Chapter 152: Ame's Thriving with Senshi's Bank!

Yakushi Kabuto at that moment was completely kept in the dark, totally unaware that Senshi had dug a massive pit for him.

He was standing there wondering whether the price that Senshi quoted might be too steep.

Kabuto scratched his head, running all sorts of calculations in his mind, and finally spoke up:

"Lord Senshi, these Sukuna Fingers come with such heavy side effects, yet one costs 150 million ryō? Don't you think that's a bit outrageous? I feel like 100 million per finger would be more reasonable."

Hearing this, Senshi put on a solemn, earnest face. "Kabuto my boy, that just shows you don't quite get it. 150 million ryō per Sukuna Finger is a total steal—a once-in-a-lifetime bargain!"

As he spoke, Senshi paused on purpose, worried that Kabuto might not believe him. He then went on, "Why do I say that? Think about it: if you possessed Sukuna's complete power and became the Jinchūriki of Sukuna, then Kage-level shinobi would be no more than small fry to you—effortless instant kills!"

In Kabuto and Orochimaru's view, a village's Kage was considered one of the top elites in the shinobi world.

So the second they heard Senshi's words—"becoming Sukuna's Jinchūriki means you can insta-kill Kage-level"—their jaws nearly fell off in shock.

They couldn't help thinking: Become Sukuna's Jinchūriki and casually wipe out Kage-level shinobi?

That sounded way too far-fetched.

Neither Orochimaru nor Kabuto realized that the reason it sounded so unbelievable wasn't that Sukuna himself was unimaginably strong, but that Kabuto + Sukuna was a formidable combination.

Still half-convinced, Kabuto asked, "Lord Senshi, so if I pass the trial, I get that insanely strong power?"

Senshi shook his head vigorously. "You're overthinking this. Sukuna's power is sealed away in 20 Fingers. Eating just two means you'd only get a fraction of his strength."

He shrugged. "That said, even a fraction is still pretty impressive. After you eat these two Fingers, you'll be Sukuna's Jinchūriki and gain his jutsu—that's already imposing enough."

Those words actually made Kabuto feel more at ease.

This sounded like the Senshi he was used to!

Spending 300 million ryō just to become maybe one-tenth of Sukuna's Jinchūriki—and still risking death by side effects?

How exploitative was that? And yet, such a dangerous item, Senshi had no problem hyping it up sky-high and slapping on such an enormous price. That was more like him indeed.

After a moment's thought, Kabuto clenched his teeth and stomped his foot. "Fine. Lord Senshi, I'll pay 300 million ryō for 2 Sukuna Fingers!"

Senshi listened, then shook his head side to side like a drum. "Nah, you have to say this: 'I'll pay 300 million in commission and hire you to get me two Sukuna Fingers'."

Truth be told, Senshi didn't want to make it so complicated. But the second Kabuto said "buy," the system remained silent.

What did that imply?

Ordinary transactions don't count as missions!

Kabuto, though not understanding why Senshi insisted on such wording, still obeyed once Senshi asked. So he repeated, "Lord Senshi, I'll pay a 300-million-ryō commission to hire you to get me two Sukuna Fingers!"

"You're the man, Kabuto!"

[Mission Accepted!]

[Client: Yakushi Kabuto]

[Goal: Help Yakushi Kabuto obtain two of Sukuna's Fingers!]

[Reward: 300 million ryō]

[Rank: S-level]

[Mission Bonus: 300,000 Employment Points!]

Sure enough, having Kabuto phrase it as a formal mission request allowed the deal to go through with no issues.

Senshi then cleanly handed over two Sukuna Fingers to Kabuto. At almost the same instant, 300,000 employment points came rolling in.

Kabuto accepted the Sukuna Fingers, studying them closely as his eyes glinted with curiosity behind his lenses.

He raised his head, speaking tentatively:

"Lord Senshi...how exactly do I use these items?"

Senshi folded his arms, speaking as casually as if discussing breakfast:

"Just psych yourself up and swallow them. That's all."

Kabuto nearly lost his glasses. "(O_O)???"

Though Senshi had mentioned "swallow" before, Kabuto thought that was just a metaphor, or at least there'd be some other more 'normal' usage. If Senshi didn't name an alternative, then perhaps…swallowing really was the only way.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Kabuto couldn't resist seeking confirmation:

"Lord Senshi, so there's truly no other method besides directly gulping them down?"

Senshi shrugged confidently. "Nope, that's the only way."

While Kabuto and Senshi were talking, Orochimaru—who had stayed silent—was casting a "you're missing the point!" sort of glare.

No surprise. Orochimaru was notorious in the shinobi world for his "swallowing" techniques—summon snake, snake swallows him, he spits out the Kusanagi sword, etc.

For him, devouring two Sukuna Fingers would probably be easier than slurping down ramen.

That Kabuto—his right-hand man all this time—would hesitate over an act of "swallowing" made Orochimaru silently shake his head. This kid needs more practice…

Sensing Orochimaru's gaze, Kabuto didn't hesitate further. He reined in his hesitation, grabbed both Sukuna Fingers, and downed them in one gulp—very decisive.

"Huh, tastes not half-bad," he murmured, wiping his mouth. "At least better than that experimental concoction Lord Orochimaru gave me last time…"

Boom!

The moment he swallowed Sukuna's Fingers, Kabuto's body abruptly shuddered, seizing up like he'd been petrified.

Within his consciousness, a "sea of blood" instantly surged, like a terrifying hellish landscape.

He beheld Ryōmen Sukuna—the being with two faces, black markings covering his body, emanating the most extreme evil aura.

Sukuna's will flooded him like a raging tide, Kabuto's consciousness battered by storms.

Nearby, Orochimaru watched with a solemn face, golden slit pupils locked onto Kabuto.

Though he had great confidence in his assistant's mental resolve, this was an unknown force he himself had never encountered, so he felt a touch of unease. No telling what might happen.

In contrast, Senshi appeared perfectly calm, arms folded and lips curved in a faint smile—clearly trusting Kabuto to handle it.

After all, up until Kabuto, no one else in the shinobi world had mastered Ryūchi Cave's Sage Mode. That was because the Ryūchi Cave demanded terrifyingly high willpower; not only had Kabuto managed it, he'd become their inheritor. If that kind of shinobi could get undone by Sukuna's will, it would be quite the twist indeed.

As time passed, Kabuto's outward changes became more apparent.

His once rigid, vacant expression gradually returned to normal. Simultaneously, his appearance underwent striking alterations—

Beneath each of his eyes emerged a thin second pair of eyes. Black markings spread across his face, neck, and even more body parts.

A harrowingly dark aura burst from within, distorting the air around him.

Boom!

Kabuto's eyes refocused, his breathing ragged as he stared down at his own hands, alarm and awe across his face.

Orochimaru, concerned, quickly stepped closer: "Kabuto, how are you feeling?"

Slowly letting out a breath, Kabuto answered, "Lord Orochimaru…I think…I've successfully become Sukuna's Jinchūriki. Lord Senshi was right—Ryōmen Sukuna is beyond strong, unbelievably so."

As he spoke, Kabuto raised his hand a little, blackish-red energy glimmering faintly at his fingertips.

Gazing at that strange new power in his body, his eyes sharpened in concentration.

A flicker of excitement danced in Orochimaru's slit pupils, and his lips curled in a meaningfully satisfied grin.

"Interesting. Well then, let me witness firsthand how mighty Sukuna's power truly is."

He'd barely finished speaking when Kabuto sliced the air lightly with a fingertip. A sharp ripping sound rang out.

Out of nowhere, a massive rift appeared on the lab wall as if severed by an invisible blade. More shocking still, the edges flickered with black-red energy, as though burning in midair.

Orochimaru's golden pupil shrank slightly. He approached, touching the rift and sensing that residual aura. "As I suspected…this is no ordinary power indeed."

Kabuto withdrew his hand, panting lightly. Clearly that small test had consumed a chunk of energy.

He looked down at his palm, uncertain. "This power…while strong, it's still unstable. I'll need a lot more time to adapt and control it fully."

Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Kabuto, let's do some further experiments, see how far these slashes can go."

But Kabuto shook his head, somewhat helpless. "Not now. I still need further negotiation and synergy with Lord Sukuna before I can fully exploit this power."

At that, the extra pair of eyes on his cheeks faded, as if it had never existed.

Senshi laughed, hugging Kabuto's shoulder in a comradely way. "Kabuto my man, see? Didn't I tell you so? Once you become Sukuna's Jinchūriki, it's like you're instantly on Orochimaru's level!"

Kabuto, hearing that, was half-smiling, half-exasperated.

He recalled how, just earlier, when he questioned the pricing of Sukuna's Fingers, Senshi called him "Kabuto my boy."

But now that Kabuto had paid three hundred million ryō, the address had been upgraded to "Kabuto my man."

And what made him extra cautious was that each time Senshi called Orochimaru "Snake-bro," that meant he was about to ruthlessly bleed Orochimaru dry. So perhaps…Kabuto should watch out…

Kabuto forced a polite smile, though his tone held faint wariness. "Lord Senshi, I've always had the utmost faith in the items you provide. I'm very pleased with the results of these Sukuna Fingers."

Senshi, hearing that, only beamed harder, giving Kabuto a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Glad you're satisfied! When I handle business, you can rest assured it's worth every ryō!"

In truth, Senshi still had a few more Sukuna Fingers on him, but he wasn't about to pitch them to Kabuto yet.

For one thing, Kabuto was now broke. There'd be no point marketing anything else to him at the moment.

For another, now that Kabuto had ingested two Fingers and tasted the might of Ryōmen Sukuna, the pull of such power was like venom.

Kabuto would inevitably come seeking more on his own.

Yes, Senshi had definitely prepared this trap for Kabuto. All that remained was to wait for him to leap in.

Seeing that Senshi wasn't continuing to push more Sukuna Fingers, Kabuto exhaled in relief. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to purchase more Fingers just yet. Better to fully master the two he had first.

After concluding the deal with Kabuto, Senshi turned back to Orochimaru, grinning as he spoke.

"Snake-bro, if you're gonna start researching the Blacklight Virus, I can be your safety consultant, guaranteeing everything goes smoothly in the lab."

At those words, Orochimaru's head throbbed as if it would explode.

He'd just shelled out five hundred million for the virus—he wasn't keen on spending more to hire some so-called safety consultant.

Right as he planned to refuse, Karin beamed and raised her hand: "Orochimaru, you can hire Senshi as the safety consultant and include me as well! Then your lab will be even safer!"

Orochimaru nearly rolled his eyes in exasperation. He thought, The biggest hazard in my lab is YOU, girl!

So he waved them off, voice tepid yet carrying a faint helplessness.

"I can manage researching the Blacklight Virus alone. No consultant needed. But if you want to hang around and watch, I don't mind."

Superficially, that sounded like he was politely declining. In reality, there was more going on.

He was hoping to glean more intel on the Blacklight Virus from Senshi.

That would help justify the five hundred million he'd spent.

If he could unlock the virus's secrets, any partial breakthroughs alone could be monetized repeatedly. Quick ROI.

Senshi himself had no desire to watch every step of the research, but he had his own little scheme.

He didn't want Orochimaru to let the virus leak and spark a "zombie apocalypse."

With that in mind, he stroked his chin. Might as well make a tidy profit from Orochimaru under the guise of "protecting the virus lab."

Even if Orochimaru himself never messed up, some other reckless thief might break in and steal the virus, then the entire world would be doomed.

After straightening out his logic, Senshi smiled at Orochimaru. "Snake-bro, find somewhere secure to do your research. Karin and I will stick around to supervise and keep it safe."

Orochimaru did not object. He simply turned to Kabuto with an order:

"Clear out the adjacent lab. We'll devote that space solely to Blacklight Virus research."

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru!" Kabuto replied at once, getting to work.

At this point, Orochimaru was mixing just fine in Konoha, to the extent that Konoha's higher-ups gave him an entire zone around the lab dedicated to his experiments—basically a "science development district" for the village.

While Kabuto tidied up the new lab space, Senshi explained to Orochimaru in detail a number of precautions regarding the Blacklight Virus.

Orochimaru listened intently—this was the knowledge he wanted. By the time Senshi finished, Kabuto was done.

Orochimaru and Kabuto then moved some equipment into the newly arranged Blacklight Virus lab and carefully brought over the sample, ready to begin.

When Senshi and Karin entered, they saw it had been cleared to a large, open space.

At the center, Orochimaru had erected a barrier to prevent the test subjects from escaping if anything went wrong.

Thanks to Senshi's repeated warnings, Orochimaru was extra cautious. He chose as the first test subject a run-of-the-mill white lab mouse, starting with the basics.

But just as Orochimaru was about to inject the Blacklight Virus into the mouse, Senshi suddenly stopped him.

"Snake-bro, you know any Fire-Style jutsu?"

Indeed, Orochimaru possessed Fire nature chakra. As one of the legendary Sannin, of course he'd have a couple Fire-Style techniques.

Hearing the question, Orochimaru arched an eyebrow and sneered. "What, you think I can't use Fire-Style? I don't normally show it off, but of course I know some basic Fire ninjutsu."

Senshi nodded. "Then that's good. In the early phase, subjects infected with the Blacklight Virus fear fire the most. You can burn them to ash with Fire-Style. But once they keep devouring and evolving, they'll soon become fireproof."

Catching the drift, Orochimaru thought, Sure, if something goes haywire, I'll just incinerate them.

Finishing preparations, he stood outside the barrier and operated a mechanical injector to administer the virus into the mouse via robotic arm.

The instant that sample was injected, Senshi, Karin, Orochimaru, and Kabuto all watched like hawks.

Very soon, the mouse's body displayed bizarre changes.

Its genes were assimilated, fur stiffened, eyes glowed scarlet, and an exoskeleton formed on its skin.

A docile mouse became vicious in seconds, speed and strength skyrocketing.

Inside the barrier, it bolted around wildly, soon reaching the other mice penned in a metal cage.

They all saw it gnaw the iron bars like potato chips, effortlessly ripping the cage open.

The other mice scattered in panic—some were caught by the infected one, letting out terrified squeaks, and others got devoured outright.

The sight didn't surprise Senshi, who was fully aware of the virus's properties, but it left Orochimaru and Kabuto slack-jawed.

He saw every mouse the infected one touched also got infected. They mutated in all sorts of outlandish ways.

One sprouted two heads, another grew extra limbs, yet another gained acid-spraying capabilities.

The original infected mouse, using its head start, devoured the newly mutated ones in succession. Each time it devoured one, its body changed again, growing in size until it stood half a person tall like a marmot, covered in solid exoskeleton plating.

By then, its speed and strength had soared dozens of times over.

It flung itself at the barrier, trying to break free and attack the four observers outside.

Orochimaru couldn't help feeling shaken.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be impossible to believe an ordinary mouse could evolve to this extent in so short a span.

He cast a deep look at Senshi, thinking, This guy's abilities are downright defying common sense—he can obtain anything…

Senshi noticed Orochimaru's gaze and said cheerily, "Snake-bro, how about it? Don't you think five hundred million was worth it? If you fully unravel this, who knows what kind of profits it could yield you? Five hundred million for this was basically a giveaway!"

Orochimaru's mouth twitched. Senshi sure can talk big when he's not the one researching it. The Blacklight Virus might be a nightmare to decipher, he thought.

Without waiting for Orochimaru's response, Senshi added jokingly, "Need me to burn it with Fire-Style for sterilization? Looks a bit out of hand."

Alarmed, Orochimaru waved him off. "No need! My barrier can pin down even the Third Hokage, plus let him and the First and Second fight it out on a rooftop. You think one infected mouse can get out?"

He wasn't exactly boasting—the barrier ninjutsu he used were indeed top-notch in the shinobi world.

Also, from Orochimaru's perspective, that mouse was valuable. He wouldn't let Senshi scorch it just yet—he wanted to dissect it thoroughly.

That in mind, Orochimaru asked, albeit with some awkwardness, "Senshi… if I commission your Wood-Style clone to enter the barrier and help me dissect it, how much would that cost?"

Senshi casually waved a hand, face showing a "this trivial sum won't interest me" look.

Turning to Kabuto, he patted the man's shoulder offhandedly. "Kabuto my boy, borrow Sukuna's power and kill the mouse, please."

Kabuto gave a faint wry smile. He thought, Now that there's no mission, I'm back to 'Kabuto my boy.' Guess I'd better keep raking in money if I want him to call me "Kabuto my man…"

Orochimaru was taken aback, glancing at Kabuto. "Kabuto, can you kill it without making contact?"

He'd seen the virus's contagion. As Senshi said, it was crucial not to risk direct contact.

Kabuto nodded calmly. "Yes, Lord Orochimaru."

At that, an intensely evil aura flared around him, black markings returning to his face, plus a second pair of eyes below the original set. His entire vibe went cold and demonic.

He stared at the mutated mouse in the barrier, voice icy: "Dismantle."

With that single word, several streaks of silvery blade-light erupted in the air within the barrier, slicing the raging mouse into pieces on the spot.

Yet what happened next shocked both Orochimaru and Kabuto—the mouse did not die even though it'd been chopped to chunks.

Its scattered flesh still wriggled, some lumps morphing into smaller mutant mice.

Orochimaru: (O_O)???

Kabuto: (O_O)???

Karin: (O_O)???

All three stood aghast—except for Senshi, who already knew this would happen.

The Blacklight Virus's power was off the charts!

Any being infected by it could only be killed by utterly disintegrating every scrap.

While Orochimaru was still reeling, Senshi piped up again with a grin.

"Snake-bro, see more clearly now how menacing this virus is? If it escapes, the entire shinobi world goes down. That's why I advise you to hire my Wood-Style clone as your lab assistant. Not only to help with research but to ensure no ninja sneaks in here to steal it."

Orochimaru fell silent, torn.

He knew Senshi had a point, but that so-called "friendly pricing" from Senshi was never cheap.

Still, recalling the virus's potential, he was forced to concede the cost might be worth it.

He gritted his teeth at last: "Alright, we'll do it! But give me a discount on the commission."

Senshi's expression turned all smiles. "No problem, Snake-bro. Come on, we've been through so much together!"

Karin stifled laughter behind her hand, muttering quietly, "He's totally got that Scaly Snake wrapped around his finger…"

The lab fell into a brief hush, tension thick in the air.

Orochimaru's face was dark, like he'd just had a chunk of his flesh cut away. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he gave in:

"I'll pay ten million ryō for you to station a Wood-Style clone as my research assistant, and to ensure the Blacklight Virus isn't stolen."

Senshi nodded, still sporting that harmless grin. "Sure, Snake-bro. But ten million per month, so you can pay five or six months up front?"

Orochimaru: (O_O)???

He was speechless at that. Ten million a month is 120 million a year! Who knows how long it might take to crack this virus. It felt like daylight robbery.

Holding back curses, Orochimaru tried bargaining: "Fifty million total. Your Wood-Style clone stays to assist me until I'm done."

Senshi refused outright, speaking with a playful tone: "Snake-bro, you know my Wood-Style clone does missions to earn easily a hundred million in no time. Plus, in most of those missions, it'll hardly risk destruction. Whereas the Blacklight Virus is a different story—once it advances, it could infect my clone, forcing me to destroy it. That's a big risk."

Orochimaru instantly cut him off: "Stop, don't say more!"

He was afraid that if Senshi continued, the price would climb again.

Feeling cornered, Orochimaru caved, "Fine. One hundred million total. Your Wood-Style clone stays permanently to help me research, and keep the Blacklight Virus from being stolen."

"Snake-bro, you're amazing!"

[Mission Accepted!]

[Client: Orochimaru]

[Goal: Station a Wood-Style clone to assist Orochimaru's experiments!]

[Mission Reward: 100 million ryō]

[Mission Rank: S-level]

[Mission Bonus: 100,000 Employment Points!]

After the system's prompt, Senshi happily said, "Snake-bro, rest assured: with my clone around, there's no way other shinobi can filch the virus. Carry on with your research safely."

While Orochimaru now felt relieved, it also pained him like losing half his fortune.

Scamming money is no easy feat.

And look at him…these lumps of cash he got hadn't even warmed up yet before Senshi plundered more than half!

That day alone, Senshi had milked a total of six hundred million from him.

Kabuto was arguably in an even worse predicament, three hundred million he'd painstakingly saved also wiped out, leaving him broke again.

Resigned, Orochimaru sighed. He made out a check for one hundred million, handing it to Senshi.

Senshi accepted it with a grin, then clapped his hands. A Wood-Style clone appeared, and Senshi chuckled:

"Snake-bro, that's that. My clone will help you research the virus."

Orochimaru rolled his eyes. He knew the clone would be assisting, but also watch every move as a "spy" for Senshi.

Yet for the sake of safeguarding the Blacklight Virus, he had to settle for this "unequal treaty."

Having wrapped up negotiations with Orochimaru, Senshi saw no reason to linger.

Looking at him and Kabuto, he smiled:

"Well then, Snake-bro, Kabuto my man, since we're done here, I'll take Karin back. If you have more tasks, you know where to find me—ja ne!"

Orochimaru kept his expression blank, though inwardly he scoffed: One more request from you, and my finances will be in ruins.

Kabuto gave a bitter smile—he had saved for so long, only to see it vanish in an instant, so for now, no way he could post another big mission.

Then Senshi opened the space portal with his Kāma power, departing along with Karin.

The instant they left, Orochimaru threw himself fully into researching the virus.

Kabuto, intrigued by this as well, jumped right in—the virus had the potential to upend all current knowledge in the shinobi world.

With the two top-tier mad scientists cooperating, they might soon yield some initial breakthroughs.

…

Meanwhile, back in Ame, Senshi and Karin had just arrived.

Upon touching down, they spotted Konan by the entrance of the "Senshi Bank," wearing a mildly pensive look.

Curious, Senshi brought Karin with him and instantly teleported over.

The moment they appeared, the surrounding crowd erupted:

"Lord Senshi is here!"

"Hooray for Lord Senshi!"

"Lord Senshi, you saved my entire family!"

Local farmers, workers, peddlers, merchants, even ninjas—everyone was overjoyed to see Senshi and Karin.

Beyond the excitement of seeing him, many merchants were eager to commission tasks from Karin, given her unbelievably fast transport speed and high safety.

Karin was soon buried in a pile of mission slips, feeling a bit dazed.

She'd never handled so many tasks, not even when she was monopolizing the Konoha black market!

Seeing this thriving, vibrant scene, she giggled at Senshi:

"Senshi, you're not busy with anything else right now, yeah? I'm gonna get going on some tasks!"

Senshi patted her on the head. "Go ahead. But don't hoard too many scratch-off cards—once you hit a hundred, just start scratching. No point letting them gather dust forever."

Karin instantly shook her head: "C'mon, a hundred-card stash is last time's record! This time I'm aiming for two hundred!"

Senshi could only grin wryly: This girl sure is single-minded.

But since she was already quite strong, the scratch-offs were mostly a bonus. He saw no reason to stop her.

After sending Karin off, Senshi walked up to Konan, smiling: "Sister Konan, something on your mind?"

The second she heard his tone, Konan shot him a glare. "Even the Akatsuki can't make infinite money, so we can't keep giving you tasks, you know!"

That aside, she still explained, "Ever since you opened the Senshi Bank, it's been benefiting the entire Ame. The village is developing rapidly. But the money in the Bank is depleting too fast. If we don't lower the daily loan limit, the funds might not last."

Senshi sighed in relief, realizing that was the issue.

With a wave, he pulled out ten 100-million-ryō checks and handed them over. "Sister Konan, don't worry about finances. I'll add another billion ryō to the Bank. Let our villagers expand to their hearts' content."

Konan: (O_O)???

She almost suspected Senshi had robbed the Five Great Nations' treasuries. Otherwise, how could he casually produce a billion?

She asked skeptically, "You, uh, didn't leave any—evidence—somewhere, right?"

Senshi: (O_O)???

"Sister Konan, this money is from legitimate tasks, okay?" He explained helplessly.

Finally, she relaxed, accepting the checks, though inwardly marveling: This guy truly is the shinobi world's biggest money-printing machine…

…

Meanwhile, in Konoha, Orochimaru and Kabuto continued working day and night on the Eternal Chakra Elixir and the Blacklight Virus.

Though the Eternal Chakra Elixir research had hit a bottleneck, their virus research was moving along decently, no real breakthroughs yet but showing promise.

Orochimaru told Kabuto, "Kabuto, send T4 Eternal Chakra Elixir samples to the Daimyōs of the Five Great Nations and the Four Kage, and Type-6 to that old man. In a little while, those folks will have to funnel another batch of research funding to us. With some initial progress for them to see, they'll be more willing to pay."

Kabuto nodded respectfully. "You're absolutely right, Lord Orochimaru!"

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