TRAILING SHADOWS 6 Realizations Iiii

"Oboy! 2nd Prime Anu has entered Pseudo demiG.o.d." Ralia muttered.

"When last did we see anyone attaining demiG.o.d status?" A bald headed man, standing adjacent to Balogun questioned.

"Don't be dumb. That's Pseudo DemiG.o.d." A white haired woman replied him.

"But, she has wings, Sena. That's the property of Demi G.o.ds." The man replied again.

"Gosh… Don't you know what a pseudo cla.s.s is? Or should I educate you?" Ralia questioned, spreading forth her hands.

"B-but…"

"ENOUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH" Balogun cried, ramming his feet into the ground. As he did, a mini shockwave exploded with the earth cracking on impact..

"Heh… Is that feet stamping meant to scare us now? Kilo shey eleyi?(1)" Balogun turned, his eyes were glittering danger as he cast a disdainful look at the owner of the voice.

Fayose.

Fayose scratched his already rough beard hurriedly. Looking aside, his body begun to glow, exuding an aura that rivaled the intensity of Balogun's aura.

The other females turned to look at him too. Following his leads, the air became tense as powerful auras collided, shooting out random energy and sparks into the air.

"e je ka she eleyi"(2) Balogun moved closer to the other alphas who also responded by closing the distance. Their eyes contained fierce power as their body muscles went taut.

"Ijakadi: Third form" Balogun roared as their fists meant in the center.

His muscles tensed up further, turning grayish as cracked lines appeared all over him. Fayose looked at him in contempt. "Show Off"

Ijakadi (3)was the Alpha Ultimate technique.

Similar to Transcendency, where the power levels, received significant boosts.

While Ina Agbara(4) was an essence dependent technique and could only be used by special level Irunmoles, Ijakadi was more of brute strength. Alphas in Ijakadi had sheer might and were even capable of dealing damage to Agbara dependent technique users. But even at that, it was not readily accessible to all Alphas.

Only high ranked Alphas could truly attain this stage. Ijakadi had three stages, each stage unleashed an inaccessible innate ability. But for Balogun to ascend through all the stages at one go…

Fayose shook his head now. He felt the tingly aura from Balogun steaming into his eyes as he watched. Shrugging, he waved his thoughts aside.

"Ijakadi: First form" His hands balled as bubbles floated around his fists. "Rolling fist" He muttered, biting his lips as his aura intensified.

He flexed his muscles about, ramming his feet into the ground simultaneously. Then suddenly, Fayose jerked forward, propelling himself with vibrating impetus.

On, to the wolf.

Just then, another explosive force rocked through the air. Balogun kicked his legs, boosting his heavily dense body into momentum as he leapt. Energy waves rolled off his body continuously as he tore along. At this, his body trembled at the thunderous impulse he contained inside of him.

The other Primes followed suit.

Sena and Ralia yelled out simultaneously, drawing one foot behind. "Marun-Ina Ina(5):First form"

Their hair twisted and swirled as if they had life. Light encased their hands filling them with soothing but yet powerful aura.

"Second form, Third form, Fourth Form, Fifth Form" They yelled simultaneously, twirling their bodies in strange ritual movements.

The Marun-Igba Ina was similar to Ijakadi. Except that Ijakadi was the masculine version and the fact that Ijakadi had only three forms. In Marun-Igba Ina, an alpha's power level gained ma.s.sive boosts, raising their status to Prime Compatible. And Ijakadi, they had to also ascend through the various forms.

Ralia and Sena were quite skilled to scale through all the ascensions easily. While they did theirs with ease, Ijakadi was more tasking and each level required huge amount of energy to pull through. This energy tasking requirement of Ijakadi was quite negligible when compared to the tremendous damage dealt out. Same for Marun-Igba Ina
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Ralia and Sena's eyes' flashed, an orange beam of light bursting out. Following that, their body suddenly became engulfed in flames of orange fire, giving them very deadly appearances.

WHOOSH

The fire that had enveloped them extinguished spurting out shockwave explosions from their bodies.

The aura of the two Alpha Cla.s.sed Irunmoles skyrocketed now. Seeing this, Sena smirked now,clenching her fists."Alpha's Rage: Raging fire."

Drawing on her essence, Sena and Ralia's eyes beamed out another burst of orange light. Their auras clashed again dangerously, sending forth sparks of fire.

As the spark of fire went out, everywhere suddenly became choking. A fiery orange haze began settling around each Alpha. The haze glittered, oozing out unrivaled might and power, filling nigh and sundry with ferocious sensations.

In their hands, beams of light appear.

The beams began to take in shape and solidity as it increased in lengthen. Stretching out for a meter long and belching clouds of white fume.

Their hands simultaneously went ablaze. The fire trailed up the arms of Ralia and Sena, over to the shoulders and face. The fire stretched onto the scalp, ignite the strands of hair.

Their hairs burnt and crackled, spurting sparks and heat.

Yet it seemed as though the devouring flames were increasing their strength.

"Lets do this. On my Order, Charge." Sena looked to her side, expecting approval as she clenched her fists.

"Heh… Lets do this." Ralia grimaced, She leaned to the right, clenching the beam of burning light , waiting for the word.

The beam of light was actually a more powerful version of the Imole Mo that every Irunmole except Messenger Cla.s.s could access.

BOOM

BOOOM

The Alphas tore out, breaking through at tremendous speed. They forced their bodies on, exerting extreme pressure on the surroundings.

And from a distance, a figure spoke.

"This is my fight. This is MY FIGHT…" The voice thundered, echoing as the soundwaves travelled metres long. But the Alphas did not hear it. Their eyes were filled with killing intent as they blasted with increasing momentum, a semi transparent Halo forming over their heads.

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Debris and dirt shook for awhile before cascading off to the earth.

Revealing a forgotten, blackened and injured irunmole. The irunmole was trying desperately to rise. It was the efforts that had pushed most of the debris buried about him.

He tried again and again but his body would only move 3 inches from the ground.

Willing his body to comply now, he dragged himself to seating position.

And then to crawling position. And slowly, he crawled and crawled, muttering inaudible sounds.

The last thing he remembered was him facing off a wolf that had tried to gobble him up. He had used his basic skill ability for his cla.s.s, Pseudo Elite, The Imole Mo.

But that had proven ineffective.

"I..I..i need to g--get strong…." He stammered, clawing at dirt and dust as he crawled closer to the battle arena.

He noted now that The Elder and 3RD Prime had made no move since. Instead, the wolf had increased in size and had gone all way level high. He smirked dangerously thinking of how just the wolf seemed to call to him.

Crouching to his knees, he wondered how long he had been knocked out as he rubbed the back of his head trying to remember.

Or was it just his head playing games with him? Had Elder and Prime actually acted?

Maybe they had and he had not seen them because he was knocked out.

His face flashed as he recalled what happened earlier, flush of anger filling his entire body.

He remembered that Elder had motioned to stop Maerius from reaching out to him when he wolf spat him out. He knew that he really did not need help.

But at that time, he needed all the help he wanted.

Yet The Elder did nothing. Even stopping Maerius from acting.

So, Elder hated him so much that he was willing to let him get killed?

The irunmole's breathing became jagged. He rammed a fist into an open palm.

"OOOOUCHH!" His whole body resonated In pain as result. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to absorb Agbara into him.

Absorbing of Agbara did two things to an Irunmole. It either increased their power levels or it saved them from Soul Decline. But the absorption could only take place when the irunmole was no longer engaging in battle.

However, a critically damaged Irunmole was incapable of absorbing Agbara to repair his body.

He opened his eyes now, feeling slightly better.

His body had not rejuvenated yet. He didn't have that time for that. That wolf called to his soul. He didn't know why this was but what he knew was that, he just seemed attracted to the wolf.

BOOOOM

BOOOOOOOM

Light flashed about, filing in a circle around the wolf and something that blurred through the sky. The irunmole blinked, unable to ascertain anything.

Just then, a huge shockwave rocked through, meaning to clear him off the ground.

"NOOOOOOO… OKO KILIASI(6)" A feminine voice exploded beside him.

Immediately, her form s.h.i.+vered, exerting fierce energy around as she dug her light spear deep into the ground.

A shockwave shot out from the impact, throwing dust and earth shrapnel into the incoming ma.s.sive shockwave.

The waves collided with each other, the bigger one swallowing the smaller one and

BOOOOM…

The two irunmoles were swept off their feet.

Their bodies were tossed weightlessly about, tumbling and twisting into the scarred remains of trees. After being hurtled about, the shockwave finally subsided, plunging them into a raging whirl pool of dust and earth.

The two irunmoles lay down, unable to move on bit. The male had dropped down on his side, with an arm twisted to the back. The female had even more of a rough landing.

She was flung heads-down into the earth. Her face hit hard against the already hardened earth, leaving burning red imprints on her cheek , nose and lips. Already her lips had caked into crusty layers of dirt. Her braids were mixed in a flurry of dust and sticks had begun to loosen.

For several seconds, the two irunmoles remained in that position. Unable to move, speak or think. Their chests heaving continuously as if a heavy burden was latched on.

The male irunmole, simply blinked severally, trying to clear off the dust that was setttling into the eyes. He snorted.

Immediately, his head jerked forward as he sneezed out. His muscles went taut at that, forcing another wave of pain all over his joints. That sudden movement had shot spasms of ache all over his body.

Minutes pa.s.sed.

Yet they lay there, incapable of motion.

Their breathing had begun to quiet down already.

Far in front of them were the sounds of a raging battle. They heard series of booms, thunders, and even felt the backlash of concussion winds.

Yet they lay still.

The breeze began to settle now. Even at that, there were still particles of dust floating in every direction. Far above them, at the height of 700meters, a big grey creature like bird soared past. The bird let out series of low screeching sounds as It circled the air, looking for a prey.

For a second, the bird hovered, peeking down at the scene below it.

In a split second, it pulled its wings over to its side, and dived down, dipping down in a blur.

Within seconds, the bird like creature slammed its three clawed feet into the ground to gain a footing, raising a cloud of dust in the process.

It had landed in between the Irunmoles . It c.o.c.ked its head as if in thought before making for The Irunmole who had her face turned down to the ground.

It approached, carefully. Swiftly, the bird twisted to its back, casting a look at the other irunmole as if it was expecting a sneak attack.

It snarled, puffing up its mane.

But when it realized that the other irunmole was still, it turned around.

Majestically striding over to the female Irunmole.

Peering curiously, the bird like creature used a claw to push the female over.

The bird drew its face closer to the female turning its head to the side.

CRAW CRAW CRAW…

Just then , the irunmoles eyes fluttered open. She observed the creature that had screeched at her. From her position, she sized it up. It had the head of a falcon and was quite big.

Probably 3 feet tall?

Niniola coughed dryly. Her throat was parched. She desperately needed to drink in something. Raising a trembling hand, she touched the face of the bird.

"J-just…j..just who … who are you?"She stammered.

Quickly, the bird drew its head back as if it was taken by surprise. It turned from side to side and it appeared to be sizing her up. Then it flapped its wings, clearing off the dust clouds around them.

After that, the bird walked majestically over to Sunday and peeked at him cautiously. It turned back, casting a glance at Niniola before shaking its head at him.

That same instant, Sunday stirred. The bird froze in mid motion. It was about to set one foot down but it didn't. It simply stood there, looking more like a statue than an actual creature.

Sunday pulled his hand that was twisted to the back forward.

The bird jerked its head backwards. With a flap of its wings, the bird launched, kicking its foot backwards in one straight line.

Away from the ground.

Sunday coughed now.

He had felt a strange presence around him. It seemed familiar but yet so distant. Willing his body to act, he pulled his arm forward.

After he'd done that, he felt the flush of winds about it.

He had wanted to move and react to whatever was there. Sadly, all he could do was simply what he did.

Groaning, he pulled his mind together and began recounting the whole affair. His eyes shone with realizations as he thought.

First, Elder had refused to act. No matter how he tried to exonerate Elder, he just couldn't

H e told himself that Elder had simply wanted to see how strong how was hence the reason why he had not acted.

But if truly that was the case, why could he sense Elder's aura in glorified stage now? At least, Elder could have just done anything… Just anything to ensure he was still able to continue in his combat.

But No!

Now, Elder was in combat but he had refused to do anything when he was almost gobbled.

Just then, shockwaves resounded from distance. Sparks flew up in the air as powerful damages were dealt out that. The air about him vibrated, sending out a steaming sensation to his skin. The exchanges of damages were incredibly high for him to be feeling the aftermath, at this distance.

Sunday gasped.

Was Elder trying to have him killed? Was that why he had not acted and had prevented any actions?

Was he that bad, that bad that his own father would be willing to watch his death?

He knew that he had wanted to impress everybody when he engaged the beast. But it did get out of his hands and yet Elder did nothing

What type of a father did he have?

The one who arranged the death of his children?

Fine, he was often disobedient. Hanging out with that rascal girl… Niniola, against the wishes of his father.

H e bore no grudges against her and did not see why anyone would refuse their friends.h.i.+p.

If the G.o.ds were offended, they should come to avenge themselves. Besides, his relations.h.i.+p with

Niniola was one that had benefited him in all ways.

Still that was not enough reason.

And Maerius too… Well, he couldn't really blame him. After all, he had seen Maerius been stopped by Prime earlier.

But, No.

He had heard escapades of Maerius over riding the elder's order and acting out. Didn't he do so in the time of Trixius the great? When Elder was severely limiting the movement of the Irunmoles in a bid to listen to Trixius conditions.

Maerius had thundered that day. Calling to every Irunmole that light had nothing to do with darkness. That Trixius, the grandmaster cla.s.sed demon had no right giving the irunmoles terms and conditionms.

To everyone's surprise, Maerius bursted out of Elder Transcendency aura field that exerted limiting force on them. He tore out, and in one dash, rammed into Trixius.

Ramming the demon's essence into nothingness.

He had heard of it. In fact, the whole Ilu Orisha had known.

So, just why, just why did he remain still? Why didn't he come to save him?

Was he that undesired?

At this, a tear streaked down his face. Just then, he moved his trembling hands to his face, cleaning off the tear.

He was not going to wallow in misery. That was an abomination to him.

They wanted him dead. A problem that they wanted a beast to resolve?

Sunday bit his lips now.

A problem that they were willing to bet upon a beast to resolve. His father wanted him to die.

Even Maerius.

But here he was alive.

Thinking about that, Sunday forced himself to rise. But fell back heavily.

'Wait… why was he still alive? He remembered that he had been spat out violently and had bashed into several objects? Trees?

It must have been rocks. That was all he remembered before pa.s.sing out.

It surprised him that he was still here, alive. Perhaps there was something more in store for him than what he thought.

Perhaps, his life held out more meaning.

More promise that his father was too blind to see.

He shook his head slowly, grimacing with effort. Each movement he made felt lik his head was being pounded by several fists.

Like he was a piece of yam in a mortar crumbling under the awe power of the mighty pestle.

Sunday's form trembled as essence began to gather around him. Absorption of essence to heal the body was a natural response.

After a while had pa.s.sed, he finally was able to push himself up from the ground.

Into a seating position. Seating now, he crossed his legs and exhaled, trying to absorb more essence in.

Despite the fact that agbara absorption was a natural process triggered by extreme damage, it still had to be guided into the body by the irunmole will.

And for a severely injured irunmole as he, it would take a lot of effort.

Sunday closed his eyes now to focus when a feminine voice cut in.

"Sunday, you're up. I-I thought I lost you."

He frowned upon recognizing the owner of the voice. "Oooh…Oooh… what are you doing here? Leave me alone" He grumbled without turning to see the person.

Niniola rolled her eyes.

"Typical. But I'm sorry. I can't leave you alone because I care about you." She responded, coolly. She was a meter apart from Sunday and had crouched to one knee.

Observing.

Light had begun to outline Sunday body. He was absorbing agbara but Niniola was not so optimistic. His body had taken too much damage. It was merely luck that he was able to survive even to now.

Luck. Luck was something Sunday had always been blessed with. His life facing dark turns had often and always had the Orisha of luck, Eshu smiling at him.

Descending from a line of great and powerful primes. He was even a descendant of the last demiG.o.d that had ruled before been taken out by Trixius the great.

He came from a family where power and gift came to them easily.

What's more? He was a Prime's son.

Handsome, charming, strong, stubborn and charming. Niniola blushed now.

Truth is He was born Lucky. Unlike her.

'I bless the G.o.ds that I arrived here in time. Only the G.o.ds know what would have happened if that shockwave had rammed directly into him.'

"This, this is my fight. Niniola, stay out of this. Its something I need to settle with father." Sunday looked her way, his voice jarring her out of her thoughts.

"Uh… what did you say?" Niniola extended her hand into the air. Despite the fact that she was knocked clean, her essence had already rejuvenated greatly, although not to full extent.

"It would have been better for me to be dead. Than for me to realize this." He muttered, squeezing in face in rage.

"Stop talking nonsense! n.o.body wants you dead" Niniola cut in sharply with furrowed eyebrows.

Struggling to her feet, she covered up the one meter gap between herself and Sunday, painstakingly.

"Father… Father WANTS ME DEAD. " Sunday fumed, punching into the ground.

As he did, he felt a drain on his soul.

The exhaustion forcing him to heave uncontrollably. He scrambled to his feet.

In his scrambling, he missed a step and began falling back onto the ground. Only for him to stop in motion. Niniola had caught him in an embrace.

She looked at him, emotions sparking in her eyes.

"You are not well, Sunday. Let's go from here. It's risky staying here. You know the backlash from t-th.."

"You don't get it, do you? That place where the shockwaves are erupting. That's where I need to be. Father will have a piec…" Sunday laughed into her face.

"I said… YOU ARE NOT WELL" She screamed, her aura exploding all at once.

Sunday paused, looking at her face outlines. He trailed her face with his eyes.

Starting from her forward down to her eyes. He watched closely, drawing his face near. Already Niniola frowning face had begun to soften.

From her eyes, he trailed down to her nose. Observing the solid yet soft fleshy nose that sat there.

Down to her lips.

"S-Sunday…" Niniola stammered. It was all too apparent that she was losing it. She too drew closer to him.

BAAAMMM!

Sunday hands blurred.

Niniola chest was. .h.i.t. The Impact sent her staggering backwards, uncontrollably.

She gasped, surprised at what just happened. Drawing one leg backward, she heaved holding her chest. In front of her was Sunday. They were still close but not as close as they were.

Sunday was smiling. A smile that seemed to reproach her..

And in the corner of his eyes, she saw something else. Something, trying desperately, to commandeer his life.

Something that had made him lunge at her and yet smile back.

This smile, it wasn't normal. Her senses heightened immediately as stared Sunday in the eyes. Her body was automatically kicking into battle mode.

She knew this feeling.

The feeling that always accompanied her whenever she set foot in Orun Apaadi. It was what had always prepared her against demons and beasts.

But why, why was she having this feeling here, beside Sunday?

"This… This won't make me leave you. You are not well, Sunday. Believe me, I sense shadows around you, Sunday. Please, let's get help…"

"Gbe eni sun!(7) Everybody wants to tell me what to do, how to do and why to do! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF IT!" Sunday thundered, flinging his hands open.

"There is just one thing I want you to know, Niniola. Don't you dare interfere. This shadows that you sense. Father put them into me. FATHERRRR… " He thundered.

"And showing myself there. In their midst. I would be shaming every one of them that wanted me dead. And I… I, SUNDAY, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE" He gritted his teeth, raising clenched fists into the air.

Niniola gaped, dumbfounded.

Sunday was strange.

Although, she knew why.

Shadows had begun to creep in on him. But she really did not expect this outburst. This wasn't the Sunday she knew.

This wasn't the Sunday that she had always been protecting.

This wasn't he Sunday that.. that she felt some…

"Sunday, what if you are wrong? What If you are only having a misconception of the whole thing. First Prime, The Elder loves you and everyone knows that. So, why, just why would he want have you killed? It's not like the p.r.i.c.kled Bane Winged Wolf attacked you, did it> It attacked Him and hes out there facing it off.

While you are here, blabbing that you were knocked away from the battle. You should be grateful that you have your life.

You don't even know what it feels like to be banished.

To be an exile.

You don't know that! You don't know what it means to be ignored for years. Treated as a piece of cow dung .

You don't know that! And yet, you are here grumbling as the spoilt lucky child you are. Simply because you were dislocated from the battle.

You think you are strong, you fool? Even the primes are still there battling one… ONE BEAST. JUST ONE BEAST..!

You know, I hate the fact that I care about you. I hate the fact that I stopped that day to save you. I hate it … I HATE IT.

But as Irunmoles hatred has no stay in our hearts.

But now, you think you have grown.. now…" Niniola blurted before breaking down into tears. She covered her face, masking the torrent of tears from view

Sunday just stood there unmoving.

He wanted to move over. To tell her that he was only been a spoilt stubborn child.

But his body wouldn't budge.

He knew so much now. He had realized something that he was not wanted here and he just knew that she was never going to understand him.

That's why he wanted her not to interfere.

"You know, that Rare Cla.s.sed Wolf out there. It… It attacked me first. And Father did nothing. He did NOTHING!" Sunday punched into his open palm.

At this, Niniola sobbing ceased. Slowly, she drew her hands away from her face, revealing widened eyes.

"He did nothing? Are you sure?"

"Believe me! Even Maerius…"

"AH" She gasped.

"And its funny. But I feel a strange connection to that beast out there. I don't know why but I feel like its calling to me. That's why I am going there.

I want to understand why it… why i… why feel this connection with it. And why Father left me to die." Sunday grimaced once more, clenching his fists tightly.

He knew that using aggression on The Elder was worthless. He wasn't even as strong as an elite. But yet, he wanted to know. He wanted to know why Father hated him so much.

"Don't be stupid, Sunday. Clenching your fists when talking about The Elder. Don't you get it? You can end up worse than being banished. And… Sunday, I can't imagine anything happening to you. Please, lets just leave from here." Niniola pleaded, reaching to grab his hand as tears began to flow down her face.

"No! My fists would taste his life essence" Sunday replied, dodging her hands.

"Sunday!!!" Niniola stalled, she could identify the bloodl.u.s.t in his eyes now. " That is sacrilege!"

"Sacrilege begun when he left me to die. He committed sacrilege. That moment, he refused to move, that moment, he lost me as his son."

"Ah, Sunday, she gasped, holding her hands to her cheek, you will be breaking the laws that govern our existence in Irunmole. You will be offending the whole Orun Emi Ogun if you harbor that thought. Sunday, please, just stop, okay" She trembled visibly, sweat and tears competing for attention.

"The laws that govern our existence" He laughed gesticulating. " It had been against me since the moment I started existing. It had hated me before I ever became conscious. I-i am not a happy man, Nini, and if this is the only way I can truly attain that happiness, then please, don't interfere. Don't interfere, if you truly care about me, please"

At that, Sunday began walking away.

She didn't stop him. Standing there, hands on her cheeks, tears streaming, as she stard in nothingness.

"Sunday , No… i… I don't want to lose you. Please, don't be stupid, please. Let me take the blame. Let me bear the cross for you. Let me do this instead. Please."

He heard her.

And stopped.

He had walked three meters away already when he heard her pleading.

Shaking his head, he steeled his face and gazed outward.

"No… This is my fight. This is something I must do on my own. If you truly care about me, you'll let me be." He said and started off.

Walking on and on. Each step, a tremendous effort for him.

As he did, the air began to sizzle with electrified sensations. He felt the burning heat in the sun increasing. And in the distance, he saw the silhouette of a 15ft beast howling loudly in a hazy cloud of orange and fire.

Behind was a female Irunmole, crying. She still stood where he left her. But she was the latest of his worries.

He had realized something.

And that was that he was not wanted in Orun Emi Ogun. Even his own father had disowned him.

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(T/N)

(1)What is doing this one? (2 ) Let's do this one (3) Fist of destruction (4)Power of light (5) Five Fire Cycles (6)Light spear clearance (7)Keep your mouth shut.

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(A/N) Guys, I will be in school next week. And I won'tbe updating regularly. Or I could…

But the word count would be less than 4000+? Do you want that?

Shorter chapters, regular two two days updates or 4000+ and a weekly update?

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Finally, Sunday realizes what would change his life forever. And that marks the ned of REALIZATIONS.

Its the most tasking part of this I have ever written and I'm glad I did. It helped to write better than before.

Annnnd.. thank you for reading.

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