Chapter 41
Oscar Pine instantly dropped. He watched the fist pass harmlessly over him. Part of him felt a little... satisfied, at finally dodging one of his mentor's punches.
But, unfortunately, he watched it too long.
The impact of a boot made itself known in his stomach, and he doubled over, dropping to his knees. The wind was blown out of him, and he wheezed from being kicked in the stomach.
"Gotta keep your guard up, kiddo."
Oscar glared up at one Qrow Branwen, who had taken it upon himself to train him.
"G-Got it. Did you really have to kick that hard?"
The man in question simply shrugged, "You know what they say pipsqueak. Pain is the best motivator."
You know Oscar, Qrow only wants what's best for you... the voice in his head, better known as Ozpin, said.
"Yeah, yeah."
Ozpin, after having told his story to everyone, had chosen to cede control to Oscar. Not that Oscar hated control over his own body; it was actually quite the opposite.
Oscar didn't show himself much, not anymore. Everyone kind of hated him.
It was surprising to Oscar how Qrow still kept himself in control. Part of him thought the entire team and Qrow would hate him and keep distance from him, but... they weren't that immature. They didn't blame him for anything that happened.
But, that didn't mean Ozpin didn't take the chance to teach him some tricks. He had the muscle memory of using that cane engraved in his arms and entire body, but he still needed to be able to use it.
Which was why Qrow and Taiyang were putting him on mobility and speed work, but also strength-based workouts, since he already had the technique down. They never even bothered allowing him to use the cane, because he was good at it.
"But," Qrow said, unknowingly snapping Oscar out of his own thoughts, "You've improved. Now, go do some strength training."
"Come on..." Oscar whined.
"Quit whining. Get your ass up off the ground, and give me those pushups," Qrow ordered sternly.
Oscar Pine sighed, and obeyed.
"You know, when Perce gets here, he's gonna really whoop you into shape," Qrow commented as he did the pushups.
"Y-Yeah?" Oscar grunted through the exertion, pushing himself back up.
"Mhmm. Guy's a real hardass, but he knows how to work 'em," Qrow smiled. It wasn't one of his teasing, snarky grins, but a real smile. Oscar had never seen him smile like that before.
"Been through a lot, Perc, that is. He's kind, compassionate, and strong. The typa guy you'd want to be by your side while fighting through a sea of Grimm. Never backs down, and just as fierce as they come. Divine."
Oscar finished his pushups, and his muscles gave out in pure exertion. He lay on the ground, taking in great mouthfuls of air.
He'd heard about Perseus Apollyon, if only briefly on the news. Part of him was frightened to be even near the guy, let alone meeting him. He commanded respect and fear, and was worshipped as a god. He had the power to back it up, too. The idea of meeting him was... scary, to say the least.
Don't worry, Oscar, Ozpin added, I know Perseus personally. Do not be afraid.
That just gave him even more reason to be afraid. Ozpin wasn't exactly straightforward, as Oscar had learned.
Qrow crouched down, still smiling.
"You're prolly scared of everything you've heard about him on the news, eh? Y'know, he'd prolly be a real big bro to you, Oscar. You need that male role model, really."
He looked up to the shining sun. Oscar could see the six o'clock shadow on Qrow's beard by the sun's rays, which illuminated his face.
"All the skeletons are out for the taking now. Percy's gonna fix everything. I got faith in him. I got faith in him..."
Weiss trudged through the clearing, lagging at the back of the group.
They had landed near Shion and stashed the bullhead away. In hindsight, it was slightly risky – someone could just take it – but, with no pilot, they had no choice but to bear it.
Her eyes were fixed on the back of Percy's head, as he led at the front of the group.
She hadn't spoken to him much. Not after what happened several days ago in Atlas.
Part of her felt... hollow, of some sorts. After finding that Percy didn't see her as anything more than a friend.
She wished more than anything that his perception of her would change into something more. There was an aching sensation in her chest from it all.
She knew it was childish of her, like she was still some teenager in a drama or a middle school girl with a crush, but... wasn't that what it was supposed to be like? Falling in love, that is.
His love was gone. It wasn't there in the first place.
It didn't mean she would give up, though. She clenched her fist.
She was so weak. Pathetic, even.
Maybe she should have been more forward with her intentions. Yang-esque, perhaps.
She should have just asked him for closure. So that she could move on.
But another part of her didn't exactly want to give up. Not at all.
She was Weiss Schnee, a huntress of Beacon, and a member of team PRWBY. She wasn't going to give in to anything.
Not even her own team leader's indirect rejection.
She heard the flap of her tent open, and she turned to see who was disturbing her.
"Raven."
Raven Branwen turned to see Vernal. Being an orphan, taken in and raised by the Branwen Tribe, Vernal hadn't been given a last name. But Raven had seen promise in her, and had taken her in as a second in command, of sorts. Of course, she had to prove herself and her strength, like all bandits out here.
"What is it?"
"He's here," Vernal stated simply, "Along with two Schnee bitches, a friendly weirdo, and two assassins."
A day before the deadline, Raven thought. Maybe he wanted to be punctual for some reason. She didn't understand why exactly, though.
"I'm coming."
Vernal left the tent, not saying anything.
Her hands had been trembling, Raven recalled.
Whenever some visitor showed up, Vernal would loudmouth her ass off and talk shit. But not this time.
She finished polishing her katana, Omen. She sheathed it.
Putting on her mask, she stood up from the cushion she had been sitting on, and made her way outside, lifting up the tent flap.
The tribe grew silent as Raven stepped down from the wooden centerpiece. They were sending strange looks her way. Raven shrugged it off, and made her way to the gate.
There they were.
A green-eyed, orange-haired girl. It was strange how she seemed oddly happy at being here.
Weiss and Winter Schnee, the two rich Schnee sisters. The elder was no pushover, though Raven estimated she could just blitz Ironwood's dog, and the bitch would be caught off guard.
Two assassins, of which Raven did not know the names of. She had the feeling that they were not pushovers, but she was confident she could take them in a fight regardless.
And him.
Apollyon.
The last time she had met him, he had been terrifyingly powerful. But now...
Now, he seemed almost... stronger.
He wore tailored, black combat pants, and a long, flowing cloak with sea green highlights, which billowed in the soft breeze.
Stormy sea green eyes met her own, and her breath hitched for a moment. All of the aggressiveness, the passion, was there. Depths of the sea, wild, untamed. A golden bolt struck the ocean. Thunder crashed, and she flinched instinctually.
Her hands were a little clammy, and she could hear her heartbeat ever so slightly.
Then she realized the mask was still on her face, so any semblance of surprise would be hidden, thankfully.
She stepped forward.
Apollyon stared at her curiously.
She reached out her hand.
"I recognize your strength. I extend an offer to you to join our tribe."
The others visibly reacted with looks of shock, looking at Apollyon, awaiting his response. Apollyon stood, silent.
Winds of gust passed through the territory, so unnatural that it made Raven shiver slightly. She flexed her maiden powers, trying to calm it, but it resisted.
The silence was permeating.
At last, he spoke.
"And what about your own daughter?"
"What about her?" Raven replied simply. She didn't care about her.
"Do you not care about her? Would you extend the same offer to her if she was here?"
There was an uncomfortable feeling in Raven's chest, but she ignored it, and pushed it aside.
"If she had proven her strength," said Raven. "She hasn't, so I see no reason to do so. The weak die, the strong live. Those are the rules."
"Join the Branwen Tribe, Apollyon. Join the Branwen Tribe, and you can forget about fighting Ozpin's little war."
"How ironic that you are being dragged into this same war that you claim to not be a part of."
Raven remained silent. Apollyon stared at her curiously.
"Who is the Spring Maiden?"
"Assisting my tribe does not require that you know who the maiden is," she stated coldly.
"I see," he intoned. "But you must prove to me that the maiden does exist within your tribe, otherwise I may be acting on a lie."
"Are you calling me a liar?" Raven shot back over her shoulder, amused. "Vernal!" she called.
"In this business, you can never be too sure," he responded evenly.
Raven let out a huff of amusement. He had a sense of humor.
Vernal finally arrived.
"He doesn't believe you," Raven said simply.
Vernal grunted and closed her eyes. She lifted her arms up, spreading them.
On cue, Raven began manipulating the winds, accelerating them just slightly so that it was believable that Vernal was really the maiden. They began with a low howling, then plunging into a crescendo-
The clearing turned quiet.
Her eyes opened in shock.
One second, powerful gusts of wind had been whipping up, roaring, and the next, they were gone.
An indescribable force had ripped them away from her grasp.
"I don't have full control of the maiden powers yet," Vernal said smoothly.
It didn't matter, though. Perseus Apollyon stared straight at her, ignoring Vernal entirely.
There was a predatory glint in Apollyon's eye, and a small, lopsided smirk that sat on his lips, which told Raven that he knew her secret.
She cursed internally, and his devilish smirk widened, before he spoke once more.
"I see. Very well then. Lead us into the camp."
Sun Wukong wasn't the best detective.
He knew that, but he decided to oblige Blake anyway. Even if he had done detective work with Neptune for the Vale Junior Police before, his undercover skills were... severely lacking.
He stared up at the main base of the Eastern Holy Church of Apollyon, gawking at its beauty. Officially, this specific temple, or church, was the Pagoda of Apollyon.
It was...
It was magnificent.
If one looked over Mistral, one of the first things they would see was this main church, the Pagoda of Apollyon. There was a large golden statue of Percy at the front, with his left hand formed in a raised fist, and his sword in his right hand.
Even though it was a statue, Sun shuddered involuntarily. It was like the eyes were staring at him, into the windows of his soul.
The cathedral towered over the neighboring buildings, like a monolith amongst men; it was decorated lavishly with glinting, shining golden arches and great sea green tinted glass panes, along with hints of deep black. At the top, there was a sharp spire which reached up to the sky.
There were guards on either side of the guy, and they were armed, and wore golden armor and helmets which made them infinitely more intimidating. This was right in the middle of Mistral.
In short, he had no idea how the hell this was legal or how this was even allowed by the Council of Mistral, but here they were.
These were the thoughts that ran rampant through his head as he stepped up to the front of the recruitment line.
"Name?" the guy at the front of the giant church, or cathedral asked.
"Sun Wukong," he answered, slightly nervous. He couldn't afford to screw up here.
The man grunted, "Occupation?"
"Huntsman, Haven Academy, formerly at Beacon Academy for the Vytal Festival."
"Uh huh. Affiliation?"
"Close fri-I mean, acquaintance, of Per- the Great Apollyon!" Sun proclaimed, nearly stuttering.
You fucking idiot, he reprimanded himself. If he had addressed Percy that casually in front of these... cultists and zealots, he would been completely and utterly mauled, and he knew it.
He nervously awaited the man's answer. The man's eyes were wide with... something.
He approached him, his face drawing so close to Sun's that Sun flinched back. There was an... air about him.
"Absolutely amazing!" the man's demeanor seemed to shift almost instantaneously, "Welcome to the Eastern Holy Church of Apollyon, Brother! I hereby declare Brother Wukong to be an Enlightened!"
"Enlightened! Enlightened! Enlightened!" the guards thumped their spears on the ground, leaving a resonating nose.
One of the guards put a hand on his shoulder and began escorting him into the cathedral.
Just as Sun thought he was following the rest of the new converts; they escorted him off to another side.
Murals and paintings decorated the small hall, all across the walls and ceilings. Sun gaped, seeing such detailed paintings. There were paintings of Percy fighting great monsters, powerful Grimm. Lightning flashed down, illuminating his face.
According to Sun's research, the Eastern Holy Church of Apollyon had quickly grown to be the most powerful church in all of Mistral, surpassing even the Covenant of Salem. Apollyonism, an official religion, was also the most powerful religion in Mistral. Even on the streets, there were people who openly worshiped and dedicated hours of their life to worshipping Percy.
It was insane.
They finally came through another arched doorway and were met with a chamber. It was impressive, for sure, as it was filled with chandeliers and golden and sea green sheens and decorated curtains and carpets, which shimmered under the light.
Sun saw a familiar face in there, sitting on the golden throne. Before he could greet her, though, he was interrupted.
One of the guards beside him thumped his spear twice in succession, and the rest followed.
"Introducing Thane of Apollyon, Sun Wukong!" an ornately dressed guard announced to the room, his voice echoing all around the chamber.
"Seraph of Apollyon, and Consort to His Magnificence, Her Highness Pyrrha Nikos!" the same ornately dressed guard turned to her, "Could you please verify the truth of this man's identity as an acquaintance of Our Lord?"
"Of course," Pyrrha stepped off her throne. She glided across the floor, with a presence akin to that of Mistralian nobility. Still, Sun could see some semblance of tiredness underneath her eyes, carefully masked with concealer. Being a part of this church and having to juggle responsibility must have been tiring.
"I know they can be weird, but just go along with it, and you'll be fine," she whispered into his ear.
"Yeah, yeah..."
"Tell me about everything later. After the initiation ceremony," she added, "Blake and I will be waiting. Just go through the initiation ceremony."
Pyrrha took a step back and raised her voice to the crowd.
"I hereby proclaim Sun Wukong as a true Thane of Apollyon," Pyrrha nodded, smiling.
Sun had to hold back a laugh, looking at her perfect poker face and how much she was bullshitting straight to the miniature crowd of Apollynists that had gathered in the chamber. Amazingly enough, they believed her...
"Enlightened Thane Wukong, we shall follow your guidance," the guards bowed so deep that their foreheads almost touched the floor.
It was completely insane.
But, it was good for them, Sun concluded, as he was led to some sort of initiation ceremony.
Raven turned on her heel without another word, and Percy nodded to the others to follow him. As he walked, he was made aware of his friends' necklace-suits, which were sitting in his left pocket.
They were brought into the camp, but before Percy could breathe another word, a crowd of bandits began surrounding them.
Mercury and Neo both tensed, but a quick look from Percy stopped them. Weiss, Winter, and Penny weren't as responsive to him, but a sharper glance from him finally resolved the issue.
Percy patiently stood in the center of the circle of bandits, staring at Raven's back. He had expected this in the beginning.
All tribes had some kind of ritual; Raven Branwen was focused on a little mantra, "the weak die, the strong live". It made sense she would try him.
Raven whirled on her heel, and, with speed even greater than that of Qrow's, blitzed him with her katana.
He could tell the way she was going, due to the way her thigh muscles tensed and burst towards him.
Percy chose to evade Raven's first strike, and the second as well. Raven unleashed a series of slashes and thrusts, and so Percy had no choice but to block with Riptide.
Bandits respected strength. They respected infallibility, and invulnerability.
That meant no extra gadgets to help him win, to set them on equal grounds. Just trusty old Riptide.
Even so, Raven Branwen was not going to land a single hit on him.
He jumped back, letting her blade pass harmlessly by. When she tried to change it into a slash, he blocked it with Riptide.
Her eyes were blazing now, even if he couldn't see them behind her mask. She had realized she was being toyed with, and was probably furious at herself, and him.
The wind had begun picking up, howling, and tearing at him.
She burst at him again, noticeably faster with the aid of the winds, and tried to land a hit on him. Again, he parried it with Riptide, making use of his demigod strength to manipulate the blade away.
"Calm down, Raven."
With a tug, he quickly wrenched the winds away from her, and covered the distance between them in a flash.
He struck downwards, bringing the blade down on her shoulder with the force of a train. There was no time to be wasted.
She cried out, and he slammed a boot into her stomach, draining her aura even further. She doubled over, trying to swing at him, and he batted it away with Riptide.
He twisted Anaklusmos like he had so many times before, and, disoriented as she was, Raven could not keep ahold of her weapon, as it tumbled to the ground.
He grabbed the back of her head, and brought it down onto his raised knee, once. His bone cracked the Grimm mask. He brought it down again, then twice.
The two sides of the Grimm mask fell to the ground.
She tensed, but then, he stopped.
"You don't want to be embarrassed in front of your tribe, do you?" he whispered in her ear.
"D-Damn you."
She kicked off him, retrieving her katana.
It seemed she was hellbent on fighting this to the bitter end.
She flung herself at him, using the winds to slam her shoulder into his stomach. He tanked it, as they burst out of the camp's wooden walls. They were flying, just a few feet off the ground, and she was trying to deal as much damage to him as possible.
She went at him in the air, but Percy slashed the right side of her face, causing them to drop to the ground.
Lightning generated in his hand, and he sent an open palmed strike to the side of her neck, letting the electricity run its course through her body.
Her aura had to be almost zero by now, and he avoided the swings and slashes again, parrying two to reveal her exposed left.
He slashed from her left shoulder to the right hip, but it was a feint.
She realized it far too late.
Twisting his blade underneath the incoming parry, Percy slashed at Raven's side.
Again, he put on a burst of speed to bury his fist in her abdomen, and she ended up against the wooden wall.
His hand was on her neck, and Percy glared daggers at her, daring her to try something.
She didn't.
"Do you yield?"
She murmured something that Percy didn't quite hear.
"What was that?"
"You know, if you wanted me up against a wall, all you had to do was ask."
He dropped her.
Raven did not know what possessed her to say it, but she had. Her eyes lingered on his back, as he walked away.
He reminded her so much of the old Tai. His movements, his ferocity, his prowess...
Back in Beacon, when Tai hadn't yet been corrupted by Ozpin and his foolishness of saving the good. Saving the world from a useless cause, against an immortal with nigh instantaneous regeneration.
The pure primal ability to take anything and bend it to his will, to his being. That was what Tai had been.
He had lost that blazing, powerful fire since becoming a father, and still carrying out Ozpin's missions.
It was ridiculous.
But, that was what he wanted to do. How foolish.
Raven was above such useless things.
But now...
Now she realized that found herself being dragged into a war she had walked away from.
A pointless war, in which all things would die. All things must die, after all. Even Apollyon, a god, would lose this war.
Salem was immortal.
And even gods could bleed.
"No fair!" Sun Wukong cried indignantly, "Why am I only a Thane while you two are Seraphim?"
"Perks of being a teammate of Percy," a cat-like smirk appeared on Blake's face.
Sun pouted, and Pyrrha had to hold back a giggle.
Seraphim, as Pyrrha had learned, were the teams RWBY and JNPR, as dictated by the Eastern Holy Church of Apollyon. Eight of them, in total.
Underneath the seraphim were thanes, then prophets, and finally the Enlightened.
Her current thane, who was showing her the ropes perse, was Yoshimoto Nao, of House Yoshimoto. She was one of the three Swords of Mistral, and one of the last people Pyrrha would have expected to be involved in this entire worshipping mess.
Apparently, even the House Han matriarch, Liu Apate, mother of Liu Kalman, another Sword of Mistral, was a common visitor to this church.
"You went to the general recruitment meeting for the Covenant, right?" Pyrrha chose to ask.
"Yeah," Sun nodded, apparently remembering, "Didn't see anything super super important, to be honest. Just zealots, a couple guards here and there..."
"Then that wasn't their main base," Blake said grimly, "They wouldn't be so lax, and they wouldn't hold recruitment at a main base."
"It's the biggest threat to Percy's reign, and Remnant, and hell, we can't even find where the main base is," groaned Sun.
"It's fine," Pyrrha waved him off, "We can send someone like... Neo, or Mercury," she grimaced internally, "To infiltrate."
"Anyway, Blake, I thought you'd like to know that I've enrolled you guys, excluding Percy, in Mistral Academy."
"What?"
"Yes," Pyrrha smiled, "We must all go back to school again!"
"Nooo~" Blake's whine was sad, and pitiful, like a cat who had just realized its fish was taken away. Sun patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"I don't want to go either. But I think it's fair, since we haven't even completed the first year of huntsmen training yet," Pyrrha pointed out, "And Percy will have his hands full with the council and everything, so he won't be there to train us. It's only right that we go to school to learn combat and dust studies, as well as everything else Mistral Academy has to offer."
"Fine..." Blake relented after the reasoning. There was no point in fighting a battle one couldn't win, after all. Pyrrha was adamant on going to school.
"Lionheart is the headmaster, and I've already talked to him. We'll be going to school a week from today."
"That gives us plenty of time to recover from Shion, then," Blake noted, now more serious.
"Mhmm. Tomorrow morning, we fly a bullhead to Shion. You two can meet with me here, and we'll go to my father's estate to take a private bullhead."
"Fine by me."
"So, they're here already," a voice said.
"Indeed. Only the quarter maiden, the Belladonna, and a monkey faunus," another replied.
"That's good. Everything is on schedule then."
"Yes. I have the full assessment reports for each of them as well."
"Oh? Do tell."
"First, the semblances. Apollyon's semblance is wards, a very versatile semblance allowing him to do much with his combat. It is similar to the Schnee semblance inherited by Weiss Schnee, which funnels a variety of attacks, including one known as time dilation which increases the speed of their movements for a set period of time. The tradeoff is that they become frozen afterwards."
"Continue."
"Ruby Rose has an unusual speed semblance in which she can turn into rose petals. Yang Xiao-Long possesses a energy absorbance semblance, which takes the energy outputted by her opponent and converts it into energy her body can use, increasing her durability by hardening the skin, and overall speed and strength."
"Blake Belladonna has the semblance of shadow clones, which allow her to 'clone' herself for brief periods of time. She often uses these to jump off of in different directions, including in mid-air. Jaune Arc possesses a form of aura manipulation, allowing him to heal others and also put more strength into his attacks. The Arcs' historically large aura reserves allow Jaune Arc much leeway when using it. Such large aura reserves enable him to recklessly heal others and charge himself."
"Pyrrha Nikos has the semblance of polarity. She can manipulate her own armor, her weapons, and her opponent's weapons that are magnetic."
"Then, it is good that we prepared for that. Go on."
"Nora Valkyrie's semblance is similar to Yang Xiao-Long's except it activates when she is struck by lightning and receives an increase in all physical attributes. Lie Ren's semblance is cloaking in which he can cloak his own and even others' aura from the senses of the Grimm."
"In terms of threat level, according to scouts, someone like Lie Ren stands at the C- category, while Jaune Arc has improved to perhaps the C or C+ category. Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee are at a B- threat level rating, and Yang Xiao-Long and Nora Valkyrie at a B. Although the former is a better fighter, Valkyrie possesses an innate ability to go berserk. Pyrrha Nikos stands at an A-, from her fighting prowess and obtaining a quarter of the remaining Fall Maiden powers."
"Ruby Rose stands at an A-, purely because of her silver eyes and their potential. Her combat skills are subpar, and her conditioning is subpar as compared to standard huntresses. However, from what data we have gathered in experiments, they are single-time use, and need to be unlocked under great emotional stress. She is a glass cannon by all definitions. Powerful, but very, very fragile."
"From there, other threats remain. For example, Sun Wukong with his semblance of sun clones, stands at a B-. Winter Schnee possesses a ranking of B+. The Swords of Mistral possess a threat level rating of A, while the Branwen siblings possess a threat level rating of A+, presuming the sister does not have the Spring Maiden powers, of course."
"Then, us Apostles?"
"In comparison, Upper Apostles Two, Three, and Four all stand at an S rank. Upper Apostle Four Cinder Fall reaches that rank by virtue of her maiden powers, of course. Upper Apostle One Lilith Pers may possess an S+ or S++ rating. Most of the Lower Apostles stand at A+ or A ratings. We all most improve."
There was one person missing, though.
"I notice you left out Apollyon from the list."
"Indeed, I suppose I did."
"Is there a reason for that?"
"W-We do not currently know the full extent of his power. The best estimate I can give is G. God rank."
"You would claim he is on par with our Goddess Salem?"
"I am unsure of that. Hence, I choose not to express any sort of opinion."
"I see. It is better to be unsure than to be a blabbering coward."
"Here is the report."
There was a moment of silence, before another voice began speaking.
"Then," a third voice joined in, "I presume the Godsbane is working?"
"Yes. A lower Mistralian nobleman died today. His fancy aura did nothing.
"How unfortunate," there was a snapping of the fingers.
"Lionheart."
The timid faunus cowered, "Y-Yes?"
"Your report," the voice stated coldly.
"A-Ah. I-I believe all-"
"Oh look, he believes."
A black kunai was flung at Lionheart's head, and embedded itself with a thud beside his ear, into the wooden wall. Lionheart let out a shuddering gasp.
"I-I have found that all freelancer huntsmen have perished." the headmaster of Mistral Academy hastily amended.
"Hm. Even cowardly lions can be useful after all."
"A-And, Pyrrha Nikos has enrolled teams RWBY and JNPR in Mistral Academy," Lionheart quickly added on.
"Oh! Well, isn't that perfect!" one of the voices chirped.
"Indeed. Apollyon's hands will be full with you on the council."
"Apollyon may be a god in combat, but he is no mastermind. His skill in an unfamiliar environment will be severely lacking. He must juggle managing a kingdom, his own zealots rampant in the streets, and the Mistralian Council. He will be entangled in a trap with no plausible way to escape. Come, Apollyon."
"Come to your Oblivion."
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