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"That's right, cuck, I am Kanzou-sama's woman. There isn't a part of my body that he hasn't already claimed! Being his woman, why do you think I'll ever agree to marry a wretch like you?"
Fugaku's body trembled violently as the words pridefully spoken by Misaki echoed in his mind.
His first reaction upon being made aware of this reality was to deny it outright. "You… you are lying, aren't you?"
He didn't want to believe that Fūma Misaki was already Kanzou's woman. After all, even if Misaki wasn't as beautiful as Mikoto in his eyes and wasn't a pure-blooded Uchiha, only having some distant ties to the clan, she was still the woman he had intended to marry, at least for a short while, to secure his position as the Uchiha Patriarch.
How could the woman he had intended to marry, even if only for the sake of alliance, already be Kanzou's? There was no way… it couldn't happen. It couldn't happen again!
"You are just saying this to fool me, aren't you?" he asked desperately, his face twisted with denial as he searched for any sign that she was lying and trying to fool him.
He would much rather believe that she is trying to fool him than accept the feeling of being cucked again.
His future with Mikoto had gone to shit because she became Kanzou's woman… Fugaku didn't want a repeat of that with Misaki.
Even if only temporarily, she had to be his wife… 'No… well, now that I look closely, she isn't bad looking at all… It's just her personality and aura are different from Mikoto… so… she can remain my wife…' he thought, wanting to cling to that fragile hope.
But Misaki shattered his delusion with a mocking giggle. "Nyufufu, lying? What would I get from lying to you?" She held her cheek, a faint blush coloring it as she added with a dreamy expression. "It's already been quite a while since Kanzou-sama claimed my purity and made me his woman… That was the best day of my life; I recall every little detail of it. And since then, I always look forward to the day he'd visit Sora-ku again so that I can serve him again with this very body of mine… and I must say... He's very vigorous, you know, and his manhood is also very big. He'd always roughly pin me against the wall, and then—"
"Misaki!!" Chaki chided, not wanting to hear of her daughter's sex life.
"S-sorry... I got too lost fantasizing," Misaki apologized sheepishly, her blush deepening as she felt a little embarrassed by how carried away she had gotten. "Ahem," Clearing her throat, she quickly composed herself and turned her gaze back to Fugaku, adding boastfully, "In any case, the fact that I am Kanzou-sama's woman is something that is already set in stone... so you can stop being delusional."
Hearing Misaki reaffirm the reality with such open pride instead of denying it, even blushing as she mentioned some explicit details as to how Kanzou ravished her each time, leaving her legs too weak to stand, made Fugaku's face twist in a mixture of humiliation and frenzy.
Her words weren't just words. They were a series of vicious slaps to his face, each one more painful than the last, turning his complexion an ugly shade of green rather than red.
Without even wanting to, vivid flashes appeared in his mind, images of Misaki pinned to the wall and writhing beneath Kanzou, moaning shamelessly as she was claimed again and again.
'W-what am I thinking...?' he quickly shook his head, not wanting to imagine those disgusting images that made him feel green. Yet, he couldn't throw them off his head immediately, and they made his blood churn violently in his chest, his heart pounding with fury and bitter jealousy.
"You… you bitch…!!!" His voice cracked, his eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging around them.
"I'd prefer it if you don't call me that... Kanzou-sama is more of a cat person, you know..." Misaki demanded indignantly.
Rather than being called a bitch, she'd much rather be called a pussy.
Compared to woof woof, nya~ is definitely cuter and more seductive, right?
'Come to think of it, I still haven't used that special cat lingerie I had tailored... Hmm... Kanzou-sama is surely going to visit Sora-ku today because of this cuck, got it... I must ask for a reward from him then... and for that, I will wear that outfit... he will surely like it, right?' she thought, feeling ashamed as she recalled how scandalous that outfit is, but... umm... to grab her Kanzou-sama's attention, it would be worth wearing it.
Anyway, only Kanzou would be seeing her in that outfit, so it was fine, right? For the pleasure of her master, she can do anything... even the most shameful and deplorable acts.
'Of course, only for Kanzou-sama...' he thought again.
While Misaki was busy fantasizing about how Kanzou would react to her scandalous outfit, Fugaku was seething.
Her indignant demand had made him fume further. It would have been fine if she hadn't wanted to be called a bitch. After all, who would want to be called a bitch? Fugaku didn't think anyone would... If Misaki's demand was just that, it would have been normal. But no, she didn't want to be called bitch for normal reasons like every other woman; she didn't want to be called bitch because Kanzou is a cat person!
What the hell? Isn't that just telling him that she'd become what Kanzou likes?
How is Fugaku supposed to take that?
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with barely contained fury… but then, with visible effort, he forced himself to release his fists and asked her one final time.
"Fine then… You are that bastard's woman, aren't you? And the Fūma Clan has also surrendered to him… is that right?"
His tone seemed to imply that he was going to decide upon receiving his response.
Misaki noticed his tone and raised an eyebrow. But she didn't care too much and answered casually, "Obviously that's the case… didn't you hear me the first time?"
"Naa… Misaki, he already looks as though he is about to vomit blood. Stop riling him up more..." Chiaki said somewhat worriedly, glancing at Fugaku's increasingly distorted, green-tinged face. It was the face of a man who was about to lash out!
Misaki pointed her chakra-covered finger at Fugaku in open disgust, as if pointing at something highly repulsive, and smirked mockingly. "What does it matter, Okaa-san? Isn't he just a cuck loser? What need is there to be worried about him getting riled up?"
She wasn't afraid of Fugaku at all. Of course, it was definitely not because of her own personal strength… She knew that compared to Fugaku, her strength wasn't enough. But she still didn't care simply because she didn't find a pathetic man like Fugaku worth being afraid of.
In Kanzou's words, Fugaku had no aura or intimidation; he is just a pushover. Even if his entire family is killed or the entire clan is killed, he'd just kneel down and present his head on the chopping block, regardless of his own personal strength.
She doesn't know whether Fugaku is really that type of man, but since Kanzou says so, then that must be the case.
And to be honest, the proof is already in front of her.
Kanzou cucked Fugaku, stealing his fiancée, making her his... but what did Fugaku do in response?
Jackshit!
Let alone doing anything, he even helped Kanzou and Mikoto hide their secret affair by killing his own subordinates in fear that the information would leak out.
Such a man, whose first reaction is to kill his own subordinate who brought him the news of his future wife's cuckoldry. What need is there to be afraid of such a pushover?
Reminded of Kanzou's words, she giggled softly and looked straight into Fugaku's eyes with her large, hypnotic, gleaming orange pupils and added in a strangely melodic, hypnotic voice, "Nyufufu~ He couldn't do anything with Mikoto-sama becoming Kanzou-sama's; what can he do now? After all, compared to Kanzou-sama, he really isn't anything special..."
Fugaku's eyes flickered dangerously as his expression darkened into something truly ugly. "What can I even do, you ask?" he murmured.
"That's right, what can you—" Misaki didn't get to finish her taunt as Fugaku suddenly lunged at her at an explosive speed while roaring, "I can kill you, you bitch!"
"Kyaaa...!!" Misaki screamed as the Uchiha closed in on her. She tried to dodge, but wasn't fast enough as he took hold of her by the neck.
"Can't escape now..." he said, grinning coldly, and gripping her neck tightly, he forcefully slammed her head down into the concrete.
Thud!
Crack!
A muffled voice echoed, followed by the sound of something cracking. Whether it was the concrete or the skull, he didn't pay attention to. Having pinned her down, he straddled her, sitting heavily on her waist.
"Let... let go of me..." Misaki said, thrashing. She reached for his hand, gripping her neck, but she didn't seem to have enough power and could only struggle in futility.
He bore his hate-filled eyes into her struggling, panicked ones before raising his hand.
Having been repeatedly mocked, humiliated, and made to feel cucked once again, he could no longer control his fury.
Misaki's eyes flickered at that clenched fist. Under her watchful eyes, Fugaku brought it down on her, punching her squarely in the face with savage force.
Thud!
One good punch in the face of this hateful person who mocked him and looked down on... it felt good. It felt relieving.
But one punch was obviously not going to satisfy his rage. He needed more of this satisfaction, this relief, and he was going to get it out of her.
"You say you are that bastard Kanzou's woman, right? Then die, bitch!" he shouted, deliberately calling her a bitch again as he brought down more punches to her without stopping.
Thud! Thud!
Each brutal punch landed with sickening force; after a few hits, her nose broke with a sharp crack as blood flowed out, her lips tore open, leaking more blood, and her face became bruised, swollen, and went purple rapidly. Then her teeth flew out from the impacts, and as more punches continued to land, her skull seemed to crack under his unrelenting fury.
"Die... die... die... How dare you laugh at me...? I am going to permanently wipe that smirk off your face...!!!"
He wanted to ruin this woman's smug, mocking smirk completely before he killed her, and he did exactly that.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each heavy blow echoed loudly as he kept hitting her until Misaki's once-beautiful face was completely mangled and bruised, blood spurting from her nose and mouth with every impact. Yet Fugaku didn't stop at all. He kept punching, taking out every bit of his accumulated anger, humiliation, and jealousy on her face.
It was only after he had punched for so long that his breathing became heavy and labored that Fugaku finally stopped.
He panted harshly, "Haaah... haaah..." before looking down at the woman beneath him.
'She won't be smiling smugly at anyone anymore,' he thought, wanting to savor the sight of the hateful woman's ruined face, which he had personally destroyed.
It's just that when he looked down at her, his eyes widened in disbelief. "W-what?"
Looking down, he saw Misaki lying there with that same smug, mocking smile on her face, completely unharmed. Let alone having her face completely ruined, she didn't even have a single bruise there, and she even taunted him, "Punching a lady in the face, that too a woman whom you wanted to marry, is this your thing? Unfortunately, I am not in the fetish of being punched in the face. It's Domestic Violence, you know! Sure enough, a man like you is really not worthy enough to be anyone's husband. No wonder Mikoto-sama ditched you for Kanzou-sama. You really deserve to be cucked by him."
"You...!!!" Fugaku was stunned for a brief moment, but it didn't take him long to understand what was happening. "Genjutsu?"
Nothing else would explain the situation!
So all that satisfaction he thought he had gained by punching Misaki repeatedly in the face, making it black, blue, and bloody, ruining it completely, was… just an illusion? It made him seethe with anger and deep dissatisfaction. At the same time, he couldn't understand one crucial thing. "Damn it, when did I get hit by Genjutsu?"
He, who possessed the Sharingan and prides himself on his Genjutsu skills, didn't expect to fall into a Genjutsu at all!
What's worse, he hadn't even realized it!!!
"Why don't you try to guess?" Misaki giggled playfully.
"Tch... doesn't matter. It's just delaying the inevitable," Fugaku clicked his tongue in irritation. He forcefully disrupted his chakra flow, instantly breaking from the Genjutsu, returning to reality.
"Bummer, you broke free of it," Misaki mumbled, pouting cutely that Fugaku had managed to escape her illusion so quickly.
But it wasn't all that surprising. After all, her Genjutsu skills weren't particularly strong. The only reason she had even managed to subject him without him realizing immediately was that the man had been too lost in rage and dropped his guard. If he had kept a cool head, he would have realized sooner and would have reflected her Genjutsu right back at her.
It didn't matter now… Fugaku was free, and since he was free...
"Get ready to die..." he growled as his Sharingan spun wildly in his eyes.
'Hasn't he realized his situation yet?' she thought, her eyes catching the faint movement behind Fugaku that the Uchiha hadn't noticed yet. Those movements had started the instant Fugaku was subjected to Genjutsu, but he hadn't noticed it yet.
'Nyufufu, since that's the case,' she thought and, smirking, asked him, "You think you can kill me?"
"You think I can't?" he shot back, his anger boiling over at being underestimated and looked down upon yet again. He unleashed his chakra in full force, the oppressive aura exploding outward like a storm. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered under the sheer pressure as it bore down heavily on Misaki.
Feeling that overwhelming chakra, Misaki's eyes flickered cautiously, and her expression changed drastically. "This... this pressure..."
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she realized the true gap between her strength and Fugaku's. It was too much. The pressure of Fugaku's Chakra alone was several times greater than hers.
If not for one reason or another, interrupting him, intercepting him, and distracting him, he could have killed her several times already without her being able to do anything about it, even with her Cat Cloak Jutsu active.
"Still think I can't kill you with my strength?" Fugaku asked menacingly, satisfied with the change in her expression.
"H-hey... c-calm down..." she stammered, trying to ease the situation. Fear seemed to finally creep into her voice, and she stepped back with wide, fearful eyes, her playful demeanor cracking.
"Calm down?" He asked, coldly. He wasn't going to calm down. Not until he killed her and chopped her corpse into a hundred pieces. And he had no plans to make Misaki's death quick or easy. He was going to saw her alive to savor every bit of satisfaction by torturing her slowly, breaking her body and spirit piece by piece.
"Pl... Please forgive me..." she begged pitifully, realizing that she had messed with the wrong person. Even if Kanzou was stronger than Fugaku, he wasn't here at the moment to save her. Her voice trembled as she continued backing away. "I... I was just foolish and didn't know any better... Just... just...!!"
"Humph, it's too late for that..." he snorted. He had had enough of her, and now he had nothing but murderous intent towards her. He wanted to repeat exactly what he had done to her in the Genjutsu and make it real this time.
'I am really going to ruin her face forever...' he thought viciously, already imagining the mangled, bloody corpse he would leave behind for Kanzou to discover. The thought sent a twisted thrill through him, making him look forward to the moment.
'This would be the beginning of my revenge against you... You bastard!' he growled inwardly, envisioning the despair Kanzou would feel upon losing one of his women.
That was what he wanted. With that dark purpose burning in his mind, he lunged at Misaki… opening his palm to clasp her by the neck and slam her into the ground just like he had done so in the Genjutsu.
"No... please... don't...! No... Fugaku-sama... h-have mercy on me, I am a woman... please..." Misaki cried out again, appearing genuinely scared as tears welled up in her eyes.
This desperate, submissive plea from Misaki satisfied Fugaku. Yet he had no intention of showing her any mercy at all.
The only thing she'd get from him was punches in the face and her body being sawed.
It's just that before he could actually give those punches and saw her… something unexpected happened.
Misaki, who appeared fearful and had a teary expression, suddenly reverted to a mischievous snicker. "Just kidding~"
The jarring change in her demeanor was so sudden and so unexpected that Fugaku let out a stupid sound, "Huh?"
"Nyufufufu, I am good with acting, aren't I? I fooled you into thinking that I was really afraid and crying..." she laughed.
"Fooled?" he murmured. But before he could process it, the world around him spun violently.
A heavy, muffled impact echoed as his body was slammed hard into the ground.
Thud!
It wasn't Misaki who had been slammed down as he had intended.
It was himself!!
"Gahh!"
Indeed, the one who was slammed to the floor, grunting as he lay there, dazed and disoriented, was none other than Fugaku!. Before his hand could even reach Misaki, he had been slammed down with overwhelming force.
"What's going on?" he roared, trying to push himself up, only to realize he couldn't move at all. Let alone get up, he couldn't even shift his arms or legs. It wasn't because they were injured, weak, or drained of chakra.
It was because they were… restrained!!
Thick, dark threads and tendrils, as hard as steel cables, had coiled tightly around his entire body without him realizing, binding his limbs, torso, and neck with merciless strength.
"This is..." he murmured in shock, recognizing the same type of restraints that had been used on his Shadow Clone earlier. And now his real body was trapped as well?
When did these coil around his body? Could it be when he was under the Genjutsu? Or was it when Misaki was acting pitiful? Was she just trying to distract him?
'Damn it, I got too full of myself and got distracted...!' he thought, angry at himself. Something like this wouldn't have happened normally, but he was so angry at this hateful woman that he ended up looking over everything else, thinking that the situation was completely under his control.
It turns out that that wasn't the case!
The situation wasn't under his control at all!
More importantly, how was this even possible?
Hadn't he already killed—
"Hey… new Otou-san, you finally acted... I was actually beginning to wonder how long you were going to keep pretending to be dead..." Misaki spoke, turning her gaze toward Kakuzu, who slowly rose from the ground where he had fallen, brushing dust off his clothes as if nothing had happened.
Indeed, the one who had restrained Fugaku's body and slammed him into the ground was none other than Kakuzu, the man who should have been killed already.
"You… you… How are you alive?" Fugaku's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice filled with utter shock.
He had seen many shocking things today, but the man getting up, casually, really left him in total disbelief.
How was this even possible? How was he alive when Fugaku had personally driven the blade, wrapped in crackling Lightning Chakra, right through the man's heart, puncturing it? There was no way he should have been alive after that. No one should be alive after having their heart punctured like that, unless they were a clone.
But it was no clone that he had stabbed. It had been the real body that didn't vanish at all despite being 'killed'… Clearly, he was the real body, so he shouldn't be alive at the moment!
Even Senju Hashirama, who was said to have incredible regeneration and self-healing abilities, shouldn't have remained alive after having his heart destroyed like that… and yet this man got up as if nothing had happened, despite having his heart punctured.
How was that happening?
'Is it another Genjutsu?' he thought of the possibility and tried to break free of it by disrupting the Chakra.
But... the world before him didn't fade. It continued as is, telling him that this was not a Genjutsu; it was reality.
The man wasn't a Genjutsu; he was real, and he was indeed alive. Alive, despite having his heart punctured.
Kakuzu cracked his neck casually, his eerie green-pupiled eyes locking onto Fugaku, and said deliberately. "I guess I just got lucky..."
"Lucky? No… No... how could getting lucky have anything to do with..." Fugaku didn't know what to say and could only stare at the man standing behind.
He didn't understand how the man was still standing.
'Did I really end up missing his heart?' he thought, frowning deeply as he tried to recall the exact moment he had thrust the blade through the man's back. The steel had definitely pierced through, puncturing the heart; he was sure of it. So how…?
Kakuzu indifferently looked down at the bound Fugaku, his expression cold and unimpressed. The real reason he was still alive was naturally because of his Earth Grudge Fear Jutsu. The forbidden technique that granted him pseudo-immortality by housing multiple hearts within his body.
Even if one of the man's hearts in his body is destroyed, it doesn't matter. As long as even one heart remained intact, he could remain alive and replenish the lost hearts.
But Fugaku didn't need to know this. Intelligence was very important in shinobi warfare, and Kakuzu had no intention of sharing the secrets of his jutsu with this man. So he simply pretended it had been good luck.
Anyway, Fugaku, in his current restrained state, had no way to verify whether that was true.
Ignoring the restrained man, Kakuzu turned to Misaki and asked, "Finally caught him. What to do with him now?" He added with a shrug, "I suggest killing him immediately..."
He was wondering if there was a bounty on Fugaku's head. 'He is the former heir; there should be some bounty, right?' he thought.
Fugaku's expression changed drastically, panic flashing in his eyes. "No... don't...!"
'I... I can't die here!'
He still hasn't reclaimed his rightful position as the Patriarch of the Uchiha Clan.
He still hasn't avenged the death of his father.
He still hasn't exacted his vengeance on Kanzou and Mikoto!
With these things pending, how could he die here?
'I... I have to think of some way not to die here...' he thought, immediately racking his brain.
Suddenly, he recalled something the man had spoken at the start of the fight: 'I am just a guy who loves money and is going to beat the shit out of you for money...'
'That's right, money... he is doing this, fighting for Fūma Clan for the sake of money... since that's the case,' he thought and spoke to the man, "Hey... you... You are working for money, aren't you...? If it's money, I can give you as well, and I can give you more than them.
"Oh?" Kakuzu raised an eyebrow at the tempting offer Fugaku suddenly presented, his interest clearly piqued. "... are you going to pay me? How much are we talking?"
Fugaku's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Whatever they are giving you, I'll give you more; I'll double it. 15 million? 25 million? 50 million? Just tell me..."
"Those are some big numbers..." Kakuzu said, sounding intrigued as he asked, "Do you, an exiled Uchiha heir, have that kind of money on you?"
Although the number wasn't as high as the 500 million ryō bounty on Uchiha Kanzou's head, 50 million ryō was still a large enough sum to tempt him.
"I... I have it," Fugaku nodded immediately. He himself didn't have that kind of money, but all he had to do was ask Hiruzen. The Hokage would surely not hesitate to pay up 50 million ryō if that could reduce Kanzou's power.
With that in mind, he added, "Yeah... you don't have to worry about that... I will pay... mfff... mfff..."
Before he could finish speaking, Misaki, who still had her feet covered in chakra, slammed her foot into his face, interrupting his words.
"Silence!" she said coldly, pressing her chakra-clad foot harder against his mouth to shut him up completely. She then looked at Kakuzu with a sharp gaze. "New Otou-san... are you going to betray us?"
Even Chiaki asked, pouting a little as she held Yoru closer to her chest. "Darling... don't tell me you are going to switch boats now..."
Chiaki appeared pitiful and sad, but her eyes held a dangerous glint as she stared at Kakuzu, waiting for his answer.
Feeling the cold, vigilant gazes of the two women, who also knew the secret of his Earth Grudge Fear Technique, Kakuzu knew better than to push his luck. He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Don't look at me like that. Although I love money, I also have some honor..."
The real reason, of course, was fear of Kanzou. The trauma left on him by Kanzou's Genjutsu was something that would definitely keep him from daring to do anything that might invite that wrath again… but Misaki and Chiaki didn't need to know that.
"Oh… Is it just that? That's good, honorable darling is the best~" Chiaki nodded with a smile, though her eyes remained a little cold and vigilant as she held Yoru closer.
Misaki also didn't let down her guard. She crossed her arms and said firmly, "As for what to do with him… that's up to Kanzou-sama to decide." She added with a smirk, "He should already be on his way… it'll take a while. Let's wait until then..."
"Up to you..." Kakuzu said with another shrug, clearly not caring what happened to Fugaku.
With that, Misaki smirked coldly down at the bound and helpless Fugaku. "Sleep for a little while… when Kanzou-sama comes here, he'll decide what to do with you… You pathetic excuse of a man..."
"This isn't the end of it... just you wait... I will..." Fugaku tried to say, but Misaki once again interrupted him by kicking him hard in the face.
Recalling how this pathetic man had wanted to ruin her beautiful face earlier. 'I can't let that slide… if my face had gotten ruined, won't Kanzou-sama find me ugly?'
That thought alone made her blood boil. She decided to get some quick revenge and kicked him again and again, each strike landing with force against Fugaku's face until the ugly man's face became uglier, bloody, and he lost consciousness.
But Misaki still didn't show any sign of stopping, and kept kicking him.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Misaki… he has already lost consciousness. If you continue to kick him anymore… he might die, you know..." Chiaki reminded her.
"Haah… haaah… I lost my cool there..." Misaki panted, finally stopping as she wiped sweat from her brow.
On the other hand, Kakuzu looked at the pitiful man and shook his head. 'This is why it's best not to get involved with anything other than money...'
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Police Station, Konohagakure
"Oh? So, Fugaku finally appeared at Sora-ku?" Kanzou raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering across his face, though it wasn't genuine shock. He had known it was only a matter of time before Fugaku made his move on the Fūma Clan.
"He doesn't seem to have had a good time, and has been captured..." Hazuki reported, standing respectfully before his desk.
Kanzou snickered, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "Of course he didn't… that's exactly why I had Kakuzu there..."
With Kakuzu there, if Fugaku, who doesn't even have a Mangekyō Sharigan, didn't suffer, then that would have been disappointing, you know.
Fortunately, Kakuzu didn't disappoint him. The fact that Fugaku had suffered made him genuinely happy.
He leaned back in his chair for a moment before getting up and stretching, lazily walking towards the door.
"Are you going to Sora-ku?" Hazuki asked from behind.
"Yeah, I'll go take a look at his miserable state..." he nodded and added, "Take care of things here in my absence..."
Hazuki pouted, understanding that once again, he had no intention of taking her along. Still, she nodded, "I will..." then she thought of Misaki who'd be at Sora-ku and couldn't help but ask with some envy, "Will you be back tonight...?"
"Hmm? Yeah... most likely," he nodded. Compared to Natsuhi, whom he hadn't seen for several months, he saw Misaki quite often, so he had no intention of spending the night at Sora-ku. Having said that, he left the Police Station and soon sneaked out of Konoha without alerting anyone, making his way to Sora-ku.
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