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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
x
A note is how this adventure started. A note that was so out of place that Fuyuko just had to investigate it. It was found in a drawer in a warehouse along the Tobirama river. Not just any warehouse it was one that thugs operated out of. Whether the people that were in the warehouse were aware of it or not, they had become the lowest scum in life possible to her. Finding out that people were being smuggled triggered something inside of her, a feeling she could never have imagined possessing herself. Without regret, with no mercy and without initially realizing it she had started to slaughter the people that were inside of it. By the time she ‘came to,’ it was already done, the bodies were already piled up and there was nothing she could do to reverse the process. It left her scared, she wasn’t sure if she recognized herself anymore when she looked in the mirror.
However, as much as she wanted to self-reflect on things that had transpired, there was no time. The clock kept ticking and work wouldn’t wait for a vigilante. For the time being, she would just have to press forward and keep on going. There was no time for rest until she had reached the bottom of this whole fiasco. For that she had the note analyzed by Konoha’s intelligence department, to give her a clue in which direction she should search. There were two reasons she was obsessed with this note. The first one, compared to the other one, wasn’t all that significant. It was the content that was written on the note.
Jack, I hope you are aware of the urgency of the coming shipping. If you can’t deliver on time… things will have to change. And well, you and I both know that we wouldn’t like that very much. So make sure that you get your shit together. Mother was very displeased with the last one.
Tomoya.
The content had only gotten somewhat interesting because of the things she had found later on in the warehouse. It was the second reason that made her ‘obsessed’ with the note, the manner in which it was written. It was too elegant and noble like for her liking. Her skin crawled thinking about it, that people were interested in these kinds of things. Although admittedly she wasn’t entirely sure what it was that they needed the people for, it still made her sick to her stomach.
After handing off the note she paced back and forth. Impatient as hell and eager to continue the hunt, however, it had started to distract the person she had handed the note to. And so she was asked to leave the building and wait at home or be escorted out. Reluctantly she left the building by herself and found herself pacing back and forth in the living room of Takao’s house. The person had told her, after all, it wouldn’t take all that long and he’d send a messenger bird with the details once he had figured out the origin of the handwriting. Despite that, every second that she didn’t know more about the letter was one too many.
Eventually, the bird did arrive and she quickly snatched the scroll off of it and send it back. It gave her some bad and good news. The bad news was that he wasn’t able to pinpoint the handwriting on a person or family, however, he did manage to figure out in which city it was most likely to have originated. One of the southern ports of the land of fire, Teichaku. A rich city that housed several rich families.
Once she had finished reading the note her gut feeling told her that the intelligence worker had nailed at least the general location. Without waiting any longer Fuyuko left the house and dashed towards the city. Her blood began to boil and a hint of murderous intent came forward again. It was that same feeling that she felt when her hand sliced through those thugs. It sent a chill down her spine and gave her goosebumps all over. Luckily she had a bit of time to calm herself down before she would even reach the city. And even if she did reach the city with that feeling, there was no one to take out on still. She only had a direction, the rest was up to her.
After arriving at the city there was a lot of information gathering that she would need to do and so she shrouded herself in mystery and disappeared in the shadows of the city. Eyes and ears wide open taking in all the information that was available to her. While it was possible to also activate her Sharingan and potentially gather a lot more information, she was very against that idea. The way it made her vision different would remind her of what had transpired in the warehouse, not only that, it would remind her of what Takao had told her. While she wasn’t entirely sure how true it was what he said and if just having them active would actually awaken the curse of hatred. Fuyuko wasn’t willing to take the risk, she didn’t want to find herself plunging into darkness.
Having been in the shadows of the city for several days by now Fuyuko had learned a great deal more about it. Most of it was irrelevant things. There was however one thing that had opened her eyes a little bit. Her ‘sheltered’ youth had left her a little bit ignorant. The farmland and very little interaction with other people had made her unaware of how rich people tend to behave to those that weren’t off as well. It had opened her naïve eyes. The more she learned about the world, the more she started to dislike it. Perhaps it was because she was in foreign lands that she finally noticed it or that the nobleman in Kirigakure just minded their own business more, but it became evident to her that people really liked to show off how prosperous they were and look down upon those that weren’t like them.
The other thing she had come to know was related to the entire reason she had come here in the first place. While not entirely sure which nobleman or noblewoman it belonged to, she was however capable of narrowing it down to two candidates. Two families that lived right next to each other had very similar handwriting. Her not being well known on the matter couldn’t deceiver the differences either, so it was time to shadow the two families.
Fuyuko had perched herself on a tall building not too far from the two houses and would watch over them during the nights in an attempt to pick up on any potential clues. It was the first of potentially many nights that she could find herself in the tower. She had looked at breaking into the buildings however the security was rather tight and their patterns were still unknown to her at this point. It was by far the safer choice to just stay in the tower for the time being. If she was incapable of advancing her searches through observations at the very least she could learn the guards patterns and then still infiltrate eventually.
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Takao

Takao


S-rank
A noblehouse and a secret organiztion [Takao] D6ehE4O

Teichaku was a terribly debaucherous place. He disliked the bustling night life that the growing city sold like products off a store shelf, yet it was what drew so many in, even from distant and foreign countries. There wasn't anything quite like it, not in the Fire Country, and not even Konoha itself. There were more people in the small city than even the most dense parts of the Hidden Leaf, making it seem so much larger and so much more populous despite hosting only a small, small fraction. Perhaps that was one facet of what he disliked the most. So many people across such a small area was disaster when the worst would happen. An era of long peace was what built the city, but peace would not exist forever.

Takao wasn't in Teichaku to take in the sights. He was lingering within the city for a specific purpose. Two agents of his had been dispatched, each with a specific purpose. One was a seasoned veteran, an old ally from his time in the Konoha Black Ops, who he had brought into ROOT to aid in the protection of the Leaf. The other was a novice, and this was his first time taking on an assignment without being shadowed properly. Both were given a task of varying importance. The former had the more important task of directly spying on particular individuals without their knowing. Given such individual's penchant for shinobi guardsmen, it would be a rough task to accomplish, but it was entrusted to him all the same. The latter merely needed to plant evidence. He already knew what these particular individuals were up to, but prosecution was not so cut and dry. Merely knowing was not enough, they needed proof.

Nightfall was their queue to move. Darkness failed to envelop Teichaku, the bright city lights and bustling nightlife kept it alive and brilliant, but the shroud of twilight would act as their cover all the same. They set about their tasks, the senior operative disappearing into thin air whilst the junior sank into the shadows, effortlessly slipping through the darkness of alleys and pathways.

He made short work of entering the house, one of two that evidence needed to be planted within, and released his technique. There was nobody home, he knew that much, so he went about his nefarious, albeit good-natured deeds. Papers hidden within other papers, particularly incriminating items and artifacts, convenient lapses in ledgers and alibis. Takao had planned it all out start to finish, when the evidence was planted, all that was needed would be to inspire the local police to administer a search, which would be easily done.

While it all transpired, Takao sat atop a building so tall he swore it touched the clouds. It wasn't as high up as the Hokage's faces, yet it felt even taller. From behind the cold black shell of his mask, bitter pools of ebony cast their scrupulous gaze down upon the city's decadence. He was dressed in black garb, from boot to mask, not a semblance of his scarred skin was visible. He didn't expect anything to go wrong, but preparing for the unexpected was one of the most basic facets of being a shinobi.

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
x
Perched on the rooftop Fuyuko gazed and gazed. Day in and day out she patiently watched over the two houses gathering information about them. While she started out while a lot of determination and energy to stake out the houses, after a few days of nothing really happening, her motivation was really put to the test. Because of the position of the houses and their surroundings there were very little places from which she could actually scout the places out without treading on the territory of the houses. Because of that most of her watch was just looking at blank walls waiting for something to happen.
Day in, day out hardly anything happened in or around the house. Little by little she would learn more about it, the patrol routes of the guards. When every meal was served and by which servant. The set routine that found place was ridiculous. Nothing in the house appeared to be happening without a pattern, one pattern was harder to decipher than the harder, but there was no exception, everything followed a strict set of rules. And it wasn't just the case that only one of the two houses was like this, no. They were both the same, with just different schedules. "Is this how nobles live?" she questioned to herself relatively soon into the investigation.
After a couple of days, both houses were empty after 5 o'clock in the afternoon. She didn't know why, but there was no one home. The houses stayed dark as the sun slowly set below the horizon. Nothing happened. However, it was important, especially tonight to stay awake and pay close attention. It would be these kind of nights that something would happen the moment she didn't have her gaze fixated on the buildings. The seconds dragged on into minutes which slowly turned into hours, but nothing.
Her eyelids that had become heavy from boredom shot open. Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets as something had happened. It was but a brief moment, but it was definitely there. The clear skies let the moonlight shine through this night and allowed her to spot it. It was but a shadow and for the briefest amount of time, but something happened. Not waiting a second longer, Fuyuko dashed towards the house and got herself inside the building through the window where she saw the shadow move.
Silent steps let the way through the potentially empty house. She wasn't sure if the shadow left or entered the house, it was too fast to spot which direction it moved with her heavy eyes, but she was at least certain that it was there. With a kunai in hand she made her way through the house, silently checking every nook and cranny that the house had to offer. The insides of the house were much like how Fuyuko expected it to be. Extravagant as hell and way to tidy, nothing was out of place, everything was a straight as it could be. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. One after another the rooms were just normal.
That was until she checked one of the many studies that were in the house. After having checked countless rooms she found something that wasn't like the other rooms. It was the slightest of things, just like the shadow that she spotted. One of the drawers on the desk was less closed than the others. Still no one had come within a meter radius of her, she was still in the clear. Slowly and carefully she pulled the drawer further open, wary of any possible trap that could have been laid. But nothing of the sorts happened. There was just a big pile of papers, but they were all neatly stacked again, like everything else in the house. Regardless, she pulled out the entire stack of papers and put them on the desk. Shifting through the pages to find none interesting page after the other. Until her eyes fell on a single paper, it was simple, yet horrifying. She wasn't quite sure what to believe when she read it.
Word Count

693 | 1939

Takao

Takao


S-rank
A noblehouse and a secret organiztion [Takao] D6ehE4O

Bitter-cold pools of midnight watched from behind an obsidian shell as a shadow moved within the faint light of the window. His brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. This was the new one, the rookie, whose abilities were rough and talented, yet unrefined and unhoned. It wouldn't have been a problem that he let himself be revealed in the home, shouldn't have been, Takao had accounted for all of the shinobi in the area and all of the ANBU's deployments, and none were of particular note. But fate was seldom so kind to planning.

His gaze shifted to the wall nearest to him of the house that the ROOT Operative had entered some several hundred meters away. He hadn't seen who or what it was, but something entered the house behind him, and he could see their shadow moving through the building heading for the main study. He sucked in a breath. No ANBU should've been in the area. No shinobi either. Was it a rogue operative he hadn't seen and accounted for?

No matter, he thought as he stood. It would be a good learning opportunity for the ROOT Operative, and Takao himself was eager to see who had entered. He stepped forward off the edge of the building and planted his foot firmly on the vertical surface, mocking the force of gravity as he took a few careful steps down. His physical form flickered away from sight as light bent around him and to the naked eye, it was like he no longer existed. He charged a swathe of chakra to his legs and quietly burst from the building's outer surface, then used powerful bursts of silent wind from strategically placed jets at his back to carry him the rest of the way. He landed without so much as a shift in the dirt he stood upon, and silently walked into the house.

Inside, while Fuyuko searched the building, the Operative had seen her approach. From behind his mask, pale milkwhite eyes flanked by thick protruding veins had seen her approach. By the time she entered the study and snooped through the drawers and papers, he was gone.

Most of the papers on the desk lacked anything of interest. Primarily invoices for shipments, papers from ledgers that tracked various spending. However, there was one, a paper that was not native to the stack but looked just like any other, that Fuyuko pulled out. Its contents were incriminating, proposed some sort of malicious deal between the cities of Teichaku and Kasai, and confirmed quiet suspicions of deals in piracy.

Then, from behind Fuyuko, stepping out of the darkness like a sentient shadow shaped like a man half a head taller than her, the ROOT operative appeared. He quietly slid a kunai from his hand and took a careful, deafened step forward, then when he was within a meter's range, he thrust his hand forward and bent his arm at the elbow in an earnest attempt at snaking it around her body and holding it close to her throat.

"Who are you?"

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank

x
Be it because Fuyuko was too deep in thought or that her senses weren't as used to the sensory inputs from her Senjutsu the man that was hidden inside the room with her went unnoticed. Nor was she paying much of any attention to the sensory inputs anyway as her eyes shifted from left to right, down a line, left to right and repeat. The contents of the documents left her flabbergasted. How could... why are... Sentences and thoughts couldn't fully formulate inside of her head as her eyes kept feeding her brain with more information. Appalling. That was the only thought and emotion that could truly manifest itself while and after reading the document.
However, as she kept staring at the letter in disbelief, as if she was trying to convince herself that was she had just read wasn't true by reading it again. Her sensory inputs had finally gotten through to her, but it was too late. From behind, seemingly out of nowhere a figure appeared. There was too little time for her to react to it and so his hand that was holding the kunai slid in front of her. The kunai was firmly pressed against her throat but it hadn't caused her any damage yet.
The figure posed a fairly straightforward question, who was she. Fuyuko tried her best to remain calm, but was still a little bit shook. Yes she was a shinobi, but it was the first time she found herself in an ambush that she didn't physically see coming, it was a different beast being attacked out of thin air.
It was now vital to analyze the situation as quickly as possible and go over as many options of escape without triggering the assailant. Her identity was clearly unknown, she was also wearing her ANBU mask, with which she could mask her voice. Her identity could remain safe, but what could she do about the kunai that was 'stuck' to her throat? Her hands couldn't possibly reach that far without the person starting to slit her throat. And while it probably wouldn't be fatal, getting damaged and leaving her prints behind on the crime scene wasn't a good plan either.
Before more thoughts could cross her mind the figure spoke up again, the same question, but more demanding and more frustrated by her silence. They were a bit away from the wall and hopefully he wouldn't be ready for the counter pressure. Without thinking too much more about it or agitating the person more Fuyuko tensed the muscles in her legs and used it to push backwards. Unfortunately it would appear that the person proper footing and hardly budged, and while the pressure on her throat was shortly relieved, it wasn't enough for her hands to reach all the way and attempt to disarm them. The piece of paper she was holding slowly fell towards the floor as the air carried it down.
Clearly annoyed and possibly mad the man asked it one final time. She had to buy more time and think about the situation more. So for now all she could do was answer. "I'm part of Kirigakure's ANBU, investigating a case in this town and you're impeding the process at the moment." Her voice was changed to a random civilian that she had heard in town, but stern nonetheless. Hopefully telling him that she was from Kirigakure would make him think twice about continuing any funny actions.
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590 | 2529

Takao

Takao


S-rank
A noblehouse and a secret organiztion [Takao] D6ehE4O

Noiseless footsteps carried him through the long halls of the luxurious home, not so much as a creak in an old floorboard whined to alert them of his presence. He could hear their voices clear as day despite them being in another wing, one familiar and one not. His flame-hued gaze trailed straight down the hallway and then sidelong to the two pairs of technicolour heat. His eyes narrowed on the face of the Operative, then trailed to the ANBU and lingered. He saw her face, her familiar face, and he stopped in place. As he stared, a pang of anxiety rang like a bell in his chest. Of all the people in the world, every single being alive, it had to be her.

It made him terribly uncomfortable but Takao was a master at his cold façade. He kept a breath ready with volatile chakra swirling in his lungs, but never producing an effect, merely staying at the ready in case he needed it. Steady footsteps carried him toward the door and the shroud of chakra that cloaked him shimmered away into obscurity as he stepped through the threshold, his presence made known.

"I suppose it is quite in character for Mist shinobi to meddle in matters that do not concern them." He picked a particular way of speaking that differed from his norm. Different pronunciation, varying cadence to contrast with his habitual monotone, and a shift in pitch alongside metallic undertones. He pulled out the chair on the side of the desk opposite of Fuyuko and the ROOT operative and sat, kicked clean boots up onto the table, and stared behind the midnight-black shell of his mask.

"It is just a smidge suspicious for a Mist ANBU to be skulking around a Fire Country city late in the night. One might even think it nefarious." Shifting emphasis kept his tonality in perpetual fluctuation, distancing any semblance of relation to his natural speaking patterns.

"Neither one of us is stupid, I can tell that much. We both know the other shouldn't be here, yet here we are. So-- let us not do anything that might cause unnecessary complications. However..." Takao's hand lifted, and gloved digits gestured toward the shinobi who stood behind her. He watched the kunai slide closer to Fuyuko's throat and repressed all desire to act despite the burning in his gut that made his legs tense. Nothing would happen to her, he thought to himself, Just don't do anything crazy...

"The advantages of the situation have been tilted quite a deal in my favour. So, here's what we'll do. I ask a question, you answer. Then you ask a question, and I answer. When we're done, we all walk away without a scratch." His hands steepled and his gaze pierced the mask she wore, following the familiar contours of her cheek down to her jaw. He didn't like this at all.

"I'll start. What are you investigating?"

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank

x
Fuyuko was anticipating a noise from behind, but instead got one from in front of her, just after another signature walked in range of her passive sensory ranges. As if her luck wasn't already bad enough, it would appear that she was going to be outnumbered two to one. It was quite the pickle she found herself in, but at least this would give her some more time to think about some possible escape routes. However, her mind would be slightly distracted from this as she took in the presence of the figure. The moment her eyes saw the clad black figure from behind her mask a bit of unease overcame her. As soon as they walked into the room it was like she was being smothered. Almost like she was covered by a blanket of authority. Where she was confident a couple of seconds ago that she could escape from the one that was holding her and escape was a certainty, it felt like that had become a dream now.
When the man of authority commented on how shinobi from the mist generally behaved Fuyuko couldn't help but get agitated. "Tch" she let out audibly, making her verbal protest known without opposing the pair too much. The lax behavior that the man portrayed by leaning back in a chair wasn't helping either. Everything about this man was making her more nervous, more on edge. "If he's so relaxed there's no way he's afraid of what I could possibly be capable of doing... What do they know?" The latter part of her thought sounding relatively agitated inside of her head, almost angry. But all she could do for the time being was listen to what more the man had to say.
The man proposed a fairly simple 'game', you answer you ask. It's fairly straight forward and with their 'high' ground they obviously got to start first. But despite the predicament that she found herself in, she had no intention to give them the correct answers, so she'd just play along with the game and try to gain as much information from it without giving them much.
"What I'm investigating?... There is a group of criminals that are doing horrible things. Think like kidnapping and selling people for instance. We have reasons to believe that they're being funded from somewhere outside of the nation, so I've been sent to investigate it." The truth in her response was somewhere in the middle, it wasn't entirely the truth, but it wasn't a complete lie either. She just hoped it was enough for them to buy into it.
Now it was her turn. "What are you doing here?" It was essentially the same question they just asked her, but it was the first step into finding out what they were doing here. However, almost instantly after asking the question she realized she wasn't specific enough. It was incredibly easy for the man to answer her question without giving her even the slightest bit of information. All she could do now was hope that wouldn't be the case.
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Takao

Takao


S-rank
A noblehouse and a secret organiztion [Takao] D6ehE4O

Every action needed to be calculated, to be different from how he was in ways that he'd never fully taken note of, because she was the most familiar with the most subtle of his mannerisms. She was a shinobi, after all, even if they were together, he knew that the mindset never truly left.

"Well, this is a bit of an awkward coincidence, isn't it?" A forced chuckle rolled through his throat, yet the gesture sounded disingenuous, looked inhuman behind the black shell that covered his face.

"I'm here for the same reason. Merely investigating some wrongdoing, seeing how much of it is real and how much of it is rumour. So, really, we aren't enemies, are we?" Takao's hand rose and he waved. The operative that held the kunai to her neck reluctantly pulled his blade away from Fuyuko. It wasn't smart of him to do but he couldn't stand to watch the steel rest against her skin any longer. When it finally parted ways with her, he forced himself to keep from exhaling a breath of relief.

"We've been given a fortunate, if not odd opportunity. So why don't we pool our knowledge?" He didn't truly want that, but he did want to know how much the Hidden Mist knew about the inner workings of the Leaf. Takao loved Fuyuko but she was here, in the Fire Country, acting as Kirigakure Black Ops in-uniform, and he didn't know what to think of it. Was this the Mist making a move to see how much they could push before they were pushed back? Was it not so simple, and instead there were layers of complexity to their presence in the Hidden Leaf? He didn't know, and not knowing made his stomach churn.

"Perhaps we might find our answers quicker that way. Save more lives." Despite his interest in knowing what the Mist was here in his homeland, his words rang with a degree of truth. He was here to save lives, perhaps using means that were not the most moral, nor the most lawful, but they were what he deemed the most effective, and shinobi-- and he-- was trained to be effective, not moral. He knew that Fuyuko wanted that as well, or he thought that she might. Perhaps all of this Leaf-versus-Mist paranoia that flooded his thoughts was all for nothing, and she was merely here acting on her own accord. She had a good heart, and he knew that if she had the opportunity to save people, she would do so.

"You are in my home... land, that is. So, why don't you tell me what you know first?" His helmed head tilted and his gaze did not linger on her. It couldn't. If he kept looking at her face, his façade would falter, he would make a mistake in the warmth and comfort that her visage brought him. Thankfully his shell hid where his gaze laid, for the most part.

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank

x
Something felt off, she wasn't sure what it was, but something wasn't adding up in the puzzle. Just mere seconds ago her throat could've been slit if she misspoke or took a misstep, yet here she is now, completely in the clear. For what? Just because she said she was investigating something and they just so happened to be doing the same thing?
"Yeah... isn't that fortunate..." a forced laugh followed, but one could easily tell that her words weren't fully genuine, they were filled with a noticeable amount of skepticism. The conversation would have to reveal more puzzle pieces to her in order to solve it. She was fairly certain that they weren't part of the Konohagakure ANBU, at the very least, they didn't dress like it. Where they part of another secret organization? Or were they perhaps a source from outside of the country?
The latter of her theories was pretty much instantly shafted as well, be it intentional or unintentional, they did proclaim to be from the country they were currently present in. Perhaps the idea wasn't completely shafted, but it was definitely put down low on the list of possible theories. But how was she going to ramble herself out of the next obstacle, the ball was again in her court, it was her move to make, but what move could she make?
At the same time, as much as she liked wanting to find out more about the scenario she found herself in, she felt a lot more cooperative when the blade was still glued to her throat and despite it being removed from there, she had hardly moved an inch. Now that she was 'free' the option of wanting to escape became more attractive as each second passed by, because while yes they appeared to be friendly, she had no clue what their intentions were. The shinobi world was weird and cruel, it was very well possible that they were lulling her into a false sense of security only to take her out when they heard what they wanted to know.
In the end she came to the conclusion that flight was definitely the better option than fight. But she would need a bit of a distraction first, helping her give herself a head start, although recalling the events made her feel sick to her stomach. "Well you see, we tracked a shipment from the mist to one of the warehouses in Konoha. That's where we investigated the warehouse in which..." Her hands moved fast and so did her legs taking of in an instant. Lightning chakra giving her a surge of speed while the sound of birds chirping filled the room. Thrusting her arm forward through the walls in front of her till she was outside the complex at which point she undid her technique. It was quite the sign it gave off revealing her whereabouts. Her black clothing helping her mask in the darkness of the night, shifting through the buildings and streets of the city, until she felt like she had ran far enough to catch her breath for a moment.
She had garnered some information from the whole ordeal. She knew the family that was behind the thing that transpired inside the warehouse in Konoha, but also found a possible extra lead. While she was unsure of the full details and had to leave the letter in the room with those two men, she did remember what they were trying to frame onto them. It had to do with the piracy that was going on in in another port town not too far away from where she was now. It was worth looking into at the very least, but she would have to tread more carefully, dark shadows were moving across the lands of this country.
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