, staining the ground as he withdrew his digits from his bloodstained lips and grasped his face, and to her surprise, she saw the blood shifting as if being controlled as it left his bloodied digits and crept onto his face, leaving stripes behind as it streaked across his face, the blood altering its dried color through some trick she didn't know.

It wasn't just the blood, but his body shifted as his hair, which already seemed wild, grew more so, lengthening a little while his car ears grew and twitched at the slightest sound around them. His nails, clear to see to her, lengthened further as they took on a green and brown color while veins started to protrude across his exposed hands, neck, and face as whatever he was doing to himself pushed his body beyond its limits that aura from before, once something that she only saw in his hands, enveloped his entire frame, faint and easy to miss, but once seen, you couldn't ignore it.

"Well, it's time I do the same. This is the greatest stage in U.A., and we're meant to show the world what we can do." When he pulled his hands away from his face, Kendo felt her heart skip a beat as she swore what she saw wasn't human anymore, not with a face like that, not with eyes so hungry and predatory as those. She wasn't the only one stunned by this as from the teachers, students, and spectators, the sight of Midoriya having used his own blood as war paint to intricately paint on the colors and stripes of a tiger, along with the rest of his appearance made him seem like he had surrendered to same primal power.

Like water, he slid into a coach, on all fours, his ears and nearly formed whiskers twitching, and just to be on the safe side, Kendo increased the amount of One for All she was using to 15%.

That decision might have just saved her as Midoriya jumped/rushed her so fast she hardly saw him move, as one moment he was far, and the next he was up close, with the feral-looking cat heteromorph burying his fist into her gut, lifting her off her feet for the first time before he quickly followed it up with a right hook that sent her skidding back.

Midoriya moved again, partially running on all fours as he closed the gap between them yet again, and with Kendo off balance and staggered, she couldn't properly defend himself against a straight kick to the chest, only pausing as he looked at his foot, his narrow, feline emerald eyes surrounded by enlarged veins gazing at them before with a pock, one of his nearly grown nails tore through. Letting out a low hiss, his hand flashed ahead and tore off the show itself, same with the other one, leaving him barefoot, which seemed to please him.

"Hey, hey, hey? What the heck is this? I didn't know he got a second form? And one that doesn't like shoes, apparently." Present Mic announced, not needing to fake any shock as he was just as uninformed as they were, his co-commentator scrambling to explain what they were seeing as Midoriya continued the assault with Kendo being the one on the backfoot now as Midoriya was far faster and stronger then he had been moments.

"His quirk is a unique case; I would imagine it's similar to some cases of animal heteromorphs who can adopt greater power via a transformation," Eraser stated; though he and Present Mic shared a look, they knew this was far from just unique.

With All Might, his fists tightened their hold on his knees as he watched the fight continue. He had never imagined that young Midoriya could do this; what sort of power was this? How could it evoke such a drastic transformation, not just in form but in his mind, as he could tell that his fighting style was completely different now, his evasion style like water in a container? For Endeavour, he was finding himself quite interested in the boy, as he was giving Kendo a real challenge now and clearly had a fighter's spirit in him.

On the field, Midoriya was attacking Kendo in ways that even with 15% of One for All rushing through her veins, she was struggling to keep up, made harder by how fluid and acrobatic Midoriya was he would jump onto her fists, enlarged or nor, and flip over her, striking at her with more of his wooden blades of his. She grits her teeth and fired off two blasts of air toward him, but she noted his whispers twitch, and he dodged, some sort of early warning. She didn't know, but she would need to figure things out fast.

When he swung his blade at her again, the thing exploded, not just repairing itself but drastically increasing its length and size till he might as well have been swinging a log that she just barely missed as it hit her in the side, she felt something crack from the impact, but she powered through the pain and with a yell equal parts power, rage, and pain, she shattered the supersized sword and rushed Midoriya, shoulder tackling him. "Got you!" She celebrated too early as he smiled at her, and the next moment, something whipped her across the face, knocking her back. "What the-?"

She looked and saw peeking out from Midoriya's back was a thick, long feline tail, one made completely from wood, but with so many segments that it could be held up and lazily wave about but pack enough of a punch that it hurt when it hit her. "You have a tail now?"

"Itsuka," Midoriya purred out a name, and she shivered, though a part of her was excited by it, by the danger he seemed to represent. His blades changed shape, moving up his hands and arms, growing out more wood till the wood settled, leaving him with intricately carved-looking clawed gauntlets that started right below the elbow and just got larger as you went down to his hands, with his wooden hands being 5 times larger than his normal hands.

Rising one of them up like the extra weight didn't exist, he flexed the enlarged fingers in the classic 'come get some' gesture. "I told you, fight me with everything you have. Otherwise, you can just lay down and surrender."

Kendo knew that she should have felt it, but she didn't feel that; there was no fear, no confusion at what he could do, and no concern over what he and his master could be plotting. All she felt was her competitive spirit dance, the martial artist in her laugh in joy at this challenge. Those hits, the bruises and welts he had left on her body, those weren't the acts of a feral beast, but a fellow martial artist, but one that didn't think but acted.

Midnight had front-row seats to see the responsible, patient, and approachable Kendo turn into something eyes as the light in her teal eyes changed; they reminded her of herself if she was honest. Same with her smile, even with the growing welt on her face.

"No hard feelings when I de-claw you, Izuku." At that moment, she called upon more of One for All, 20%-25. 30% the same power she had used to absolutely shatter Todoroki's best ice attack. The power of One for All, her cloak of lighting exploded in power, somehow making the crisp day feel all the brighter in the light that was her orange lightning. There was a gasp from the crowds as she pushed herself to such a point, the air around the place shifting as Kendo was akin to a walking storm.

But Midoriya didn't flinch, the opposite as he reveled in this, even if it was hard to identify details now that she was covered in that strange lightning of hers, he knew that it wasn't the real thing, his whiskers told him as much. His ramped-up feline instincts were experiencing a contradiction, as they told him to flee from this apparent force of nature, but his pride demanded that he face her head-on. Such an odd thing, but everything did seem to have an odd effect on him, and he loved that.

As if reflecting the mood, his gauntlets and tail rippled as the wood forming it shifted like water as he took a strong, stance, his foot slamming into the arena floor as he met Itsuku, head-on.

"Now then, let the real fun start." With that, they rushed one another, lighting and wood set on a collision course.

Done! I was hoping to fit the entire fight into one chapter, but man did I realize mid-way that wouldn't fly, not if I wanted to keep the set-up and people reacting to this as yeah, the teachers, the only ones in the know, would be freaking out over this supposedly quirkless person going feral. As I said in the past, this is basically sage mode from Naruto, and much like Jiarya, Izuku isn't all that good at it yet, so tapping into it more than he now passively does and well, he's lucky that the tail isn't flesh.

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