The moment the words "as you wish" left Natsuhiko's lips, everything had already been set in motion.
His figure vanished like a ghost—silent, elusive—and in the very next instant, he reappeared directly behind Murashima Takumi. At some point, a ninja blade had already formed in his hand, its edge shimmering with a dense, azure glow of chakra.
"Water Release: Water Blade Slash!"
The technique had been compressed to its absolute limit, its sharpness reaching a terrifying degree. Combined with the swing of his blade, it tore forward with lethal intent, aiming straight for Murashima Takumi.
And yet, in that very instant, Murashima Takumi displayed reflexes that bordered on the unbelievable.
As the head of ANBU, his reaction speed was nothing short of monstrous. Or perhaps it was because he trusted no one—remaining perpetually on guard against everyone around him.
The moment Natsuhiko made his move, Murashima had already responded. In less than a blink, he executed a substitution technique and vanished from his original position.
He didn't even need to look back to know what had happened.
His clothes had undoubtedly been sliced open… and a wound had surely been carved across his back.
The sheer speed of the Flying Thunder God used in an ambush was almost impossible to comprehend.
Still, a question lingered in his mind—
He hadn't seen Natsuhiko make a single move.
So how had he activated the technique?
But this was no time for doubt.
Because one thing was absolutely clear—
Natsuhiko intended to kill him.
—
It wasn't just Murashima Takumi who was shaken.
Every ANBU present froze in disbelief at the scene before them.
No one had expected Natsuhiko to actually strike.
After all, the man he had attacked was the head of ANBU himself. Such an act would place him in an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position, potentially condemning him outright.
And yet…
He hadn't hesitated for even a second.
Rather than continuing to argue or persuade, he had chosen action.
Decisive. Ruthless.
And strangely enough, that decision stirred something within the gathered ANBU.
Because the situation outside was already dire.
Konoha was under attack. Their comrades were already fighting—and yet they remained here, immobilized by procedure.
To them, that was unacceptable.
From the moment they joined ANBU, they had already resolved themselves to face death. And now, when the village needed them most, how could they justify standing idle?
Still… none of them had dared to challenge Murashima Takumi's authority.
He was, after all, their superior—the head of ANBU.
Defying him was not something they could easily do.
But Natsuhiko?
He clearly didn't care about such constraints.
He acted without hesitation.
And in that moment, every ANBU present understood—
This man truly lived up to his name.
The "Nightingale of Konoha," who had once stirred chaos in the Land of Wind, was no mere title.
His decisiveness… his execution…
They were on an entirely different level.
—
After his first strike failed, Natsuhiko's brow furrowed slightly, but he showed no sign of concern.
Missing once meant nothing.
Murashima Takumi was already as good as dead.
That was a conclusion Natsuhiko had reached long ago—
And no one… absolutely no one… would be allowed to change it.
His figure flickered once more—almost at the exact same moment his previous Flying Thunder God had ended, he activated it again.
To everyone watching, there was no gap at all. In what felt like a seamless continuation, Natsuhiko had already reappeared beside Murashima Takumi.
Sage Mode was fully active now, his perception locked tightly onto his target. The blade in his hand once again shimmered with that condensed, azure chakra, humming with lethal intent.
This time… he would not let him escape.
Now.
The instant he confirmed that Murashima hadn't formed any hand seals, Natsuhiko struck again.
His blade descended in a ruthless arc from above.
Suspended midair, Murashima Takumi had no room to maneuver, no space to counter. All he could do was watch—
—as the blade swept across his throat.
Natsuhiko landed.
He sheathed his blade.
The entire sequence flowed as smoothly as pouring water, effortless and precise.
Behind him, Murashima's body crashed to the ground, blood spilling rapidly, staining the floor a deep crimson.
—
Silence.
The ANBU headquarters fell into a deathly stillness, so complete that even the sound of a pin dropping would have echoed clearly.
No one spoke.
Not a single person dared to.
Even the other two division commanders stood frozen, their minds blank as they stared at the scene before them.
They had suspected it the moment Natsuhiko made his move.
But suspicion was one thing.
Reality was another.
Murashima Takumi—who had sat firmly as the head of ANBU for over a decade—was dead.
And more than that…
He had been killed by one of their own.
Slowly, they raised their eyes to look at Natsuhiko.
The young man stood there, mask concealing his expression entirely, yet for the first time, a chill crept into their hearts.
This decisiveness…
This coldness…
It was nothing like the "Nightingale" they thought they knew.
—
"Everyone."
Natsuhiko's voice rang out, no longer carrying its usual warmth. It was calm, steady—devoid of hesitation.
"What happened tonight… I will bear full responsibility afterward."
His gaze swept across the stunned crowd.
"But right now, we don't have the luxury to waste time."
"Outside, the Nine-Tails is rampaging. The village we swore to protect—our home, our people—is being destroyed… slaughtered."
"I don't have time to retrieve another order from the Third Hokage. I don't have time to confirm procedures with the Commander. And I certainly don't have time to wait for commands that may never come."
His tone sharpened slightly.
"I will not be hindered. And neither will any of you."
A brief pause.
"Now—follow my orders. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
His words echoed through the hall.
For a moment, the ANBU remained stunned, still struggling to process what had just unfolded before their eyes.
But as the weight of reality settled in, clarity followed.
He was right.
This was no time to hesitate.
There were more important things to do.
"…Division Commander Nightingale, please give your orders."
Trout was the first to step forward, glancing briefly at the others before taking a deep breath and shouting.
"Division Commander, please give your orders!"
His voice broke the tension.
And in the next instant, the rest of the ANBU followed.
Even the two remaining division commanders joined in.
Technically, they didn't have to obey him.
With Murashima Takumi dead, there was no longer a central authority restraining them. Each of them could have taken control of their own units.
But none of them chose that path.
Because in their eyes, Natsuhiko had already made his stance clear—he would shoulder the consequences.
And if that was the case…
Then they would follow.
Not only out of practicality, but also out of a quiet respect.
Because deep down, they all knew—
If it had been them in his place…
They would never have dared to act like this.
And beyond that, there was another, unspoken thought lingering in their minds.
If they survived tonight—
There would be a vacant seat.
The position of ANBU Commander.
On the other side of the village, the battle had already descended into chaos, yet within the ANBU headquarters, a different kind of storm was taking shape—one driven not by the Nine-Tails, but by Natsuhiko's will.
He looked over the assembled operatives, their masked faces betraying nothing, though the tension in the air was unmistakable. These were seasoned shinobi, yet even they could not remain untouched by what had just happened. Still, hesitation had no place here—not tonight.
"Good. Since that's settled," Natsuhiko said with a slight nod, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable authority, "the reserve units are not yet combat-ready. I won't allow you to face the Nine-Tails."
He paused briefly, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"You will escort civilians to the shelters, assist in evacuations, and rescue injured shinobi. A portion of you will also secure the prison—if anything goes wrong there while the Nine-Tails is rampaging, the consequences will be unimaginable. Your leaders will assign specific roles. You have five minutes."
There was no room for argument. His gaze then shifted to the rest—the combat forces.
"As for the rest of you…" His tone sharpened.
"Move out with me."
...
Not far away, after ensuring that Kushina was safely settled and sensing that the Third Hokage had taken Naruto away, Minato Namikaze finally stepped out of the room.
Despite the urgency clawing at his chest, he did not rush blindly toward the battlefield. As a shinobi—and as the Hokage—he knew better. The Nine-Tails was far too powerful to confront recklessly. Preparation, awareness, and precision were essential.
He needed to assess the scope of the destruction, determine the extent of the Nine-Tails' rampage, and most importantly—identify and eliminate the one controlling it.
Only by accomplishing all three could he truly act: free the beast from its control, suppress it, and then seal it back into Kushina to ensure her survival.
For that, there was no better vantage point than the Hokage Rock.
With that thought, Minato activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. In an instant, his figure vanished—and reappeared atop the hair of his own stone likeness, high above the village.
His white Hokage cloak fluttered softly in the night wind as his gaze swept across Konoha.
What he saw made his heart tighten.
The village was in disarray—fires burning, buildings collapsing, and countless shinobi risking their lives as they swarmed the Nine-Tails like ants against a mountain. Their courage was undeniable, but against such overwhelming power, it felt painfully insufficient.
Grief welled within him, but he forced it down. There was no time for hesitation.
Soon enough, the Third Hokage appeared nearby. Minato felt a small measure of relief—Naruto had been secured.
Yet the situation remained dire.
The Nine-Tails' strength far exceeded expectations. Ordinary shinobi could barely slow it down, let alone harm it. What troubled him even more was the absence of key forces—the Uchiha Police Force, the ANBU, even Root. None of them seemed to have fully mobilized.
"What is going on?" he muttered under his breath, a faint crease forming between his brows.
At that very moment, the Nine-Tails suddenly threw its head back and roared, gathering an enormous mass of chakra.
Minato's expression hardened. He could not allow it to continue.
But just as he was about to act, a powerful Water Release technique shot across the battlefield, slamming into the Nine-Tails with tremendous force. The beast staggered, its attention instantly drawn elsewhere before it began charging in that direction.
Minato blinked in surprise.
Then, almost as if on cue, Uchiha shinobi began appearing across the battlefield.
A flicker of relief passed through him. Though delayed, their arrival could make a difference. The Sharingan, after all, might be able to restrain the Nine-Tails.
And indeed, as the battle intensified, their presence began to exert pressure on the beast. Yet instead of retreating, the Nine-Tails grew even more ferocious, its fury escalating with each passing moment.
Still… Minato's sharp eyes caught something.
"The Sharingan's genjutsu… it's having an effect," he murmured, narrowing his gaze. "The pattern in its eyes—it's becoming unstable. If the pressure continues…"
He forced himself to remain calm, pushing aside all distractions.
Everything hinged on one thing now.
Finding the one controlling the Nine-Tails.
Only by eliminating that person could the beast be freed—and only then could Minato seal it away without fear of interference.
Somewhere in the shadows, the true enemy was watching.
And Minato intended to find him.
Minato knew he was racing against time. Every second he hesitated meant Kushina was inching closer to death. But he also understood he could not rush recklessly—if he acted too hastily, he might not only fail to save her, but also put the entire village in greater danger. Patience, as much as it pained him, was his only ally.
Fortunately, the ANBU operatives were finally moving. Minato observed clearly as they split into groups, tending to the wounded and guiding civilians to safety. Others surged toward the Nine-Tails, attempting to restrain it, and Minato allowed himself a small measure of relief.
But that relief was short-lived. The moment the beast sensed him, the Nine-Tails grew visibly impatient. It lifted its head and let out a terrifying, ear-splitting roar, its gaze locking onto the Hokage Rock with unbridled fury.
"Has it noticed me… or is it just reacting to its controller?" Minato muttered, frowning, but there was no time to ponder.
From the Nine-Tails' mouth, a mass of black chakra began to form—dense, oppressive, and radiating a palpable malice. Minato's stomach tightened as the chakra coalesced into a perfect, terrifying sphere: a Tailed Beast Bomb.
The pressure alone made the surrounding shinobi feel as if their chests were being crushed. The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, shrank his pupils, instantly recognizing the threat.
"Damn it… that's a Tailed Beast Bomb. Its target… the Hokage Rock!"
Hiruzen quickly turned toward the Hokage Rock. As he did, the Nine-Tails roared and launched the bomb. With a deafening blast, the explosion shook the very ground.
For a fleeting moment, Hiruzen felt a deep chill in his heart.
If the Hokage Rock were destroyed… the psychological blow to Konoha would be immeasurable.
But no matter what he thought, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The Tailed Beast Bomb surged forward, unstoppable.
And directly in its path—
Minato Namikaze stood alone.
The pressure bearing down on him was unimaginable. It felt as though the very space around him had grown heavy and suffocating. There was no doubt—if that attack struck, everything, including the Hokage Rock, would be erased without a trace.
"I have to stop it!"
His resolve hardened instantly.
Forming hand seals at lightning speed, he raised a specially crafted kunai before him. Strange, tadpole-like markings began to appear in the air, assembling rapidly into a simple yet profoundly intricate formula.
All of it happened in the blink of an eye.
The black sphere had already reached him—
And then, something astonishing occurred.
Space itself seemed to tear open.
The immense Tailed Beast Bomb was swallowed into a deep, unfathomable void, disappearing bit by bit without releasing even the slightest residual shockwave.
"BOOM—!"
Far beyond the village, deep within a distant forest, a blinding flash erupted.
A thunderous explosion followed, shaking the earth violently.
Minato glanced toward the source of the blast, cold sweat covering his body.
If that attack had struck the Hokage Rock… half the village might have been wiped out in an instant.
But just then—
Behind him, a hand appeared silently.
Reaching for his throat.
Although Minato's attention wasn't focused behind him, his finely honed senses and near-instant reflexes saved his life.
Almost the moment something felt off, his body reacted on instinct. The kunai in his hand swept backward in a sharp arc—
Yet what followed made his brow knit tightly.
The blade passed straight through his opponent's body, as though he had struck nothing but a phantom.
"…Space-time ninjutsu… So this is what Natsuhiko meant?"
A realization flickered through his mind. Hiding one's body within another dimension…?
But in the very next instant, his understanding deepened.
The moment his kunai pierced through the opponent's arm, that intangible, illusory sensation vanished. Before he could react further, his right arm was seized tightly.
"So he can phase in and out of space at will… attacking the moment he becomes tangible?"
Minato analyzed rapidly, even as the masked man before him—his Sharingan spinning—summoned a warped vortex of space. The spiraling distortion twisted inward, attempting to drag Minato into that unknown dimension.
"You're my opponent. It ends here, Yellow Flash."
"…Hmph!"
Minato grunted, feeling the overwhelming pull of that inescapable force. His body began to stretch unnaturally, as though being drawn into another world entirely.
His thoughts sharpened.
There were too many variations of space-time techniques. Acting blindly without fully understanding it would only endanger everyone.
But now, he had a clearer idea.
He's trying to pull me into his own dimension…
Minato's eyes narrowed slightly.
There was no way he would allow that. Who knew if escape would even be possible once trapped inside?
And more importantly—
His objective had already been achieved.
Draw him away… sever his control over the Nine-Tails… and then eliminate him before he can interfere with the sealing.
Though the situation within Konoha remained dire, he trusted that the Third Hokage—and Natsuhiko—could hold things together, at least for now.
With that thought, Minato took a quiet breath.
In the next instant, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.
His figure vanished completely.
"…Escaped again?"
The masked man frowned slightly as he stared at the empty space before him, then shook his head with a faint scoff.
"Fast… very fast. Next time, I'll just have to absorb you quicker."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the distant battlefield.
The Nine-Tails was still rampaging, surrounded by the Third Hokage and countless shinobi. ANBU forces and even members of the Uchiha clan had joined the fight—but most of their attacks barely scratched the beast. Instead, the shockwaves of their clash were causing widespread destruction throughout Konoha.
Seeing this, he nodded in satisfaction.
"As expected of the strongest tailed beast… With it here, Konoha is doomed to suffer tonight."
His tone remained calm, almost detached.
"The Nine-Tails should be fine for now. I'll deal with Minato first… then finish off Konoha."
Space rippled around him, distorting like water under a sudden breeze. His body twisted along with it, fading from sight as he vanished once more.
—
Meanwhile, at the abandoned site of the Uzumaki clan within Konoha, space suddenly wavered.
A ripple spread outward—
And in the next moment, Natsuhiko appeared, dragging Tsutani Hiro behind him.
Without ceremony, Natsuhiko tossed him onto the ground. Then he pulled out a bundle and dropped it in front of him, his expression calm, almost indifferent.
"Inside, you'll find a Konoha pass, clean clothes, disguise tools, soldier pills, and everything else you'll need for this operation."
His voice was flat, stripped of its usual warmth. At this point, he had no interest in maintaining appearances.
"Take the soldier pills, restore your chakra, and be ready at any moment."
"…Looks like you've prepared everything thoroughly, Commander Nightingale."
Tsutani Hiro lifted his head, a wild, almost manic grin spreading across his face.
"The Nine-Tails breaking free… and you choose this moment to have me break a sealing jutsu for you?"
He chuckled, the sound unsteady and feverish.
"How interesting… truly interesting!"
Outwardly, he seemed ecstatic, even crazed—but deep inside, a chill crept through him.
Because he could feel it—
He had stumbled upon something far greater than he should have.
This ANBU commander had been preparing him for some time, mentioning only that he would need his help to break a seal. At first, it hadn't seemed unusual.
But now…
Now, in the middle of a catastrophe like this—
Nothing about it felt simple anymore.
But the more Tsutani Hiro thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
Choosing this exact moment… bringing him to such a remote, abandoned place—
Something about it felt deeply wrong.
He didn't know how the Nine-Tails had broken free.
But that didn't stop his mind from racing.
What if… this damned ANBU division commander orchestrated it?
What if he released the Nine-Tails on purpose… using the chaos as cover, just to have me break some kind of seal?
If that were true—
Then the secret hidden behind all this would be utterly terrifying.
Especially considering the sealing technique he had been studying—it was anything but ordinary. A technique that required one's own life as the price to break it… no matter how you looked at it, that was no simple seal.
"…It is interesting, isn't it?"
Natsuhiko's shadow clone regarded him indifferently, then shook his head slightly.
"I don't know what you're thinking, and frankly, I don't care. But let me make one thing clear—you'd better follow my instructions. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to use other methods."
Tsutani Hiro's manic grin slowly faded, replaced by a colder, sharper gaze.
"Threatening me at a time like this isn't exactly wise, Commander Nightingale," he said darkly. "To be honest, I'm not afraid of death. Under the protection of the Jashin-sama, I cannot die… and besides, you're only a shadow clone right now, aren't you?"
"Of course," Natsuhiko replied calmly, even nodding slightly. "My real body has more important matters to attend to—like dealing with that fox that's slipped its cage."
A faint, knowing smile touched his lips.
"Yes, I'm just a shadow clone… but you should also remember that I use the Flying Thunder God Technique."
His voice softened, almost casually.
"Do you really think someone like you wouldn't already be marked by me?"
For a brief moment, he paused.
Then—
His figure flickered.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Tsutani Hiro.
A kunai materialized in his hand, its cold edge pressing lightly against the man's throat.
"See?" Natsuhiko murmured, his tone gentle yet chilling. "You carry my mark. That means no matter where you run, I can find you."
His voice dropped lower.
"As for your 'immortality'… that's easy enough to deal with. If you interfere with my plans, I'll make you wish you could die."
There was no anger in his words—only quiet certainty.
"Never underestimate my resolve. And never doubt what a man can do once he's cast aside his limits."
His gaze grew colder.
"In fact, your inability to die is quite convenient for me. It means I can use you for all kinds of experiments—human trials, medical procedures, toxin testing…"
A faint smile curved his lips.
"For a very long time, you'll be my perfect—perhaps only—test subject. I'll break you, piece by piece, until your mind collapses."
He leaned in slightly.
"Believe me."
"…Understood?"
—
"Was that… the Fourth Hokage's space-time barrier?"
In the distance, Akimichi Choza spoke with a hint of uncertainty. The darkness of night made it difficult to clearly see what had happened near the Hokage Rock.
But in all of Konoha, only two people could use the Flying Thunder God Technique.
One was the ANBU Division Commander, Nightingale.
The other—was the Fourth Hokage himself.
And since Nightingale was already on the battlefield nearby and hadn't moved that far…
"…It should be the Fourth," Hiruzen Sarutobi said, a faint smile appearing as relief washed over him. Seeing that the Hokage Rock remained intact allowed him to breathe easier.
Then his expression hardened.
"All units, gather around me! We'll drive the Nine-Tails out of the village together!"
"Yes, Hokage-sama!"
Minato's earlier display—teleporting away the Tailed Beast Bomb—had been nothing short of awe-inspiring. At Hiruzen's command, the shinobi responded in unison, their voices thundering with renewed determination.
Morale surged.
Every ninja present carried the same resolve—unyielding, fearless.
Because this was their home.
Behind them were their families, their loved ones—the people they would protect at any cost.
They would never allow those precious lives to be destroyed in a senseless disaster like this.
Hiruzen watched as wave after wave of Konoha shinobi charged forward against the Nine-Tails, their attacks relentless despite the overwhelming odds. He nodded slightly to himself—
But soon, his brows furrowed again.
The Uchiha clan had joined the battlefield.
Yet among them—
He did not see Fugaku.
Instead, the Uchiha forces were being led by Uchiha Shin.
What exactly had happened behind the scenes, Hiruzen didn't know—and, truthfully, he didn't have the luxury to care.
What troubled him more was something else entirely.
The ANBU had already mobilized, yet he hadn't seen Owl or Murashima Takumi anywhere. It was as if the two had vanished completely—no sign of them on the battlefield, nor at his side.
And beyond that, Root remained eerily silent.
He had no idea what Danzo was doing.
But there was no time to dwell on it.
The Nine-Tails roared once more, launching another ferocious assault.
Gritting his teeth, Hiruzen prepared to summon his old partner, Enma. Conventional ninjutsu had proven largely ineffective against the beast—if he wanted to make any real impact, he would have to resort to more direct, aggressive means.
Taijutsu.
But just as he was about to act—
A vast surge of chakra erupted.
The ground trembled violently once again.
"…What now?"
Hiruzen halted mid-motion, his eyes snapping toward the disturbance. Not far from the Nine-Tails, a thick cloud of smoke billowed into the air.
Within that dense haze, a massive silhouette flickered in and out of view.
For a brief moment, a thought crossed his mind—
And as the smoke gradually dispersed, that suspicion was confirmed.
A colossal creature stood there.
A giant lizard.
And atop its head… stood a lone figure.
"…Natsuhiko."
Hiruzen murmured the name under his breath.
He made no move.
He understood that intervening now would likely only hinder more than help. For the moment, it was better to observe—and decide afterward.
—
Natsuhiko stood calmly on the head of the enormous lizard, gazing at the raging Nine-Tails in the distance. A faint smile curved his lips.
He had been preparing for this moment for far too long.
And now—
It was finally time.
War is merely the continuation of politics… and sometimes, events like this are no different.
The Nine-Tails incident, to others, might seem like pure chaos.
But Natsuhiko knew better.
He understood the deeper currents beneath it all—the unseen hands ensuring that, no matter what happened, someone would bear the consequences.
Which meant—
This was his stage.
Tonight, he would reveal himself.
Fully.
He had endured, waited, hidden his strength for years.
And now, the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
"Lizardmaru," he said softly to the massive creature beneath him, his voice steady, "this time, we fight seriously."
"…The Nine-Tails," Lizardmaru rumbled in a deep, low voice as it stared ahead. "A terrifying opponent. Can we defeat it?"
"I don't know," Natsuhiko replied with a small shake of his head. "But we don't need to defeat it… not here."
His gaze sharpened.
"We just need to drive it out of Konoha."
Fighting within the village severely limited him. One careless move, and the damage could spread far beyond control—not just to buildings, but to civilians and weaker shinobi alike.
Only by forcing the Nine-Tails out could he truly fight without restraint.
"ROAR—!"
Another deafening bellow shook the heavens.
Perhaps sensing an opponent of comparable size, the Nine-Tails turned its attention toward them, its fury igniting further. Then, without hesitation, it charged straight at Natsuhiko.
That reaction caught him slightly off guard.
"…Seems it'll be easier than expected," he thought.
Then, aloud—
"Lizardmaru, let's go!"
"…Understood."
The giant lizard crouched low, its muscles coiling before releasing in an explosive burst of strength. It launched itself forward, hurtling toward the Nine-Tails like a living projectile.
Standing atop its head, Natsuhiko drew in a deep breath.
In an instant, he entered Sage Mode.
Wind whipped through his short hair as his aura surged, growing denser, sharper, more overwhelming with each passing second.
His hands moved swiftly, forming seals with flawless precision. Chakra surged, merging seamlessly with natural energy, rippling outward in powerful waves.
In mere moments, the technique was complete.
Without hesitation, he unleashed it.
"Sage Art: Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"
The Nine-Tails roared again, its voice exploding outward like a shockwave, flattening everything around it into a barren expanse, as though the land itself had been crushed by an invisible force.
A blazing, violent chakra cloaked its body like living flames—
Yet even that could not stop what came next.
The water dragon, infused with senjutsu, crashed violently into the Nine-Tails.
For the first time—
It screamed.
A sharp, pained howl tore from its throat.
But before that cry could even fade—
Lizardmaru slammed into it head-on.
And in the same motion, its massive tail whipped through the air, striking the Nine-Tails with brutal force.
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