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Punch after punch. The speed behind the youth’s fists unhindered by the altered gravity. His determination permitting him to defeat any and all odds set before him. Although his speed remained quick and free from slow effects, his other muscles were being tested. His calves flexed as they supported, both, his weight as well as the modified leotard equipped onto his person. The black suit designed to be far heavier than normal cloth and spandex. Weighing him down as it was intended to. His legs keeping him standing through sheer strength alone. Rensu ignored the pain aching in his calves, however. As he was totally focused on his current exercise. His eyes serious and darting to every bubble of Ki he expelled. Intentionally producing a volley of Ki that he was supposed to deflect with his fists. His speed playing a mighty factor in terms of whether he'd obtain success or not. His breathes controlled, hence his decision in light grunts. Rensu varied his actions, however. Counting and tallying what was either: Captured, meaning he opened his hand and swiped the Ki and absorbed it. Deflected, which required him to punch the orb away. Or missed, which meant contact to his torso or legs. His goal to Deflect more than Capture. In a real combat situation, he wouldn't be able to absorb foreign Ki. Or...would he? Eh.
His exercise lasted for some time. His sense of precision being buffed and honed with each passing moment. His hands moving quickly, like two blurs of red. Golden orbs flying about, smashing into walls for what was deflected. Whatever was absorbed resulted in a quick flash of gold to radiate around the young Saiyajin. Signalling he was replenished by one for every orb. Regardless of that, it seemed that his Deflect to Capture ratio was more so in his deflections favor. Not like there was anything wrong with that. It simply meant he was more than capable of avoiding anything coming at him. Perfect. The exercise ended after a few more minutes. The overall score following as such: One hundred and fifty deflections, one hundred and twenty five absorptions and ninety four misses. The misses apparent, as his clothes were singed and smoke rose from his body. No biggie.
Rensu smiled some as he dusted his torso off. Huffing heavily but swiftly moving to his next exercise. Time was of the essence. It didn't matter how much he put out if he didnt take advantage of his absolute durability. Jogging to his weight sets, Rensu swiped up two dumbbells. Both being two hundreds, resulting in an overall four hundred pounds. However, he was not curling. Instead, he set them on the ground. As gentle as he was, there was still a thunderous thud sound. His body straight and hovering above the ground, thanks to his toes being planted down and his hands gripping tightly on each handle of each weight, he gulped heavily. His body began dipping and rising. With each rise up, he lifted a corresponding arm. One down, one up and then raise his left arm while keeping it at a ninety degree angle. Then again, one down, one up and then raise the right arm at an angle. Repeat until he smashed his goal of five hundred. A taunting feat for someone like him but attainable! He knew he could. The act was grueling. As with each easy dip, an arduous raise followed. Sweat dripping from his jaw. Like a waterfall, humorously, was one way to describe his perspiration output. His teeth clenched tightly. His arms trembling as he reached the mid four hundreds. His body kicking into an overdrive. Hammering out the final fifty into five hundred. His eyes becoming fierce and frustration building up. The type that oft came about when one was disappointed in themselves. He had to defeat this! No way he'd leave this chamber without crushing this! <I will beat this..! Don't ditch me now, body!!> The boy thought to himself. Unable to speak as he needed to maintain his breathing.
The moment five hundred came about, he rose up onto his knees. Huffing and puffing before standing back up. His weights racked and the boy jumping high into the air. Grappling a rope he had set up in the previous nights. His ankles being tied up tightly together. The purpose of this activity to strengthen up his core and overall durability. With both hands clasped together behind his head, Rensu began his inverted sit ups. Heavy breaths escaping him. Grunts mixed with his huffs. <Ugh! Can't quit! Won't quit!> He motivated himself. Something he needed. After all, Saiyajin weren't exactly the type of race to compliment one another unless an impossible feat was completed. Rensu worked hard. Each rise up was tough. His stomach began to hurt quite badly. It ached even. But he didn't stop. Hammering out a swift five hundred. His stomach red and twitching the moment he released his binds. Crashing onto the ground loudly. Unsurprisingly, he landed in a large puddle of sweat. His bodily fluid dripping onto floor under him. Now, even if Rensu was a super powered youngster, it still hurt. He rubbed his back and rose up. Standing right up, he folded his arms.
<I wonder..can I be like them? The King, his staff and everyone else? It feels so far off. That form. Super Saiyajin. Can I become one, too..?> Rensu began thinking. <Maybe...I just need to keep training and power up. That's the key, isn't it? It must be. After all, everyone who can transform is super high up...one day. I'll unlock it! And more, I'll obtain a form higher than Super Saiyajin! I can feel it now! So long as I have my pride and drive, I'll embody the spirit of the Saiyajin in my form! Yes!> He seemed to successfully hype himself up. It was certainly something. But, enough thinking. He had to keep training, like he had just thought. Lifting himself into air, Rensu began moving. Kicking the air, alternating legs equally. A flurry of attacks striking the air and breaking the world around him. The impact of his foot to the gravity about making booming noises. Each flurry resulting in forty hits total. Alternating equalling more. His fists came after. Alternating each flurry of punches. Quick and clean. His body tiring out as he forced himself to power on. He'd land on the floor again. Performing a series of backflips that'd end with him sitting down, Rensu grasped his cheek and rested his elbow on his leg. Collecting his breath. His mind focused on regenerating whatever energy it could. He needed it. He couldn't leave this chamber without earning a new strength.
Springing up, Rensu flipped forward and hopped to his feet. Attacking the air. Punching and slipping each hand around one another. As if they were two snakes dancing and striking at one another while at the same time, perfectly dodging each other. Like a finely choreographed dance. Upon one last strike, Rensu brought one fist up. Slamming it to the ground and opening his hand right before impact. Releasing an orb of Ki into the ground and making it travel forth before having it explode outwards. Leaving a black mark on his floor. The explosion felt weak, but it was something. A new technique. <Seismo.> He grunted. That was it's name. The technique would be referred to as Seismo, due to how it erupted from the ground. Like an earthquake and its measured by how seismic it was. He felt clever.
Post by Cynder(Ash) on Jun 15, 2017 9:45:32 GMT -5
Ash had been training non-stop with the parameters of the testing stages she was continuously being placed through. However lately she had been working upon upgrading herself even further. She found that she just wasn’t far enough yet for her power to truly be where it was needed. She had so much further to go if she truly wished to reach the pinnacle of her capabilities. She couldn’t deny that he abilities have significantly improved along with her own data now with semi-limited access to the free world. Still, any type of freedom was worth such, and as long as she served the queen continuously faithful. Well then it meant more for sure that she was going to reach a true mechanical perfection, she already felt her own body was reaching near that. In fact, it was time for her next upgrade. She had taken extreme care with its design, a simple ease considering her much further enhanced mind.
She reached deep inside of her own mind as she began to activate the trigger for her update, all for a single moment everything went seemingly blank. Only to reappear in a moment in an ethereal form. She watched as the nanobots got to work changing her body at the points needed. She watched as her fingers gained retractable claws and her energy conductor being coated by the newer made material. A material made by the nano-sized machines as they tightened the molecular structures of the metals making them far more resilient and changing them entirely. She watched as her tail was slowly stripped and replaced coincidently at the same time. This new metal coating it and giving it a far slicker design with the end tail being even sharper than before. Her old bones that still remained were all but gone now, replaced by this new metal as she watched her own strength growing larger and larger. Next came seemingly her head, she watched as the hair was extended further, but that was seemingly all that was needed minus a new shining to keep her face from scarring nearly as easily. Her power had grown so vastly, seemingly as simple as that it was all done, she felt herself being slipped back into the mind of her body. As she waited a few moments to reconnect fully, she could feel her new power. Vastly stronger than before, and if she were to increase her own base strength, possibly stronger than most here. It was all so perfect and now her vision truly was clear, she could see the world for everything it really was, most options being easily available to her mechanical mortal mind. Unpredictability combined with mechanical perfection of predictability. A perfect combination and optimal combat upgrade.
She began to test her scanning utilities, she found someone training in further intense gravity, surely they wouldn’t mind her joining in on the fun now, would they? No matter, she could surely convince them otherwise..through various means. Moving with an intense speed she already found herself at the ship, an interesting proposal she slipped on board, using her camouflage to blend in completely. Only once she was inside would she find him..the one training relentlessly. “Now then aren’t you an interesting sight?” She would simply say inciting a hopeful response. She wondered how this one would react to her sudden appearance, after all from having been invisible and only now appearing, along with the lacking of a ki, surely this would be a surprise no?
WC: 610 Heavy Weights ON PL: 100,000 Weight PL: 25,000 Deus Ex (x23 Perm) : 575,000
All of a sudden, it appeared that Ren wasn't alone anymore. What a development. It happened to be that the boy was facing away from Ash. His back turned and his stance upright. She caught him at a resting state. It seemed all the training that had been going on before she even entered was having an effect on his adrenaline and attitude. As he didn't even turn his body to fully face her! Rather, Rensu turned his head. His cheek and eye facing her only. "Eh? How'd you get in here?" The teenager answered her question with another. Opting to ignore her comment, he thought it was purely sarcastic. Eh. He didn't quite wait to follow up.
"Unless you're here to improve yourself, and me by extension, get out of here. You're interrupting my training."
Spoken like a true Saiyan. He didn't mean to come off as rude, but he said what he meant. Though, Ash likely didn't really care for his words. She was living with Saiyans, right? This kinda talk should've been typical for her. Either way, Rensu found himself folding one arm over the other. Keeping a steady eye on his unexpected guest. She was...peculiar. She didn't have a Ki signature and she just popped in. What gives? Normally he'd have sensed her even take a single step inside! Questions. In time, he supposed. This woman better have had a fine reason to sneak into his ship. He was training here!
Post by Cynder(Ash) on Jun 20, 2017 7:41:15 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but study this interesting trainee, it truly seemed like they were struggling against the gravitation pressure inside of this chamber. She couldn’t help but feel it as well. Not necessarily as pain, but more like an immense pressure being placed upon her as she stood in this chamber. A good opportunity clearly present for some training. She could possibly help the trainee in training and in reward improve upon her own consistency when it came to speed and protocol. While some things could be perfected mechanically, somethings still required an extra touch to it. A mortal touch to help push that improvement even further. It was indeed not impossible, but she couldn’t help but wonder. How would such roll out? Would it all go well? Would her ‘master’ be displeased by such? Surely if she could grow stronger than she could protect her better such. She may have been strong but her master was still mortal, mortals made mistakes, machines made mistakes...a combination? Never. Every choice she made was to further her own end goal. Whether it seemed so or not everything was indeed going quite to plan.
“Your ship’s security is primitive for someone of my capabilities..soldier Rensu..Power level of forty two thousand, one hundred twenty-eight. I am training as well, Subject Ash, Private Slave and Guard to Queen Kinoko. I must grow stronger to keep the queen safe, even though a majority of me is no longer..mortal..I still must raise my own strength. You seek for your own strength to be risen it seems from your dedication to training in a gravity enhanced room. I am designed to give the hardest challenge to training...let us begin then?” She would ask seemingly like a question, however the arm raised before her said different as an electrical blast began to form. She would begin to fire a barrage of electrical blast at extremely low power, his job was to simply dodge them if he could. Being hit would mean failure and thus the next training lesson would begin. She had her plans of action and with one of so low power she needed to get them truly warmed up if they even wanted a hope to continue this training session. Despite how unorthodox it may have been. All was fair in the love of science.
Ash couldn’t help but wonder if she could do the same here as she had done with Carva? No it was far too soon for such, they needed more power before she could even attempt it. No matter, training would be fine without such, the child simply would stand a chance for now and for all she cared...it didn’t matter. If he was to fail then so be it. “I suppose if you fail then you can never hope to reach the elite’s power. I know that feeling of mind, I still hold my saiyan mentality. Power is what we strive for, but if you fail here..you can let those dreams die and just become an average butcher…”
"Primitive? Talk about rude," Rensu thought aloud. "Okay, so you know how strong I am to the tee. I guess that's one reason to think you're something worth talking about and listening to." The boy continued to examine his guest as she spoke. Watching her carefully. She mentioned some pretty serious stuff. Being a 'Subject', whatever that meant, private slave and body guard to her highness herself. Okay, so with all of that in mind, she was clearly strong. Well, Rensu would have to retract his words now, wouldn't he? More than likely, but just as much as that it wasn't very likely he would. Rather, he'd accept her challenge and follow her training as she offered. Well, her offer wasn't an offer. But instead, simply a command. As she then began firing off a number of strange Ki blasts. Like, they were natural but modified at the same time. He couldn't exactly put a finger on it. "Right!" He called. Immediately taking to rolling out of the way. His body tumbling around from the blasts. His recovery swift, as he popped to his feet and gracefully avoided being struck by her surging blasts.
"You talk as if failure is something I don't know," The teen spoke out, standing upright. The moment her blasts had ceased, he'd take to resting for a short second. However, had she not ceased, he would simply swipe each blast away from him. Whether they counted as hits or not, he wasn't sure. "If it takes me more time than others to ascend elite hood, then whatever, as if I care. But, if you're here to make me a stronger warrior, then give me your worst! Make me more likely to obtain the strength of a Super Saiyan! If not, then I'll be taking you out, right here and right now!" Rensu's words reeked of a powerful passion. Mechanical or not, surely Ash understood his dream.
Post by Cynder(Ash) on Aug 14, 2017 10:34:09 GMT -5
“Rude? Maybe, but I can’t help but speak of what is true, you did see after all how easily I had managed to get on here right. So what if I had been someone who had wanted to kill you? How simple would it have been for someone vastly stronger than you to just beat the living hell out of you.” She woud leave at an emptiness in comment, something for him to hopefully realize the severity of the situation. Her scanners revealed an untapped potential in the boy. One she couldn’t help but think. What if she molded this into her own mindset, molded it into a way to help herself. The thought couldn’t help but make her internally smile. “There is a potential in you kid. I want to see it come to shine. This potential inside of you kid...don’t aim for elite status, I want you to aim past that. I’ve seen the elites kid and I know you are nothing like them. I’ve battled and easily could have defeated one elite. Do you want to know what happened? The ‘mighty’ elite known as Carva? He ran away, simple as that. Play it off however he wishes, that was what happened...he ran. As soon as he realized he was losing he ran. Call it however you want, but as a saiyan, to run from a fight...dishonorable. That is why I want you to aim past the elites kid. Past the goal of a simple super saiyan. I want to see you grow into a true saiyan warrior, one who will not run from a fight even if they are losing. One who will face it with true honor. “ She would say, her own words soaked with a lace of passion in her voice, she desired a true fight after all. So far none have shown her such, the most likely however choice being either the queen or Tomina themselves. So far they still had a level of honor, one she lost for most of the elites of the saiyans. Frankly even...she didn’t hold a fear over them any longer. It was only a matter of time before her fellow brenchians would realize it as well.
“Kid, your not taking longer to ascend to elitehood, because that is not where your destiny is. Your destiny is past that of a normal elite, past the likes of Carva and maybe even Tomina. I see in your future you at the likes of King Nasu’s strength one day. Until then I promise to help you train further, it may not be in the most obvious ways...but I promise you it will come to time. Just know, that things may not look it at first...but so many things are arranged by the strings of those above.” She would say with a genuine smile as she would continue her training sides for the boy. She would move in a slither at high speeds, trying to mix up her movements to make it harder to predict. However dramatically holding back so she wouldn’t actually hurt him too badly, she would launch a quick two punches to the chest before launching a swift three more punches aimed for his shoulders and then a harsh final punch towards his head only to vanish, a afterimage. Hopefully doing the trick for a suprise punch towards the stomach.
WC: 587
Again all attacks are flavor and thus no mechanical damage.
“I guess I have to respect that much. Speaking your mind can be kinda dangerous around these parts,” Rensu chuckled. His hands coming and grabbing onto his own waist. His eyes did narrow, however, his head tilting a few degrees to the left as Ash continued her speech. “It woulda’ been easy. If they're way stronger than me, then bustin’ into my home and ship would be a cinch. Get real.” Rensu shook his head. He knew what Ash was trying to say but played it off as him accepting of a challenge like that. His eyes shifting to the ground and then flashing back to Ash. She was something alright.
“Hm?” He hummed. She saw potential in him? What was she talking about..was she trying to make him lower his guard. Whatever her plan was, Rensu didn't want to fall into it. But, alas, such was only a matter of time. He took a deep and heavy breath, his arms rising and folding over one another. The youthful Saiyan child pouting a little bit as time passed and the android spoke. “You? Wanna help me?” He thought. “Huh. You've seen the elites, all of us have. But..I can't believe that. They wouldn't run from a fight. No real Saiyan would do that..would they?” Ren questioned. “Carva,” That name. Did it really leave her mouth? “Carva wouldn't run- I think!” He exclaimed, growing untrusting of her. Why would she claim for such a thing?
“Don't worry. I'll go past being an elite. A Super Saiyan, too. Heh. Just you wait. I'll go beyond a Super Saiyan. Maybe I'll become..a Super Saiyan Two! Or Three? Like the King.” Rensu pointed his thumb back at himself confidently. “Like I said: No matter how long it'll take? I'll train and become something. If not an elite then a hero among my people. The hero they need.” His claim was quite self righteous and bold. “I can swear on that.” Rensu added.
“Destiny? I don't think I believe in destiny.” The idea of an unseen force guiding things seemed impossible. Was she saying that in some kind of way, his path in life went somewhere besides holding a strong position in the empire? Or...maybe outside of the empire? He didn't consider that immediately. But given time, he would have to ponder what the hell she meant. Would he become a soldier for himself rather a king?
He grunted in a slight sense of disbelief. “What? Me? Past Carva and Tomina? Are you insane? They've been training their entire lives. Hah, and the very idea of me being like King Nasu anytime soon is insane too! I don't wanna be rude, but are you okay? On something, maybe?” Rensu wasn't sure on why Ash saw so much potential in him. Maybe he did have it in him. It was a latent kind perhaps. Yet to be awoken and displayed in it's fullest. “Maybe, though,” He shrugged, bringing a hand up and taking a good look at it. Focusing on the many lines and markings on his palm. His fingers closed into a fist and his eyes returned to Ash.
“You're going to help me train? Hard to swallow, but...what's the harm. Fine, I'll take your offer up. My destiny and potential is now in your hands as well as mine. Don't worry, I don't like sharing my problems. I'll get stronger regardless.” He assured her. He brought himself back to a fighter's pose the moment she began slithering towards him. The fight was back on. Her fists were tough, as if they were steel.
Ash would see Rensu’s iron will right about now. He dug his heels into the ground and tried defending. Taking her punches and bruising at the pectorals and shoulders. Her final punch to his cranium was taken and even fought back against via Rensu headbutting back against her first. His teeth grit in pain but retaining his frustrated sounds and guttural noises. The blow to his gut issuing a grunt and a bit of saliva to leave the lad. “Grk?!” He sounded out, losing some composition from the attack. He reeled back, holding his gut. She caught him by surprise alright.
The moment he did recover, however, Rensu bursted forth. Trying his own assault out. The youth wanted to close in and attack, and attack only. Thus, his movements were sloppy when compared to more experienced combatants. His intentions to issue forth five raw hooks towards Ash’s jaw and temples. The numbers, one and two, said as grunts of passing air.Color will be added later.~
Post by Cynder(Ash) on Aug 14, 2017 16:17:34 GMT -5
“Well speaking my mind may be dangerous, but someone has to do it right? Of course it would be a cinch for them to get in, I did just say this no? However thinking so close minded like that could easily get you killed in a future battle. Rather think of it this way, a so called invader could easily wait till you are worn out and tired from your obvious training here. With you strained from such, unable to call for help? It would leave you completely defenseless. Surely any strong warrior knows they must not present weakness. Weakness is easily the thing that makes those who follow you waver their faith.” She would simply say, eying him up, scanning him. She wanted to see what all he could do as of now. What was his current limit? His determination had already shown how far he was willing to go. She just had to do her part now, and make him push further beyond. She may have been showing him a way to further his own destiny, but she knew as well this was a way to place forth more in her own as well. She never did anythign for ‘free’ after all. If it was to advance someone else, then so be it. In the end she always had control of the strings, more often then not, then other people truly realized.
“We may have all seen the elites, but you forget exactly who I serve under. I know them more than you can truly realize. You may not believe me fully on Carva, but you forget who I am, or rather what I am. I can show you the exact footage after we are done with this training. Exact footage of the fight. Even the moment of him just walking away. I already can see it in your voice. The idea of said elite doing it hurts you no? The idea that someone who walks so boldy could put out such a weakness. That is why I see so much potential in your child, I know you have the true heart and mind of saiyan. You would never run from a fight. That is why I see you surpassing him. A saiyan who stands his ground is far more deserving of respect than that of one who cowards away.” Ash would say, simply telling him the truth of her own thoughts. Not in a resentfuly way, but of respect, respect of the young one. “Rensu to let yourself dream of only that of a Super Saiyan Two or Three is still limiting of yourself. If you truly want to grow stronger, stop holding yourself back, aim further beyond! Go farther than a three. Don’t ever dream of a limit.” Ash would say seemingly as if a from a master to a pupil.
He would speak as well, giving her something more precious than a favor or soul. He gave her his destiny. Her plans were moving into place, and she would indeed mold him into a powerful warrior. One to surpass some of the mightiest on this planet. He was quick to move into his own assault it seemed. Extremely sloppy, but she could see the power behind it. It frankly was time for a reward for his obeyance. On his last hit he launched, she didn’t dodge as fast and took it simply into the jaw, sending her flying back a bit. A painful attack indeed obviously...if she wasn’t in a metalic body that was. So she stood back up simply with a smirk on her face. “Not bad Rensu...I think you’re ready for me to step it up now.” She would say simply as she would hold her arms out as two pods ejected from underneath them. The moment of them doing so sinking to the ground with a heavy smash...weights, heavy ones accounting as well for this gravity. “Now however...to work on your sloppiness. While your punches were powerful, they mean nothing if you opponent can dodge them. Rather they can slow you down quite considerably so. All that power into those strikes has to have put a dent into your stamina no?” She would say, before moving to show him how it was meant to be done, her speed quadrupled due to the weights being off now, she moved at intense speeds aiming three strikes towards his head before attempting to use her tail to trip him towards the ground with a combination of the gravity in her favor. She couldn’t believe she was saying this, but she was having fun training with someone.
Rensu watched as Ash dodged and evaded him. She was just too fast for him to even think about landing a single blow on her. It was beginning to annoy him. Alas, complaining about it and throwing a fit would have been uncalled for and defeated the entire purpose of such intensive training settings. Perhaps Ash sought to increase the youth’s overall speed and agility. That and his accuracy and precision. Clearly it needed some close inspection and more than fine tuning. While Ash evaded him, Rensu refused to let up. Thus, a satisfying aura took his heart over. Unfortunately, said satisfaction was met by a stinging sensation in his knuckles. Each knuckle glowing a beet red shade, from smashing against the robot’s hardened skin. He wanted to declare cheats, but again: This was a time to overcome obstacles seen as unfair or out of his favor. Right? The young boy grunted and brought his hand back, retreating a small deal from Ash.
The teenager watched with a sense of suspicion lingering in his heart as Ash complimented him and his strength. But as she brought each hand forth, only to eject what seemed to be incredibly weighted orbs, he realized what was going on. Rensu began to grind his teeth for a moment before he took a step forward. Like a dog, he began barking. “What's this? Were you holding back? That hit, did I earn it?” He had questions upon questions. For what pride Rensu may have had, one thing certainly hurt it: Being sandbagged and deceived. “What's the use in training me if youre not using one hundred percent of your power, or more? Its insulting!” He stated, pointing a fist up and humming. He wanted to contain himself. Anger only blinded him. Even he knew that being furious and not being able to think clearly and straight would only bring him to ruin.
“...Urk..whatever, it's pointless is complaining now. I can only hope you're fighting me at your best extent now. Any more of this holding back nonsense and I'll make sure you never do it again. If this training goes accordingly, you won't be able hold back against me.” Rensu thought, watching as Ash began to move. She was like a blur now. Her speed quadrupled positively and thus brought an advantage onto her position.
“I don't know what would give you that impression,” He shook his head. Visually he was unbothered by the stamina output placed upon his hooks. But energy wise, it took a slight toll. So long as the lads heart bumped, he'd fight regardless. Even if he was on the brink of fatigue due to stamina deprivation, he'd still swing his fists. And that was put to the test as Ash assaulted him. His head being knocked back and forth three times, before he was tripped. He felt akin to a child's plaything. Was she toying with him? He hit the ground with a thud. Rising to his feet, but struggling visibly. The gravity taking its effect and being attacked by a stronger opposition did that. He grunted as he rose to his feet, standing with a slight arch forward. “Again,” He demanded. “I'm ready for you this time.” He didn't fight back this turn. Rather, he sought to increase his defense and endurance stat.
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