Collapsed on her knees in the dry sand, Silk clutched her right flank with a left hand that would barely obey her commands.
She had dodged on instinct, but not fast enough. While she hadn't been skewered through, and the wound was smaller than the hole in her shoulder, the flesh had undoubtedly been gouged away. The injury was severe enough to force her to her knees.
Miss Doublefinger stood before her, smiling.
To be honest, the assassin had yet to see anything in this girl that warranted a reassessment of the situation.
"If you don't give up, it will only get harder for you."
"Ugh... Guh... Haa, haa...!"
"You still intend to fight?"
"I haven't... lost yet...!"
"Stubborn. I'll grant you credit for your nerves, at least."
Left shoulder and right flank. Two wind tunnels in her body. Blood poured freely from both.
The overwhelming fatigue made Silk want to bury her face in the sand, but with the enemy standing right there, she couldn't. She desperately lifted her head, though her breathing remained ragged.
Fighting back agonizing pain, covered in cold sweat, her complexion was visibly greying.
Yet, seeing the girl in such a wretched state did nothing to change Miss Doublefinger's demeanor.
"It hurts, doesn't it? You don't have to try so hard anymore. I'll make it easy for you."
"Haa, haa... I will... never lose...!"
"No need for bravado. You did well just by not running away."
Miss Doublefinger transformed her right arm into a sharp spike. The activation of her ability took only an instant.
"Your ability is certainly special. A wind-generating Paramecia isn't something you see every day. But that is precisely why the visualization is so difficult. Understanding your own power is no simple task."
"That's... not..."
"In that regard, I have the Toge Toge no Mi. The image is simple, and the lethality is exceptional. While my attacks are limited to thrusting by shape, the concentrated destructive power is perfectly suited for assassination. Once I get close, finishing the target is easy. As I've just proven with your body."
The moment the assassin took a quiet step forward, Silk struggled to stand, scrambling backward.
Miss Doublefinger didn't bother to tell her it was futile.
"Even if I explain my powers to you, there are no factors here that lead to your victory."
"That's not true... You don't know until you try!"
"Then tell me. Can you use your ability without concentrating?"
Asked point-blank, Silk's expression clouded.
tormented by intense pain, she certainly couldn't concentrate. She had practiced, of course. But if asked whether she could execute those techniques perfectly in this condition, she couldn't honestly nod.
Only twice. She had only been hit twice.
Those two hits were terrifying. Had they struck true, either one would have killed her.
Miss Doublefinger's tone was so gentle it hardly sounded like an enemy. It was as if she were advising Silk that giving up was the correct choice.
Frustration welled up in Silk, but she didn't think of quitting. Whether the woman spoke out of benevolence or provocation, Silk's spirit remained unbroken.
"I have to do it... If I don't win, my friends will be in trouble."
"A beautiful friendship. But in this world, it means nothing."
Miss Doublefinger took another slow step closer.
Silk was trying desperately to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her yet.
"No matter how beautiful your reasons, if you cannot win, they are useless."
"Kuh—!"
With a strong stomp, Miss Doublefinger thrust her right arm forward.
Reflexively, Silk brought her sword up with both hands, catching the tip of the spike with the flat of the blade. Fortunately, the steel wasn't pierced, but the force behind the blow—unbelievable for such a slender woman—knocked Silk onto her back.
By the time she realized she was in trouble, it was too late.
Miss Doublefinger raised one leg, growing a long spike from the sole of her shoe. She swung her foot down, driving the sharp thorn through Silk's left calf.
"Sewing Stinger!"
"Kyaaaah!?"
To rob her of her mobility, the thin spike punched effortlessly through the white skin.
The sharp agony tore a scream from Silk's throat.
Miss Doublefinger immediately lifted her leg, withdrawing the spike. Her shoe returned to normal, and stomping firmly on the ground, she loomed over Silk once more.
This time, both of her hands transformed into spikes.
With pain piling upon pain, the girl shouldn't be able to resist. This would be the end.
"This is it—!"
"Not yet! It's not over!"
Silk screamed, driven by blind desperation.
If she could survive this situation, this moment, she would take anything. She just needed salvation.
She used her ability without rhyme or reason. She swung her sword haphazardly, waved her left hand ignoring the screaming shoulder, and even kicked her legs. She became frantic, trying to generate any wind she could.
Perhaps because she was cornered, prepared for death, countless razor winds manifested.
It was close to a rampage.
From her sword, her hands, her feet—Kamaitachi of varying strengths flew out, mowing down the surrounding air.
Miss Doublefinger was bathed in the gale.
It wasn't a visible attack. It was difficult to dodge without predicting the trajectory beforehand. Against such a sudden, chaotic counterattack, she was defenseless.
Hit by a strong gust blowing up from below, Miss Doublefinger's body was launched backward.
She looked lighter than expected as she flew. Without time to brace herself, she crashed onto the ground.
She had taken wind laced with slashing damage all over her body. Moreover, the ability was half-out of control. Miss Doublefinger's clothes were shredded in places, and though the wounds were shallow, she was bleeding.
The distance created gave Silk a few seconds to regain her composure.
She pushed her upper body up, though the pain in her leg prevented her from standing immediately. Sitting there, she looked at Miss Doublefinger.
The enemy was smiling. But unlike before, there was a hint of agitation.
"I see... You have more moves than I thought."
"Haa, haa...!"
"I apologize for underestimating you. Calling it 'professional work' and then holding back too much... that was my mistake."
Miss Doublefinger stood up from her crouch.
And then, once again, she suppressed her presence to an astonishing degree, preparing to vanish. This time, she wasn't holding back. She was seriously erasing her presence.
"I won't take you lightly anymore. As an enemy, as a target, I will eliminate you with certainty..."
With light steps, she slipped into a narrow alley and disappeared.
It seemed Silk could no longer track where Miss Doublefinger was.
Yet, strangely, Silk tried to stand calmly. She was enduring pain, and though she looked tragic, it was not the face of someone who had given up.
She was surprised by what had just happened.
Surprised by the enemy's strength, yes, but more so by the wind blades she had just created.
She hadn't aimed them. Yet, in that instant, she felt the potential.
The Kama Kama ability could still get stronger.
Once she was certain of that, the panic vanished from Silk's face.
"Haa, haa... My power... it works."
Forcing her battered body to move, she managed to stand.
She couldn't lose, for her friends. But more than that, she simply didn't want to lose.
There has to be a possibility. Swaying as she stood, Silk scanned her surroundings.
(Use the nature of the wind. Use the nature of the Kamaitachi. Distance doesn't matter to my technique...)
Her wounds were throbbing, not just in one place. She couldn't ignore the pain. But perhaps because of that state, her thoughts became clearer.
There was much to consider.
Based on the fight so far, Miss Doublefinger intended to use hit-and-run tactics. It was likely a precaution against Silk's ability. Because of that, Silk had been cornered one-sidedly without being able to utilize her own strengths.
She wasn't an opponent Silk could beat with orthodox methods. But she couldn't be without a weakness. If Silk used the environment well, maybe...
Silk exhaled deeply.
She couldn't sense the enemy's presence at all.
The assassin's movements showed considerable experience. Finding her wouldn't be easy.
Regardless, Silk had no margin for error. The wounds were deep, the blood loss significant.
Deciding she had no time to think, Silk took drastic action. Attacks wouldn't hit if the opponent was hidden. First, she had to flush her out.
She swung her sword with all her might, spinning around to blast a gust of wind across the entire area.
(Stronger attacks... strong enough to hit no matter where she's hiding!)
The gale rushed through the empty town.
It dove from narrow back alleys into houses, or from alleys to other streets, attacking everywhere possible—but there were too many blind spots. It probably hadn't hit.
Thinking that didn't matter, Silk sent wind racing through the streets several times.
At the very least, it prevented an easy approach. Silk continued the barrage for a while.
When she stopped, perhaps because she had strained her whole body, the blood dripping to the ground had formed a large puddle. She didn't care now, though she didn't know what would happen when the fight ended.
Silk refused to worry about her own body.
She focused solely on defeating the enemy. She wouldn't think about what came after.
(My power will evolve further.)
"Your ability isn't perfect, is it?"
The voice came from behind and above.
Silk gritted her teeth, spinning her sword in her hand without turning around.
"If you don't perform an action, the razor wind doesn't occur. And the razor wind doesn't have the power to penetrate objects. It's troublesome when I hide, isn't it?"
"Yeah... but that's about to change."
The moment Silk spun around to swing her sword, Miss Doublefinger jumped.
The storm Silk released swept everything around her, but it couldn't touch Miss Doublefinger, who kicked off a roof to drop down, closing the distance by leaping over the wind.
She landed safely. Straight-line distance: roughly eight meters.
Silk fired a razor wind without hesitation, but Miss Doublefinger dove into a nearby alley.
If the timing was right, she could intercept. But currently, aside from the accidental outburst, every attack was being dodged. Even now, she had been read perfectly.
Silk could imagine the next move.
Wait for the wind to pass, then dash out from the same spot.
"Profusion: Whirlwind!"
"Fufufu..."
Silk released a gale laced with slashing attacks, intending to blow the enemy away while inflicting damage.
Although the wind itself was invisible, Miss Doublefinger understood her intent and smiled.
Showing no sign of retreating into the alley, she kicked lightly off the ground. Jumping slightly, Miss Doublefinger hugged her knees and curled into a ball.
Immediately, long, sharp spikes erupted from her entire body. She stabbed into the ground and began to roll.
"Stinger Hedgehog!"
She was buffeted by the gale but not blown away; instead, she continued to advance with great momentum. She didn't appear to be taking damage.
This time, she wasn't running or hiding. She was coming head-on.
Silk's expression changed, and she instinctively backed away.
"It seems you can't cut things as hard as iron?"
"Kuh...!"
Silk retreated a few steps.
In that interval, she lightly rotated her sword, wrapping wind around the blade.
She couldn't run. Between Miss Doublefinger's approach speed, her own injuries, and the need to find a counterattack, she decided to stand her ground.
A human-sized iron spike ball was rolling toward her. It wasn't that she didn't feel fear.
But she killed the part of herself that was trembling and stepped forward.
Miss Doublefinger, sensing this action mid-rotation, felt suspicious.
"Be skewered!"
"I won't!"
Silk slammed her sword into the spikes from the front. In that instant, the wind coiled around the blade exploded outward. The blast, delivered at point-blank range, couldn't cut the iron-hard spikes, but it effortlessly blew the Stinger Hedgehog away, sending Miss Doublefinger flying back further than the distance she had just crossed.
After bouncing and rolling, Miss Doublefinger finally stood up.
Distance had been established again. Long-range was Silk's domain.
When the assassin looked up, Silk was holding her sword ready, and the movement of air was visible around the blade. She was cloaking it in wind to increase attack power.
Miss Doublefinger realized this while kneeling on the ground.
Jump to dodge? Or grow spikes all over for defense? There was a moment of hesitation.
Silk thrust the sword forward.
The cloaked wind was released as a small tornado.
This time, the attack power was incomparable to before. It was fast, and the sheer intensity of the air made the flow of the wind visible, but if it hit, it would be catastrophic.
Miss Doublefinger chose evasion, realizing she must not take that hit.
(This girl, a technique like that...!? Taking that is bad news!)
She moved quickly to dodge.
The shockwave of the small tornado whipped her hair violently but didn't wound her. Jumping wide to the side had paid off.
That part was fine, but immediately after...
Reading the evasion, Silk had already swung her sword.
"Sickle Wind!"
"Kyaaah!?"
A point-focused attack excelling in speed.
Compared to the tornado, the lethality was lower, but because the scale was invisible, it was unavoidable.
Miss Doublefinger's body was sliced reasonably deep, drawing a significant amount of blood.
Dropping to one knee, clutching her cut stomach, she saw Silk winding up for another swing. If she kept this up at this distance, there would be no stopping her.
Reluctantly, Miss Doublefinger dove into a nearby house.
Only after she had vanished through the broken window did the sound of a strong wind rushing past reach her ears.
Safe for the moment, Miss Doublefinger analyzed the situation.
That strike when their weapons clashed... it had shaken her.
She thought the girl's ability was just throwing wind from a distance, but she did some unusual things. It made sense that taking a blast like that at close range would be unbearable.
It seemed she needed to rethink this. Feeling this, she smiled again.
"I didn't think she'd resort to a move like that... You never know what a cornered rat will do."
She had expected to finish this mission unscathed, but she had taken wounds. The fact that she hadn't lost her cool showed she still had reserves.
Miss Doublefinger faced the battle with a constant smile. Her thoughts showed no hesitation.
(But her wounds are deep. She'll avoid a long battle and move proactively. I don't need to rush. I'll take my time, wait, and see how she moves.)
She was bleeding, but the cuts were shallow. Looking down at her body, she decided on a strategy.
The one who wanted to rush was undoubtedly the opponent. Therefore, she would act calmly. Even if it took time, she would prioritize survival and certain victory.
Decided, Miss Doublefinger began to move, staying hidden.
Walking quickly but quietly, she advanced through the alley.
Exiting the house into a narrow lane, she moved to an even tighter path.
Calculatedly choosing her route, she gradually moved away from Silk's location.
(She shouldn't be able to move much anymore. The end is near—)
After putting some distance between them, Miss Doublefinger considered attempting to approach Silk.
At that moment, she stopped, feeling a breeze.
It wasn't strong enough to cut. It was a weak wind, gently caressing her skin.
"Wind...?"
Standing between buildings, perhaps it wasn't that strange. Feeling wind while outside was perfectly natural. But facing a user who fought with wind made her hypersensitive. She looked up at the sky without thinking.
A wind blowing from nowhere. Was she overthinking it?
Suddenly, she sensed a presence.
Hearing footsteps, she spun around, her eyes widening. She saw the exact moment Silk burst into the entrance of the alley. Without time to think, Miss Doublefinger kicked the ground.
No escape on the ground. Then, up.
Growing spikes from her hands and feet, she pierced the walls and fled to the roof.
"She sensed my position...!? How!?"
"Sickle Wind!"
Like a monkey—or perhaps faster—Miss Doublefinger escaped to the roof. The enemy's attack was invisible and fast, but she barely managed to dodge it.
Reaching the roof, she stopped peeking over the edge and tried to gain distance.
This was an unanticipated situation. How had she known where she was?
The only clue was the wind she felt a moment ago. If she had been detected, it must have been during that instant she felt the anomaly. It seemed impossible, yet there was no other explanation.
Hesitating, Miss Doublefinger recognized the wind caressing her skin again.
At that moment, she spotted Silk moving away from the building she was on, back turned. She felt a disconnect.
"Don't tell me, that girl..."
Thinking she had been found, she stopped dead and turned around.
Silk's movements were fluid as she readied her sword and swung down. She generated a razor wind.
Aiming at Miss Doublefinger on the roof, Silk had deliberately moved away to a position where her attack would reach. A calculated movement, because she couldn't hit from her previous spot.
Miss Doublefinger dodged by placing the building between them.
The strong wind slammed into the structure, the terrifying sound ringing in her ears.
Using her ability, she descended from the roof with rapid movements. Judging by that last attack, standing in a high, open place increased the danger. Moving while keeping hidden, she analyzed the event while probing for Silk.
She hadn't been in a visible position. She hadn't had time to predict the escape route.
She hadn't left traces leading to that spot. She had been careful about that.
She appeared right after that strange wind was felt.
Did she pinpoint the location with that?
Miss Doublefinger stopped abruptly, lost in thought.
The intel said she was a "Kama Kama no Mi user who creates razor winds."
She was told it was an ability to create wind and slice targets. She had considered weaknesses based on that, but Miss Doublefinger didn't understand Silk's constitution.
She couldn't say she knew everything.
The Kama Kama no Mi Silk ate was classified as Paramecia, but the ability was unique. Creating wind was close to Logia, yet her body didn't turn into wind.
Her constitution was unique even for a Paramecia; her bodily functions were no different from a normal human's.
However, she possessed an ability to sense wind far beyond a normal person. It seemed she possessed a strength different from Nami, who read the weather by feeling the wind.
"She used the wind to search for my position...? A power I hadn't fully accounted for."
She felt the weak, caressing wind again.
She needed to verify.
Miss Doublefinger decided to stay put and wait. And sure enough, before long, Silk appeared on the same path, confirming her suspicion.
Straight-line distance: just over ten meters.
Confronting each other again, their gazes locked.
She was definitely appearing there on purpose. The deduction was correct.
Bleeding from everywhere, Silk stood there with a dignified air.
Feeling that hiding was impossible, Miss Doublefinger accepted a frontal battle.
"A mysterious ability... It seems I didn't understand you at all."
"Haa, haa... Yeah. I'm surprised myself."
Silk raised her sword, her consciousness shifting.
Miss Doublefinger turned her fingertips into spikes and touched her own shoulders. Not to attack, but to pierce her own body with the sharp points. Whether stimulating special pressure points or simply a trait of a spike human, her body transformed before Silk's eyes. The muscles in her arms swelled massively.
Her arms, now a size larger, tore through her jacket, granting her overwhelming physical strength.
"Toge Toge Acupuncture: Doping!"
If she grew spikes on those arms, they would become bludgeons surpassing iron clubs.
Despite Miss Doublefinger's transformation, Silk's expression didn't change. She stared intently.
Her resolve was already set.
(I'm sorry, everyone... I might not make it...)
She gripped the hilt tight.
Due to blood loss, her vision was swaying. Her head felt strangely heavy.
(But, I will defeat this person.)
She had no room to worry about herself anymore.
As long as she defeated her, that was enough.
Facing her with desperate resolve, Silk was unmoved by any ability or change in appearance. Her eyes saw only Miss Doublefinger, and victory.
Miss Doublefinger considered the situation disadvantageous but didn't think of retreating. As a professional, taking time was a valid move, but she felt uneasy.
This girl seemed to be evolving in the midst of battle.
In a short time, she was expanding the range of her ability. Being cornered and finding resolve had likely made her stronger. If she took too much time, Miss Doublefinger might be the one cornered.
If she wanted a conclusion, it had to be a short battle.
Having witnessed the girl's growth firsthand, she couldn't ignore it.
Countless thick spikes sprouted from her muscular arms.
The goal was close combat. The hard part was getting close.
Seeing Miss Doublefinger brace herself, Silk took a step back.
"You're near your limit, aren't you? I can tell by your eyes."
Silk pursed her lips tight at the question.
She was aware her limit was near. That was why she, too, didn't want a long battle. If she didn't settle this as soon as possible, she would collapse first.
They moved almost simultaneously.
Silk generated wind to cover the narrow alley; Miss Doublefinger charged.
She predicted the timing of the attack from the swing of the sword. Knowing she would be shredded if she did nothing, she crossed her arms in front of her face and grew sharp spikes all over her body while running.
The gale enveloped her, rushing past, but she wasn't wounded.
Miss Doublefinger sprinted through the Kamaitachi and closed in on Silk from the front.
"You can't run on those legs."
"Haa... I'm not running, so it's fine!"
Reacting to the spiked right arm being raised, Silk tried to meet the close-quarters combat with her sword.
She stepped forward and swung. Close combat while releasing wind. If it worked, she could blow the opponent back and create distance again. But that move was read.
Accurately seeing through the swift sword movement, Miss Doublefinger ducked under it to dodge.
The blade passed over her head, and in an instant, she was at Silk's side.
Silk tried to power her legs to dodge, but she wasn't fast enough.
Miss Doublefinger's arm caught Silk's body.
It hit the sword Silk had hastily raised for defense, knocked it away, and gouged Silk's right arm with the spikes.
"Stinger Flail!"
"Gah!?"
Blood sprayed from her right arm.
Silk fell hard. Miss Doublefinger immediately closed in, looking down at her, ready to swing her arm down. She straddled Silk to prevent escape.
Fighting the pain, Silk looked up at Miss Doublefinger.
Her sword had been knocked out of reach.
Taking a hit in the flesh meant no defense; just a fatal wound.
Thought vanished. Silk reacted purely on physical reflex.
Before she knew it, she had clenched her fist and swung it sideways with all her might.
Not to punch. The motion generated a powerful razor wind.
Miss Doublefinger, arm already raised to smash Silk, felt a gust strong enough to make her squint. By then, countless cuts had opened on her upper body. Naturally, she had no time to dodge or defend.
The choice here was to attack as quickly as possible.
However, to double as defense, Miss Doublefinger grew spikes all over her body.
Perhaps that saved her. It countered Silk's attempt to curl up and kick her away.
The right leg, extended with full force, struck Miss Doublefinger's stomach. But the thin, sturdy spikes growing there pierced Silk's foot.
"Ugh!? Aah!?"
"Fool. Panicking was your—"
Mistake, she was about to say, when she felt a strange force from the foot.
The impact of the kick was deadened by the spikes, but from Silk's foot, still touching her stomach, an explosive wind blasted Miss Doublefinger's body upward.
Regardless of her will, her body was launched into the air, and she couldn't suppress a cry of surprise.
"Aaaaaah!?"
"Haa, haa..."
Because Miss Doublefinger was blown away, the spikes pulled out of Silk's foot.
Silk involuntarily dropped her leg and collapsed, but she couldn't stay down.
Miss Doublefinger, launched into the sky, fell, barely managing to break her fall as she touched the ground. Simultaneously, Silk painfully pulled herself up.
Looking at Miss Doublefinger's stance, there was no time to retrieve the sword.
Breathing heavily, Silk extended two fingers and swung her arm lightly to prepare.
Seeing the will to intercept, Miss Doublefinger ran without hesitation.
If she let her be, she'd take another painful counter.
If she was going to finish it, it had to be now.
"Letting you do as you please is becoming troublesome...! I'll finish you this time!"
"Haa... It's not over yet...!"
Silk swung her arm at the charging Miss Doublefinger, generating wind.
"Whirlwind!"
The released wind kicked up dust, clearly showing its trajectory as it advanced. Watching the front, there was no way to miss it. Miss Doublefinger covered her whole body in spikes to defend.
A gust enveloped her body.
Defense successful. Her skin wasn't torn.
Miss Doublefinger smirked, waiting for the moment to counterattack.
But just when she thought it was over, the wind didn't vanish.
It seemed to be stagnating around her body.
When she checked again, a wind strong enough to be visible to the naked eye was surrounding her.
"What? What is this..."
"The power of wind... evolves."
Silk walked, consciousness hazy.
She picked up the dropped sword and lifted her face with slow movements.
Seeing her state, and the wind trapping her, Miss Doublefinger's expression twisted.
Clearly, the girl wasn't sane. The severe damage seemed to have robbed her of her rationality; her eyes were unfocused. Strangely, her breathing was calming down.
There was madness in the way she slowly raised her sword.
The next attack would be unlike anything before. She understood this not with logic, but instinct.
She knew the danger, but panicked, Miss Doublefinger sprinted forward.
With spikes all over her body, she should be able to close in and stop her before she attacked.
Deciding this, she dashed through the surrounding wind—and pain shot through her entire body. Ignoring the spikes she had grown, the wind cut her actual body.
Though not severe enough to stop her walking, cuts appeared all over her.
The shock was enough to make her stop. Astonished, Miss Doublefinger looked down at her wounded body, forgetting herself.
The power of wind evolves.
Just as the words implied, simply by rotating around her, the razor wind's power had intensified.
She looked up to see Silk raising the sword high.
I have to stop her. Miss Doublefinger started to run.
By this point, her mind was dominated by agitation; she was far from calm.
"Whirlwind... Chaotic Barrage!!"
After cloaking the blade in wind, Silk swung it violently, repeatedly.
It was different from releasing it with an arm. Using a sword was far more familiar to her, and there was the explosion of accumulated power. The wind's force was amplified at the source before being unleashed.
A shockingly powerful gale mowed down the area.
Not once, but many times, it passed through Miss Doublefinger's body.
Surpassing even the spikes as hard as iron, it inflicted countless cuts on her body, and not only that—it blew her away, carrying her through the air.
Crossing, overlapping, gaining distance and gathering strength.
The wind Silk created became a small typhoon racing through the alley.
"Aah...!? Aaaaaaaaah!?"
Carried to the dead end, Miss Doublefinger slammed back-first into the building's wall, destroying it instantly, and was blasted all the way to the opposite wall. Her momentum didn't stop; by the time she collapsed onto the main street, she had already lost consciousness.
How many meters had she been carried?
Unable to confirm if the enemy was dead or alive, Silk dropped to her knees and collapsed.
"Haa, haa... I won... right...?"
Even with the anxiety that it might not be over, she couldn't go check now.
Falling onto her stomach, Silk breathed painfully, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy.
"Everyone... I did it."
Consciousness faded. Strength left every part of her body.
"Hurry... have to go... to where everyone is..."
Just like that, she fell asleep.
Drenched in so much blood it looked like she had none left, the red-stained girl lay collapsed.
Though the enemy was defeated, she was alone in the empty alley. Silk could not move from that spot.
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