Kirinito wandering around lost and yet his path of justice was still unknown.  Umioni was satisfied from the carnage and the feast it had. He kept his hood up but kept his jacket unzipped since his crusade of justice. He was still tired and very hungry.  He was saving his money so he did not get his usual tofu and veggies.   He had not re submerged into the water to sleep in what seemed like months.  Storm after storm he hunted down evil and left them to be taken to receive punishment. His skin had grown paler and his body looked skinnier then it used to.  Umioni was not wrapped up as tight as it usually was.  Kirinto would usually wrap Umioni up tight and tie it to the arm to make him look more frightening.  Kirinto’s eyes had grown colder as he looked around the village and remembered the stories of the old bloody mist.

WC:156

Samuru went into the village bored. He thought it was probably better to train than just walk around aimlessly. The village didn’t seem as busy as it normally was. It was probably do to new Mizukage taking office. It didn’t really bother him. The less people there were the better. Samuru wasn’t much for talk or conversation. Not normally anyway. The village walk was just to give him something to do. There was nothing that he would go for than a good fight. It had been awhile since the chunin exams and he received what he needed from it. It opened the door for him to join the village and experience something new. He had to admit that this was something that he wasn’t expecting. Village life had drastically changed his view on how he thought villages actually were handled. With the changing of regimes, it made more missions and combat readily available. Samuru really just wanted to drive his axe through something. Though, he would need to calm down on that.

The Hatake couldn’t believe that there was really nothing going on at all. Samuru figured that he could visit one of the local weapon shops and see if he could find a spear or a triton. With his elements, it may have been a bit cliche to wield either. Though, it was whatever. Samuru did like using weapons. He wasn’t sure why, but weapons were generally something he preferred to use. It could have been it reminded him of his father. It could have been he like the way blood sprayed from his axe. The reasons could be abundant on why he liked the use of weapons. Samuru was very picky about the weapons he wielded. There had been more than one time that his weapons broke on the battlefield. With that, came the use of learning how multiple weapons worked really quickly. It was either that or his death and he wanted to experience as much of the world as he could. Maybe one day he could cure his numbness even if it is temporarily.

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Kirinto wandered around more lost in thought. He continued to reminisce about the stories of the old days of the village. His hunt for the masked shinobi had grown cold. His scars had not ached he wondered if his target had been dead. He continued to wonder about the person. His whole goal in life was to slaughter the person. His boredom with weaklings had begun to make him a bit impatient. He broke their weapons and used them against them. He could feel the bloodlust from Umioni. This was strange because it was usually asleep more. He wondered if all the killing and fighting made his only friend stronger too. “You are awake more easily now my friend. “ “Impressive and I will have to test this one day.” He shut his eyes to listen to the water. “Now where shall I select my new area of rest in this weak place?”

He could hear the waves and water roaring. “Even the water here is upset with the village’s change of ways.” His body ached from lack of sleep and hunger. But pain wasn’t new to him his whole life up to now was filled with pain and bloodshed. All he cared about now was weapons and speed. He began to only seek the strongest and rarest blades to increase his power. A cold wind brushed against him. He hoped for a nice rainstorm to hunt to the scum that tried to enter his village. What point was there for him to socialize with people when they had either died or abandoned him? He began to lose his emotions and only care about logic.

WC:275

The wind blew across his hood which covered his red hair. His forehead protector poked out from underneath the hood. His tattoos exposed to the salt water air for everyone to see. Samuru finally made up his mind to actually go check out new weapons. Today, he was being quite indecisive. It was good that he was finally able to make up his mind. The days were too short to be careless. Plenty of his days have been constantly wasted by either travelling endlessly or just doing nothing at all. He needed to make sure that wasted time would be a thing of the past. There was so much to do and he would make plans to figure to accomplish his future goals. Samuru already started to build an arsenal of weapons. He would just need to find what would be the best thing for him. His axe and his bow had been adjusted and sharpened and were currently in a fine condition. The newest weapon to his collection was a scimitar. He was a Kirigakure shinobi after all. The sword was quite unique. Its design was quite well conceived. The only thing he hadn’t done with it was spill blood. It had been a long time since he wielded a sword, but picking it up seemed natural. It was like it was built into his genetics.

Samuru was contemplating a few other things in his head. He almost created a new technique. It was a technique that was to replicate one of the forefathers of his clan. The technique was known as the Raikiri. He only was able to read about it through other’s perspective from books. The best way he could describe it in his own words was an attack that shredded what it touched. Some material said that it was more of a jab, but he couldn’t really critique it do to him never seeing it from the creator. Samuru figured that it was an extremely condensed flow of raiton that was to be thrust into the opponent. A smile would have grew across his face, but one didn’t form. He thought that he was close, but at the same time it was like he was far away. The technique he had so far only covered his hand in lightning, but it didn’t do what he thought it would do. The technique would be in continued development until he could figure out a way to make it useable.

As he walked, he heard a cry of some kid, as he was being jacked up by what looked like street thugs. Samuru thought that he should probably intervene, but it wasn’t his fight. The kid would need to learn to fend for himself. The street thugs began throwing kicks and punches toward the boy. It was pretty sad that the boy didn’t bother to fight back. There were four of them against the one kid. It sort of reminded him when he grew up in the Land of Demons. No one did anything to stop the thugs. There weren’t too many capable fighters that were around from what he could see. It seemed like somebody would need to do something. Unfortunately, Samuru really didn’t understand what conviction was. The kid would probably need some help. Samuru huffed out a breath of air as he walked over to the thugs that were beating him in the middle of the street.

“Hey, couldn’t you have done this in an alley or something. You guys aren’t too bright are you?” Samuru started.

“Oh, a shinobi. We can deal with you next. We’ll be glad to show you a good time.”

“Is your life worth it? I’m a bit new to this whole Hidden Village thing. I’m pretty sure the new Mizukage wouldn’t mind if I cleaned up the village a bit.”

The thugs turned around and looked at him. The thugs drew their swords and dropped the kid. The kid gained some distance between the group that now formed in the street around his would be savior. Samuru drew his scimitar as its blade was held across his body. The way the men held their weapons, they had some experience with them. It flagged a bit of caution within his mind. These weren’t quite ordinary thugs. Someone at least attempted to train them in how to handle the weapons they wielded. Samuru almost wanted to keep the thugs alive just to find out who trained them and why.

The first thug came out him as he swung his blade toward him as it was parried upward. Samuru then slung his weapon downward toward the thugs neck. He would drag his blade downward cutting open the man’s neck. Samuru would then spin kick the thug to the side. The other thugs looked at Samuru and became tense. Samuru formed a fake smirk on his face trying to incite rage or some other emotion to throw them off their game. He wondered what they would do next. This was considered brief practice for him. Though, he still wasn’t going to let his guard down.

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Kirinito heard commotion some bit from him. His eyes opened. “Oh this looks like fun.” He casually strolled toward it. “Umioni is awake and he hungers for you criminal scum.” As he began to unravel him slowly the closer he got revealing the black creature with a red eye. It had been stained from blood and carnage of many hunts. “Let the carnage begin.” He eyes grew cold and he lowered his food revealing his mist headband. “Bad time to fight near water scum.” Umioni was almost fully unraveled. Its teeth were showing. “Now to tie the cloth on my left arm and cutaway the dead flesh.” His walking became faster and faster the closer he got. “It’s your unlucky day you now have to contend with us.” His body ached him and he did not to fight for very long. But a good fight might light the fire back into him.

He could feel the cold win on his flesh. “Try not to be a disappointment for us.” As he arrived now fully ready to fight and end the scum. His eyes looked up and down. “You chose the wilderness thinking I would not find you.” “You’re not that stupid after all.” “But maybe lower like one celled organism.” “Now leave him alone or I will have my fend feast upon you.”

WC:223

Samuru almost didn’t notice another individual talking. A simple “hmm…” came from his throat as he turned his head around. Upon seeing the other shinobi’s headband, he accepted that he was probably going to receive assistance rather he liked it or not. It didn’t bother him as it would have released some pressure off of him. Samuru thought about it. He could have used a single technique and wiped them all out, but that would have been too easy. Real world experience was always the best way of learning. If he was ever received the chance to train his own team, he knew that he would cast them to the proverbial wolves. Though, he would probably do it with actual wolves as well. It was an interesting thought, but he had other things that needed his attention. He turned his head toward the other shinobi before he said anything.

“You like bloodshed too? This ought to be intriguing. I’ll take the two on the right. Don’t die, will you.”

Samuru gave a scowling look toward the two bandits that he wanted to take on. Many different thoughts about how he wanted to handle them flew through his mind. In his mind, all he could see was their blood being spilled in the streets. There death was imminent. It was like he could almost taste their blood in his mouth. Times like this made Samuru wish that he could feel. He wondered what it felt like to cut through flesh. Seeing it was one thing, but actually feeling it must have been exquisite or so he thought. What sort of death awaited these individuals, he knew not. Samuru wasn’t generally the one for playing around in a fight, but these guys didn’t seem like they would last long. The fear that was in their eyes made him question if he should continue to take these guys with caution or not. His mind seemed to change.

“Come on. If you run away, I’ll just take you all out simultaneously.”

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“Me die impossible.” “No one matches my speed in water or land.”  His sifted his grip and went to attack his targets. “We won’t even waste our jutsus on these pieces of trash.”   He lunged at top speed ready to slash at their throats with Umioni. “No weapons huh a pity.” His movements got faster with each cut attempt.  “There is nothing we can’t cut.” “These look like bandits nothing but an appetizer for us.”He didn’t even bother to glance at the stranger. “Stay out of my way my damn village my justice.”   His moves fluent like water and swift like the wind.  “Eat up Umioni.” “Your meals are here.”  His eyes remained on the bandits watching their movements. “You don’t look like the person I am hunting or his men.” “You live or die depending on how you taste to my friend.”

His mind was focused and the pain had subsided as if his mind was possessed.  He was like a demon enraged ready to slaughter everything and everyone. He kept forcing his body to move faster and faster. He could feel the strain in his muscles and joints.  “Slaughter hunt.” He repeated over and over with each slicing movement. “Bleed you worthless scum.” “Suffer for your sins.”   Umioni’s eye was focused on the bandits as well.  The sheer blood lust and carnage urges were maddening.  “Put up a fight and try and hurt us.” “We will be the reaper to your crimes.” The switch in his mind was flicked and his darker mindset was coming out ready to bring justice.

WC:261

Samuru would take his chances with this other individual’s help. He only gave a quick glance to the other guy, but he wouldn’t turn down the help. Things became a bit easier, but he would be stupid to deny help as this point. The two thugs that he designated to death were finally giving into their desire to take revenge for their dead associate. It wasn’t anything that he considered thrilling. The men definitely didn’t know what or even who they were up against. Though, Samuru was prideful in his own way. He figured that taking these thugs at wouldn’t really make a big difference to Mizu no Kuni. It was only a lifetime ago that he was in a similar situation. Bullying others wasn’t too intriguing if it was toward kids. Bully a small village into submitting to you, that was real power. He believed there was nothing wrong with flexing power. As long as that power didn’t interfere with his job as a shinobi, it wouldn’t have bothered him that much. Samuru did take an oath and he would have to follow what he signed up for. He didn’t have plans on going against that oath to Kirigakure. There was a lot that the village had to offer him and he was planning to milk it for what it was worth.

The bandits prepared themselves for an attack as Samuru attempted to separate himself from the other bandits. Though, it would be there undoing. He didn’t want to do it, but he figured that the other guy was also a Kiri shinobi. This may have played out in their favor. He was at least close enough to memorize where his opponents were in relation to him. Samuru sighed as he performed the hand seals required for the Hidden Mist Jutsu. Suiton chakra began being molded within his lungs and mouth. Out of all that was going on, he would make them regret messing with the good citizens of Mizu no Kuni. Samuru noticed that he was changing overtime. The cruelty that he had towards others started to subside. It was unknown to him why, but it could have easily him starting to understand what it meant to become a shinobi. Joining a hidden village may have been the best choice that he made. He fit in quite nicely with the other shinobi here.

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Kirinito moved harder aiming for opening spots to slice his target each slice was fluent. But it was draining him as he was already tired. He wasn’t messing up but he was getting to into it trying to resist killing them. He could hardly contain the genocidal thoughts. Umioni was taking over his mind. He had not mastered control yet. “I must not kill there isn’t any justice.” His will was straining as he envisioned slaughtered them and feeding them to every last bit to Umioni. It felt all to real as he watched one bandit stumble back and get sliced. “I smell blood.” “I sure as hell isn’t us who shows our superior blood.” “You’re too weak for us.” “You land only dwellers are so pathetic.” “Bleed too easily.” Kirinto spat at the bandit as he was on the ground. As he felt the bandits ally touch him. “Was that your best you piece of crap?” “Maybe I will drag you to the sea and really show my speed.” He saw the fear in both the bandits’ eyes.
“Just like everyone else and they have nothing for me to take from them as a prize.” He held Umioni at the throat of the bandit who fell to the ground. The teeth were so close to the bandit. “Don’t bother tell us your name.” “Your might lose your vocal cords.” He slashed as he watched the bandit pass out from fear. “What a big baby.” He turned over to the bandit that hit him. His eyes showed a coldness that shook the bandit with complete and utter terror. He grabbed the bandits arm shoving Umioni’s teeth on it. “Eat his flesh leave your mark my friend. “ Umioni began to slowly chomp on the bandits arm. “Now for your punishment and probable mental health issues.” Kirinito’s words were cold and emotionless. Every action was calculated and strategized. Not to perfection but for a darker more sinister experiment. “Hope we don’t nerve damage.” “We aren’t that interested in medical stuff.” “Just striking fear into the criminal scum like you.” The bandit began to panic as the pain set in for the human. Blood began to drip from his arm as Umioni bit deeper. “Oh look you bleed easily too.” “Father would have decapitated you and put your head on a pike.” “Me I like to put on a good entertaining show of justice.”

WC:402

Samuru open his mouth as mist began billowing from within his body. The mist blinded the bandits as well as Samuru. The bandits then started muttering about what they should do next. Samuru sighed as they tried to come up with a plan like the Hatake couldn’t hear them. This would be a bit too easy. Earlier he was against it, but there wasn’t much reason to give him to fool around with the thugs. Samuru quickly began losing interest in this fight. The look that he scrounged up said otherwise. It wasn’t like it was a fair fight to begin with. The bandits pretty much lost all hope. They weren’t sure if they could runaway or not. Samuru may have just stood there and listen to their commentary. The constant arguing wasn’t get them out of their current situation. He figured that he would finally step his game a bit. He flourished his sword to remove the blood off of it and sheathed it. This was truly pathetic. These guys started to seem that they weren’t really worth his time. At this point, their deaths would be secured and he could be on his way.

Three more hand seals were formed as lightning expanded from his body. He could hear the screams coming from the men as they took on the electric shock. Their fearful screams traveled through the mist as he could bare witness to their demise. I was only through their pain that the spirit of Mizu no Kuni would be satisfied. The anguish that would be needed for the suffering citizens to feel whole again. One could only imagine what things moved through Samuru’s dark mind as he attempted to torture them to death. He figured that he would give it one more go. Not being able to see them wasn’t much of a problem. His technique wasn’t easily avoidable with how close his opponents were. The technique was one of his staples in his current arsenal of techniques. It was easy to use and didn’t require too much focus. Well, for him at least. Most lightning techniques came quite natural for most if not all remaining Hatake members.

“You are an unlucky lot aren’t you. Should have pick on someone stronger.”

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Kirinito stood still listening Umioni’s feast on the bandit’s arm. His eyes never left the bandits face. “You have no choice it’s either atoning for your sins and for being a land walker.” “Or we brutally slice you.” He could feel Umioni growing from eating. “Don’t eat too much friend.” Blood squirted in Kirinito’s face. “Damn it again.” He wiped it off with his free hand. He could see the bandit getting wuzzy. “Head spinning you piece of trash.” He watched as the bandit’s knees started to buckle. As Umioni moved making more blood come out. “Careful now don’t want you to die.” He grabbed the bandit by the throat forcing him to stand up. “Stay awake damn you.” His grip wasn’t too good as he was tired and a bit weak from hunger. He could smell the blood it was disgusting to him. But yet it made him feel more deranged mentally. He let go of the bandit and the bandit let out a groan. “Looks like an over doing it.” “Scientific analyze.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Land walkers bleed easily and weaker ones do not stand a chance against my speed.”

He untied the wrapping around his free arm and began to tie it to Umioni’s handle. “It is time to clean the blood.” He turned to check on the stranger during his fight. “Are you almost done?” “A guppy could finish them quicker.” As the bandit tried to punch Kirinto was too weak and stumbled on his own feet. “Are you drunk too?” He grabbed the bandit and tried to move him toward the stranger. “Experiment with this one if you want.” “But I kind of broke him.” He could feel the urge to kill the unconscious would pulse in his brain. “Not now friend.” “He will die because his crimes.” “But maybe his wounds would kill him first.” He waited for the unconscious one to stir so he could interrogate him. He didn’t move too far from the unconscious one but could feel himself slowing down. “You’re heavy and slowing me down I’m trying not to end you.” “But your weight is making it hard for me to resist slaughtering you.” He released his grip and decided to maybe hit the bandit some more. He was mesmerized by the blood on the bandit’s arm. “Wonder how much force it would take to snap it with my friend here.”
WC:405

His jutsu remained active as the suffering of the two thugs continued. Their screams almost caused him to miss the sound of the other shinobi make a diss at him. Samuru’s eyes darted toward the voice, but there was no way that the shinobi could see his facial expression. The redhead noticed that the screams of the two men were becoming weaker. Their energy was running low. Based on the sound of their screams, he figured that the suffering of the men was sufficient. Everything was going to go in his favor. His hand firmly gripping his axe handle, he began swinging the blade as he moved slightly forward. The wide arcs of the blade each with the smell of blood and burning flesh from his jutsu. He continued to swing and swing and swing. The blood staining the mist as he mercilessly cut down his opponents. Samuru no longer really cared. There was no way he was letting the thugs leave alive. It may have crossed his mind once or twice, but the kid would be safe at least. In doing this, no one could truly say that he had never saved anybody. He never considered himself a hero. He was just a shinobi that was doing his job.

Eventually the men’s screaming ceased. Samuru grunted as he started to make his way toward the constant talking of the guy he temporarily deemed an associate. His axe on his shoulder as he exited the thick mist covered in blood. The former clan of raiders he ran with would have cheered as he was covered in blood. That would hold true if most of them weren’t dead. Samuru looked down at his garments and knew that he would need to clean up. The shops in this village didn’t care too much for walking in covered in blood. Luckily, he wouldn’t get turned away at the door. Samuru didn’t want to smell like blood the rest of the day. It would toy with him too much and he didn’t need that. The color of blood is an excellent shade or red. There was nothing like it.

As he watched the very talkative individual, he slightly cocked his head to the side. He stood on the edge of the mist as he watched the scene before him. Samuru found it interesting that the male, or who he thought was a male, would criticize him for being slow. The redhead thought that he could easily take him out like he did the other thugs. The guy decided to help, so he would stay his blade. Plus actually looking at him, he definitely was a Kiri shinobi. Samuru didn’t want to explain why he killed a comrade. It wasn’t like he was truly insulted or anything. Then the thought came to him that he could have easily just left the scene. He wanted to make sure that his comrade actually finished the job. It seemed like he was wasting time.

“Oh, it seems like you must be less than a guppy. Your opponent’s aren’t dead enough. They need to be a lifeless corpse,” he said slow and unamusingly.

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“At any rate they will die from injuries or animal.” “You dare think im slow not even close.” “No one can match my high speed movements.” He put on the bandits throat. “Now their fate is for me to decide not you.” “You are nothing but a pathetic land walker.” “You are still an outsider and to me that means a toy to be played with until broken.” His eyes never left the bandit by him. “If you want to kill him be my guest.” He put Umioni to the bandit’s throat to deliver the killing bite. “But he’s already been bitten to death.” He watched as the bandit look humanly last breath. Umioni began to turn to its original size before he grew from the blood. “Oh look normal size now.” “Yes it can’t handle the feast yet.” He looked at the unconscious bandit stirring finally. “It you about time land walker.” He walked over ready to get another gory feast for Umioni. “Have to master this soon grow it and sharpen its teeth.” He put Umioni at the face of the bandit. “Eat up.” “Get stronger.” “Become a true demon of the ocean.” As Umioni began to bite and eat the flesh from the bandit’s face. Blood was starting to spray and splash. “Not again I really need to be quicker on the dodge.” Kirinto began to get washed with blood. “This is going to take several deep dives to get rid of.” “Let’s see how long you last.” “Your crimes have been your undoing.”
He began to slowly Umioni to the down his face toward his throat. The bite became a deep gash that would never heal right as the bandit’s flesh on his face began to get a gash from forehead to chin. Kirinito’s body ached but the slaughter was causing a bit of a relaxation state temporarily killing his ache. He had never been relaxed in his life. This was a very odd and strange sensation. Slightly jarring to him but he didn’t show emotion. The bandit screamed in pain as Umioni grew closer to the center of the bandit’s throat. There was not a need to delay the inevitable. Death’s bell rang for the bandit. Soon he would join the bandit or be ghost who knows. They were such boring fights they were. Kirinito required a challenge some to wet his combative lust. Fight after fight everyone dropped to easily. They barely even were doing leaving a scratch to Kirinto. He began to hate wasting his jutsus on the scum. Why should he even try when they were beneath him and his power. He felt like a god but much darker like something from the underworld. He was boring and growing insatiable with everyone. There was no real point for him to even lift a finger and their weapons were all to flimsy so he didn’t even bother to loot them.
WC:487

Samuru hummed lowly at the guy’s comments. There were plenty of people that he met who were like him. The other Kiri nin made him watch with caution. Samuru would admit that he was prideful, but at least he tested his abilities among others to gauge his strength. This guy spouted on about his unmatched speed and abilities. Samuru figured that this guy was a danger to himself if not to anyone who would be his teammate. That kind of pride would get you killed. Samuru had seen many rise and fall over the course of his life. He was no longer the guy who thought that his abilities were unparalleled. Once you got your butt kick a few times, it was definitely a humbling experience. Samuru hoped that the guy would find his humbling experience soon. The Hatake wasn’t in the business of teaching lessons. The guy wasn’t really of any interest to him outside of his weapon. Though, he preferred that his weapons to be in his weapons to do what he wanted to. Plus, Samuru didn’t care too much for disrespect. There was no real reason for him to stick around anymore. It was time for him to leave.

“Well, have fun. I have no reason to stick around. This blood won’t clean itself off.”

The Hatake turned around and began making his way the direction he was going earlier. Before he moved on, he took a good look and the cuts that his victims bore. He made a note that he should have been more consistent with the cuts. The bodies were still smoking from his jutsu. There was not much left for him to do. He was fine with the results he made. The kid that was getting attacked stood and seemed to watch as he saw everything go down. Samuru then noticed that the kid had a fake Kiri headband. The first thought that came across his mind that the boy needed work. Samuru had the mind to keep walking, but decided to stop and crouch to eye level of the boy.

“Hey kid, go to the ninja academy. You want to continue getting beat up for the rest of your life? Learn a craft and hone it. One day get strong enough to fight me.”

There was a light pat on the kid’s head as he started to make his way to the closest bathhouse. The blood started to dry on his clothes and he didn’t like the idea of having his clothes stained. Cleaning off blood typically sucked, but it was something he had gotten used to. He sighed as he continued walking up the street. Samuru would leave the other guy to his own devices. He had no will to play around with a bunch of weaklings. There was nothing to gain from it. If you were going to kill the thugs, just do it. Why waste time and drag this on? It wasn’t like it really mattered anyway.

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Training: TBA

Kirinito began to re wrap up Umioni. “My patience has grown thin but my patrols shall not end.”  He tied Umioni on his arm. “My friend we are off to patrol the village for more scum. “You did better than usual.”  He went to leave and saw the person getting bullied. “Do not grovel for me to kill you.” “Go the academy get stronger.”  He then looked off and saw his fear.  “If you manage to last in that maybe you won’t be worthless.” He wandered off for his next patrol. “Justice was served.”  He ignored everything the bullied one said. “Now more searching one of them has to have the answers I seek.”

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