Guldrin had been lounging on the well-worn, but somehow still fancy couch of the Moon Sanctum, half-listening to Shiro muttering to herself about ingredient ratios, while Ino grumbled about the absurdity of being dragged into a harem when she hadn't even had her first kiss, or Kami-forbid, holding hands.
Guldrin had been in a decent mood, teasing Ino about her reaction to the foreign surroundings and occasionally sneaking amused glances at Shiro, whose growing frustration with her alchemical attempts was nothing short of entertaining.
The Sanctum itself remained serene, its spacious interior glowing warmly under soft magical lanterns lights. The air held a lingering scent of herbs and polished wood, and the occasional hum of Shiro's potion station added to the sense of odd domesticity.
Shiro's frustration finally bubbled over. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, slamming a small glass vial onto the wooden table with a sharp clink. "Why won't this stabilize? Stupid mana flow keeps rejecting the sulfur infusion!"
"Maybe it's your ingredients?" Guldrin offered lazily.
"Or maybe," Shiro growled, her violet eyes narrowing, "someone should stop talking and start helping."
But before Guldrin could deliver another witty remark, something shifted. It wasn't visible, not in the traditional sense, but he felt it. A pulse. Faint, yet unmistakable. It reverberated through the magical seals he had meticulously placed along the perimeter of the forest. It was like a ripple in a still pond, the energy alerting him of an intrusion.
Guldrin froze.
Guldrin's grin faded, the easy amusement draining from his face like water slipping through his fingers. The once-relaxed posture shifted, the tension creeping into his muscles as that familiar weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders. It wasn't the usual, nagging concern of a minor issue. No, this was something more. Something worse.
The seals had triggered.
Unlike conventional chakra-based alarms that could be sensed or disrupted, these seals were crafted through mana, a force few in this world could perceive. They pulsed in his mind like a distant drumbeat, a gentle but insistent warning.
Subtle and silent, they operated without fanfare. Most Shinobi wouldn't even realize they'd passed through one until it was far too late. They were a masterpiece of combined techniques, mana manipulation merged with the ancient knowledge of sealing jutsu. And now, they whispered to him with a single undeniable truth.
Someone was out there.
The weight of that knowledge pressed down on him, but he remained still, calculating. Years of experience had taught him that reacting on impulse was a luxury for fools. First, assess. Then act.
Ino noticed the shift in his demeanor almost immediately. Her annoyance from earlier was forgotten, quickly replaced with concern. She was sharp, far sharper than she let on. It didn't take much for her to pick up on the sudden tension hanging thick in the air.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she instinctively shifted closer.
"My seals," Guldrin answered, his voice low and distant. "Someone triggered them."
Shiro, who had been unsuccessfully experimenting with potions, froze. Her vibrant golden-violet eyes narrowed, and her tail flicked once in agitation. "Could it be Schnee? Maybe she returned earlier than planned."
It was an optimistic suggestion, but Guldrin shook his head. "No." He paused, "Actually, I don't know, it could be..." His jaw tightened. "Or it could be someone else."
Ino's fists clenched at her sides. "Is it Root? Did they find us?" The name alone sent a chill through the room. Danzo's twisted operatives were a lingering threat, like shadows creeping in the dark. And if Root had managed to track them here, then the situation was far worse than any of them could have anticipated.
"Could be," Guldrin admitted, though doubt lingered in his mind. "But it doesn't add up. We're a full day's journey from the nearest settlement. Root wouldn't waste time sending scouts this far unless they had absolute confirmation. And if they did… they wouldn't come quietly… I am confident Danzo would have given them a capture or kill at all cost order."
"Then who?" Shiro asked, her eyes narrowing. "There aren't exactly many people wandering through this part of the forest."
Guldrin didn't respond immediately. Instead, he swiped his hand through the air, summoning his inventory with a muted shimmer. The virtual interface bloomed to life, glowing softly as it displayed his arsenal. Rows of weapons, tools, and supplies gleamed like treasure beneath the flickering light of the Sanctum's lanterns.
His fingers hovered briefly before settling on a familiar shape. A sleek black and blue M24 sniper rifle materialized before him, its polished form cold to the touch. The weight was comforting, familiar. A steadfast companion he had relied on countless times before, and one he hoped he wouldn't need to use now…
But that remains to be seen.
Ino's eyes widened slightly. "That's… the same weapon I saw you take down the deer with."
"Yes, it is," Guldrin replied evenly, inspecting the rifle with the practiced ease of someone who had done this countless times before. "I am not taking any chances."
The weight of the M24 felt solid in his hands. He slid a few magazines into his belt, each one clicking into place with that familiar mechanical satisfaction. It was a sound that spoke of certainty, of readiness. No wasted words. No unnecessary movements. Just calm, deliberate preparation.
Just him and his rifle, nothing else was needed.
Ino's worry didn't subside, though. She shifted nervously, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice a mixture of concern and frustration.
"Second floor," Guldrin answered, his tone clipped and businesslike. "Best vantage point."
There was no point arguing. He needed eyes on the perimeter, and from up there, he'd have the best view of whatever had tripped the seals. The rifle wasn't for show. If things went south, he'd be the first, and likely the last, line of defense before a frontal battle.
Shiro, ever observant, didn't argue. She'd seen that look on his face before. It was the focused, predatory calm that came when Guldrin was in his element. There was no fear, no uncertainty. Only cold calculation. She trusted him. Completely.
Ino, on the other hand, wasn't so easily reassured. Her eyes darted to Shiro, silently seeking validation, but the silver-haired girl simply gave a small nod.
"We wait," Shiro said softly, though her voice carried a weight of certainty. "If there's danger, he'll tell us. Don't worry, at worst, we escape again. We can just store the shop and board the truck… They won't be able to keep up."
It was true. The Sanctum, despite its seemingly permanent form, could be reduced to a storage-sized item with a mere command. A little insurance in case things got ugly. But even so, Ino hated the thought of simply sitting back while Guldrin shouldered the burden alone.
Still, she relented... For now.
Without another word, Guldrin ascended the winding spiral staircase. The smooth stone steps curved upward in a seamless arc, worn from countless footsteps over the years. The Sanctum's upper level was spacious, its arched windows offering a panoramic view of the mist-laden forest below. He moved with practiced ease, settling the rifle against the polished windowsill.
The M24's frame gleamed faintly in the moonlight. Every adjustment he made was instinctual, muscle memory, a slight shift to the bipod, a delicate turn of the scope's dial. He aligned the reticle, each movement methodical and controlled. It was a dance he knew well, and performed too many times...
Through the powerful lens, the world sharpened into stark clarity. The dark foliage swayed gently, the breeze rustling through the trees. Mist curled along the ground like a living thing, clinging to the twisted trunks and weaving through the undergrowth. Yet even in the stillness, there was an undeniable tension.
The seals had not lied.
He could feel the continuous pulse of disruption, like a ripple through the calm waters of a pond. It was faint, but undeniable. Someone had triggered them. Someone was out there.
'Maybe next time, I should create a way to tag them once they trigger the seals… It would solve this issue of not knowing where they are or how many…'
He made mental notes as he scanned the treeline, sweeping methodically from left to right. Every shadow was dissected, every rustling branch scrutinized. His finger hovered near the trigger, the rifle's steady presence an extension of his will.
Minutes passed.
Then, movement.
It was subtle at first, a tremor in the underbrush, barely enough to register. But Guldrin wasn't just anyone. His eyes, sharp and trained, caught the minute disturbance as the foliage shifted unnaturally. Something was there. Multiple people.
His finger hovered just beside the trigger of the M24, steady but alert. The mist curled lazily across the forest floor, concealing shapes, twisting into illusions. Yet through the powerful lens of the scope, Guldrin could make out distinct forms emerging from the shadows.
The silver cascade of Schnee's hair was the first thing he noticed. Even cloaked in darkness, her presence was undeniable. The moonlight seemed to cling to her like a devoted lover, illuminating her silken locks with a faint, ethereal glow. Every step she took was fluid, deliberate, the embodiment of composure. Despite the eerie quiet of the night, she showed no fear. Her pristine maid uniform fluttered softly, immaculate even now. The elegant curve of her katana rested at her side, though it remained sheathed.
'Good. It's Schnee.'
Relief washed over Guldrin, but it was fleeting. She was unharmed. That was a start. But the fact that she wasn't alone soured that comfort.
Trailing behind Schnee were two unfamiliar figures. No, not unfamiliar. He knew exactly who one of them was, even before the full view came into focus.
Blonde hair gleamed beneath the pale light, falling in loose waves around a strong, determined face. Honey-brown eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned her surroundings with a predatory vigilance. There was no mistaking her. She moved with the calculated confidence of a woman who had stood on the edge of death and spat in its face. Her posture spoke of readiness, every subtle shift of her weight betraying the fact that she could launch into action at a moment's notice.
Tsunade.
That Tsunade.
The slug princess. The Godaime Hokage. One of the legendary Sannin.
Well, she isn't yet the Godaime Hokage… and maybe she never will be.
Guldrin's stomach twisted. The mere thought of her standing there, so vividly real, sent a chill down his spine. In the anime, she was a force of nature. Her strength was unparalleled, her medical ninjutsu the stuff of miracles. And, of course, her penchant for responding to disrespect with a well-placed punch was legendary in its own right. He had no desire to see what that felt like firsthand.
'Of all the people…'
And then there was the other woman. Dark hair tied neatly back, sharp eyes that darted nervously across the woods. A medic, judging by the way she clutched the small pig in her arms, almost like a comfort object or ally? 'This is Shizune.' She was rarely seen without Tsunade. Loyal to a fault. Skilled. And possibly just as dangerous in her own way. Well, let's not go that far…
Guldrin exhaled sharply. 'Schnee, what the hell did you get yourself into?'
Had she brought them here intentionally? Or was this some bizarre twist of fate? He hated coincidences. Coincidences got people killed. His mind raced through the possibilities. Was she being followed? Had she unknowingly exposed the Sanctum's location? And if so, what did they want?
Were they allies, or foes?
The thought of betrayal clawed at the back of his mind. He pushed it away. No, Schnee wouldn't have done that. She was bound to the shop, her loyalty to her master undeniable. 'Well, she still hasn't acknowledged me yet,' But… Whatever had led her here, it was not treachery.
A knot twisted in his stomach. His finger hovered dangerously close to the trigger.
And just as that thought flashed through his mind, the shadows shifted.
Movement.
Barely perceptible. The kind of shift you'd miss if you weren't trained to notice it. But Guldrin saw. The subtle sway of leaves, the faint rustle of branches, the absence of natural sounds where there should've been birdsong. His eyes flicked back to the scope, scanning past Schnee and Tsunade.
There.
Figures. Emerging from the treeline like wraiths. Silent. Deliberate. Their presence was unmistakable.
White masks. Blank, emotionless.
Root.
Guldrin's heart pounded, but he kept his breathing steady. Controlled. His jaw clenched as the familiar blank white mask of the Leaf's most secretive branch of ANBU gleamed faintly under the moonlight. It was them. Danzo's dogs. No doubt sent to eliminate a perceived threat. Or perhaps to retrieve something valuable. Most likely both. If they were here, it wasn't by chance.
'So it wasn't just Tsunade and her little entourage,' Guldrin thought grimly. 'Root's been tracking them. Or maybe tracking Schnee.'
The fact that Root had already discovered the Sanctum's location gnawed at him, sending a wave of frustration through his veins. The seals were supposed to conceal and protect. He'd spent countless hours fine-tuning them, ensuring they would remain undetectable to even the most skilled sensors. And yet, here they were.
That they had been triggered so easily meant something had slipped through this far, something he had yet to understand. His jaw tightened as he shifted his position, the worn leather of his rifle strap digging into his shoulder.
"Damn it," he growled under his breath. The weight of the situation pressed down on him like a vice. His heartbeat remained steady, his breathing controlled, but the tension in his muscles was undeniable. Every instinct screamed for him to act. He could end this now. One shot. One clean, calculated shot through the eye of a masked assassin.
The M24's scope aligned perfectly with the nearest Root operative, the crosshair hovering just above the target's pale mask.
'I could kill one… But then what?'
Root never abandoned a mission. Even if he took down one, there would be others. Silent. Efficient. Merciless. If they were already this close, there would be more lurking. Shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
What about Schnee? Well, maybe Schnee would be fine… But, what about Tsunade and Shizune? They might be powerful, but even they couldn't fight off a coordinated Root assault. And if Danzo's dogs got the drop on them, things could spiral out of control before anyone even knew what was happening.
But even as his finger brushed against the trigger, something made him hesitate.
Schnee.
The silver-haired elf stood at the center of the clearing like a ghostly figure. The moonlight bathed her in an ethereal glow, illuminating her sharp, elegant features. There was no fear in her eyes. No flicker of uncertainty. She was calm. Composed. As if the presence of Root, assassins trained to kill without hesitation or remorse, didn't trouble her in the slightest.
'What the hell are you up to, Schnee?'
She made no effort to run. No sudden movements. Instead, her head tilted slightly, as though acknowledging the masked figures hidden within the shadows. Her lips moved, forming words he couldn't quite make out from his vantage point.
And then, the kunai came.
A barrage of black steel cut through the night air, glinting ominously under the pale moon. The Root operatives moved with ruthless efficiency, their throws precise. Each weapon spun through the darkness, their deadly intent unmistakable.
Guldrin's jaw clenched. His finger tensed against the trigger.
'Move, Schnee. Damn it.'
But once again, he hesitated.
Schnee hadn't flinched.
Her katana was already drawn, gleaming with a pale light that seemed to hum with anticipation. In a fluid arc, she brought the blade to life. The weapon was an extension of herself…
The first kunai struck, only to be deflected with a metallic clang. The next met the same fate. Then the next. Schnee's movements were precise, deliberate, and eerily graceful. Each step she took was calculated to perfection, as though she had memorized the very air around her.
Guldrin's eyes widened. Not a single kunai touched her.
It was as if the Root operatives had never stood a chance.
'I… seem to have underestimated her…'
Schnee's sword danced, carving through the air with a whisper-like hum. The force of her parries sent the deflected kunai spiraling into the trees, embedding harmlessly into bark. The operatives, though well-trained, hesitated. For the briefest moment, uncertainty flickered behind their masks. They had not anticipated this.
She stood there, expression unreadable as her lips moved, she seemed to try to speak again…
Then she moved.
With terrifying speed, she lunged forward, her katana gleaming under the pale light. The blade flashed, a streak of silver, and the first operative collapsed before even realizing he'd been struck. No scream. No struggle. Only the soft rustle of a body meeting the earth.
Guldrin barely had time to blink. The only reason he was even able to make out a fraction of her movements was due to his training and conditioning with Yoshimitsu.
The second operative moved to counter, his tanto already drawn, but Schnee was faster. Her katana found its mark, slicing cleanly through his defenses. He staggered, falling to the ground with a dull thud. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the dirt a deep crimson.
"She's... terrifying," Guldrin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Every movement was flawless. Every strike, a masterpiece. Schnee didn't waste energy. There was no flourish, no unnecessary bravado. She fought with the elegance of a swordsman who had long since mastered her craft.
The Root operatives, despite their years of training and emotionless resolve, were nothing to her.
To them, death was inevitable.
And Schnee… Schnee was the reaper, finally claiming their lives.
There was no need for him to interfere.
Schnee didn't need his help.
The soft rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of crickets, even the occasional gust of wind, all of it seemed muted, as though the forest itself recoiled from the violence it had just witnessed. From his vantage point, Guldrin lowered the scope of his M24, the weight of the rifle still familiar in his hands despite the unease churning in his gut.
Down below, Tsunade and Shizune remained frozen, their expressions twisted in disbelief. Even the legendary Sannin, no stranger to the bloodshed of war, looked visibly disturbed. Shizune's hands trembled as she instinctively shielded Tsunade's eyes, an action born more of concern and necessity. But it was too late. The sight of Schnee's chilling efficiency had already seared itself into their minds.
'So, Tsunade is the same as in the anime, hemophobia… She still can't handle blood… If she joins, that will have to change… They seemed to be speaking, but reading lips was never my thing… So I have no idea what they are saying…'
The once-proud Root operatives, mere shadows of Danzo's twisted ambitions, now lay crumpled and lifeless in the dirt. Not even a whisper of their presence remained as Schnee's blade had ended their lives.
Frost crept over the fallen bodies, consuming them with a haunting finality. The ice spread unnaturally fast, devouring flesh, bone, and blood with merciless precision. There was no ceremony in it. No grand display of dominance. Just a simple wave of her hand, and the assassins were reduced to brittle shards.
Then, as though even the air rejected their existence, the frozen remains disintegrated, scattering like dust on the wind.
"No evidence that a slaughter just took place… Not even the blood…" Guldrin muttered under his breath, the disbelief plain in his voice. "I don't know what I expected when I found out she served a level 255 master…" His voice trailed off, his fingers brushing absentmindedly over the grip of his rifle. "My master? I'm his inheritor and disciple, so I guess that's right. But still... damn."
The silence that followed was heavy. There was no immediate threat, no lingering Root operative waiting to strike. The danger had passed. And yet, Guldrin's instincts remained sharp, his mind racing through the possibilities. Schnee's loyalty was absolute, that much he believed.
But Tsunade and Shizune?
They had just witnessed something beyond comprehension. A glimpse into the unsettling power that Schnee wielded so effortlessly. There was no telling how they would react.
With a weary sigh, Guldrin secured his rifle back into his inventory, the weapon vanishing with a soft shimmer. But he didn't let himself relax. His hand instinctively shifted to the familiar weight of his Mk. 23, the silenced pistol cool against his palm. He wasn't expecting a fight. Not yet, he hoped…
But in a world like this, where trust was a fragile thing, it was always better to be prepared.
"Better safe than sorry," he murmured, adjusting his grip before tucking the pistol beneath his coat. The hum of distant cicadas and soft footfalls were the only sounds that followed him as he descended the stairs of the Moon Sanctum.
Inside, the air was warmer, tinged with the faint aroma of aged wood, smoke, soot, and herbs, fresh and consumed. The Sanctum was a curious blend of rustic charm and refined elegance, the walls lined with intricate carvings, the shelves adorned with peculiar trinkets and vials. A place that felt both ancient and impossibly well-kept.
It was Guldrin's domain now, inherited from his late master, and it carried the weight of countless stories.
But there was no time to dwell on a past he didn't know.
He pulled up the system interface with a flicker of thought, the glowing screen materializing before him. The soft, pulsing light of a new message caught his eye, but that wasn't important right now. Without hesitation, he opened the chat and typed a quick note to Shiro.
'Root found our shop. Schnee killed them, didn't even spare their bodies. She's back now, and she brought Tsunade and her apprentice, Shizune. I don't know why, but it doesn't seem like they're here for a fight. If we want to make a good impression, I think the best idea is to bring the potion… Assuming you completed it. But don't make it obvious. Just present it to Schnee and ask her to appraise your first attempt. That should hook Tsunade's interest.'
He hit send, the message disappearing into the ether. Shiro would know what to do. Despite her eccentricities, she was sharp, far sharper than most gave her credit for, but that was the image she crafted on her own. If there was a way to turn this unexpected visit into an advantage, she'd find it.
The faint creak of the front door echoed through the shop as Schnee pushed it open, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. There wasn't a speck of blood on her. Not a trace of the carnage she'd wrought. Only that same composed elegance that made her both unnerving and captivating.
Behind her, Tsunade and Shizune entered, though their steps were far less confident. Tsunade's eyes flickered over the shop's interior, her brow furrowed in skepticism. Shizune, still clutching her trembling pig, kept a wary distance, as though the walls themselves might come alive at any moment.
"Welcome to the Moon Sanctum," Schnee announced with an almost theatrical grace. "My late master's creation, and now my young master's humble establishment."
Guldrin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Humble wasn't exactly the word he'd use. But then again, Schnee might consider it that way.
Tsunade's gaze shifted to him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You must be this young master, my new friend, Schnee, spoke of…"
"That I am," he replied evenly, offering a polite nod. "And you're Lady Tsunade. It's not every day a literal legend walks through my doors."
She snorted, though the amusement didn't quite reach her eyes. "Legend or not, I'm not one for theatrics. You're the one Schnee serves? Then, just be yourself."
"I prefer to think of it as... cooperation." Guldrin's smile was faint, but present. "She's far too capable to simply call a servant. Hell, she doesn't even recognize me as of yet. But sure, call me Guldrin if we are dropping formalities."
Schnee beamed at the comment, though Guldrin could feel her smugness radiating like a second presence.
Tsunade didn't respond right away. Instead, she studied him, scrutinized him, even. Her years of experience as a medical ninja, a leader in all ways but by being Hokage, and a Kunoichi, all converged into that one sharp gaze. And though she didn't say it aloud, Guldrin knew exactly what she was thinking.
He was an anomaly. A man who didn't belong. Not here, not in this world. And certainly not at the center of whatever strange machinations had led to this moment. Maybe he came from another continent? Wherever it was he came from, she was sure it wasn't the elemental nations.
His clothes were unlike anything she had seen, the aura he emitted, was nothing like a ninja, and not a single trace of chakra, similar to Schnee. He might think he was hiding that weapon in his hand, but she saw it, might not know what it was, but her instincts told her it was dangerous. Whatever he was, Tsunade wasn't sure she liked it.
And yet, the tension in the room remained suspended, like a taut string ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
But before she could voice her thoughts, the faint clinking of glass and hurried footfalls interrupted the moment.
"Hubby-San," Shiro's soft voice called as she emerged from the basement, a carefully sealed vial in hand. The reddish liquid within shimmered under the mystical lantern light. She held a completed small health potion, her first successful attempt. Though still simple in nature, the precision of its craftsmanship was evident.
"I've finished the potion," Shiro continued, her golden eyes glowing with quiet pride. "I was hoping Schnee could appraise it. It's my first attempt, so... I welcome her judgment."
Perfect timing. Guldrin couldn't have planned it better himself.
Schnee's eyes lit up, the earlier tension forgotten as she approached. "Oh, a first success? Already? How delightful!" She took the vial with careful hands, inspecting it like one would a precious gem. "And here I was expecting you to make something dangerous as your first creation…"
Tsunade's curiosity was visibly piqued, though she tried to mask it beneath her usual stern demeanor. A legendary medical ninja could hardly resist the allure of unfamiliar alchemy, especially something she had never seen, it was like a moth to a flame.
Guldrin caught the flicker of interest in her gaze. He smirked.
"Shiro has a knack for this," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "It's only natural she'd succeed." It was true, after being given chemistry proficiency, she was a natural in every sense of the word.
Shiro beamed, her ears twitching in satisfaction. "Hubby-San is too kind."
Schnee, ever meticulous, turned the vial in her slender fingers, the crimson liquid swirling lazily. "The clarity is remarkable," she remarked, bringing the potion closer to her eye. "A deep crimson hue, not a trace of sediment. No lingering residue. And the viscosity, perfectly balanced." She gave a nod of approval. "You followed the formula precisely. The flame control must have been immaculate."
Shiro's lips curled the smallest amount, the praise clearly warming her from within. "I tried my best," she said, though the glint of pride in her eyes betrayed how much it meant to her.
Tsunade, however, wasn't one to be easily impressed. She crossed her arms, her brown eyes narrowing. "A health potion, you said? I've seen my fair share of concoctions in my time. But something about this… feels different."
"Different how?" Guldrin asked, though he already had a good idea.
The Sannin approached, her sharp gaze unwavering. "The composition. Even without examining it up close, I can feel the potency. Chakra-based medicinal salves don't carry this kind of presence. Whatever's in there, it's not just herbs and extracts. There's something undeniably different. It is… Intriguing."
Schnee's smile grew wider. "Oh, my new friend, Tsunade, you are as perceptive as I expected."
With a delicate motion, she uncorked the vial, releasing a faint, sweet aroma that drifted through the air. It was subtle, almost floral, but with an underlying vitality that seemed to invigorate the senses. Even Shizune's nose twitched at the scent, her curiosity overcoming her earlier apprehension.
"Would you care to try a drop? I assure you, this potion is not dangerous, it may even provide benefits. " Schnee's voice was teasing, though there was a challenge in her tone.
Tsunade arched a brow. "You expect me to drink something I haven't personally tested?"
"Only a drop," Schnee assured her, pouring a minuscule amount onto a silver spoon she produced from her sleeve. The potion gleamed under the light, almost unnaturally so. "A mere taste. Enough to experience its effects without risk. Imagine the possibilities of this potion, isn't it worth it? Haven't you used your taste to test toxicity before? What is the difference?"
That…
That made some sense.
The tension thickened. Shizune shifted nervously, her arms still clutching Tonton as though the pig could somehow provide comfort. Tsunade, however, accepted the spoon without hesitation. The woman who had stood against countless foes, saved countless lives, and bore the weight of her village's expectations would not back down from a challenge.
"You said this can heal?" Schnee nodded, "Yes,"
With a deliberate motion, she brought the potion to her lips.
The moment the liquid touched her tongue, Tsunade's eyes widened. A rush of warmth spread through her body, seeping into her muscles and bones. It wasn't an overwhelming sensation, but a gradual, comforting pulse, like a soft breeze. The fatigue that had plagued her from the day's events seemed to lift, the dull ache in her shoulders fading. A new energy filled her veins, she even thought she felt the accumulated degradation from using 'Strength of a Hundred Seal' over the years, decrease slightly.
She pulled the spoon away, her fingers trembling slightly. "That… that wasn't chakra. But it…"
"Restores vitality in the truest sense," Schnee finished for her. "Unlike traditional medical concoctions, this potion is not bound by the limitations of this other energy you use, chakra I think you called it… It draws from an external energy source, one that is entirely foreign to this world. Well, foreign isn't right, just untapped, this world is, filled with mana."
Tsunade's mind raced, the implications crashing down on her like a tidal wave. To think such an energy existed, free from the confines of chakra networks, undetectable by even the most advanced sensory techniques. It was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
"And how," Tsunade's voice was low, guarded, "did you come across this knowledge?"
Guldrin leaned against the counter, his smirk returning. "Let's just say the Moon Sanctum deals in more than trinkets and baubles. My late master had… particular interests. Alchemy was merely one of them."
That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. Compartmentalizing, withholding information, whatever term made it more palatable. Guldrin had grown used to playing his cards close to his chest. Some things were better left unsaid, especially when it came to the peculiar knowledge his "late master" had bestowed upon him.
Tsunade's jaw clenched. There was so much she didn't know. So much she couldn't explain. And that unsettled her more than she cared to admit.
The energy within that potion, the craftsmanship, and the very air of the Sanctum itself, it defied all conventional understanding. No chakra, no clear system of manipulation, and yet, undeniable power.
But before she could press further, Shiro's voice chimed in, "Would you like to see how it works on an actual injury, Lady Tsunade?"
The Sannin's sharp eyes flicked toward her, wary. "What are you suggesting?"
Schnee's smile remained unwavering, that signature calm confidence lingering behind her pale, porcelain-like face. "A wonderful Idea… A demonstration. A controlled one, of course. A small wound, nothing serious. Just enough to witness the potion's efficacy firsthand."
Tsunade considered it for a moment, the analytical side of her mind already dissecting the situation. A demonstration, if genuine, would provide critical information. But it could just as easily be a ruse, a performance meant to mislead her. Yet something about Schnee's demeanor, the way she carried herself, left little room for deception. She wanted to believe in this, and maybe that was all she needed.
Finally, she nodded. "Fine. Let's see just what this potion of yours can do."
Schnee's eyes glinted with satisfaction, though she kept her composure. Guldrin's grin widened, clearly enjoying the unfolding scenario. The pieces were falling into place, and Tsunade was now right where he wanted her.
But then, Tsunade raised her hand, halting any further movement. "No blood," she declared firmly. "A bruise should be enough. I want to see if it works on minor trauma first. No unnecessary risks." That wasn't the reason, but she wouldn't expose her weakness to people she just met for the first time.
There was no argument. Without a moment's hesitation, Tsunade gripped her wrist, the air around her shifting as she channeled chakra. It was a simple technique, one that required minimal control, enough to rupture the capillaries beneath her skin. She squeezed, her muscles tensing as the chakra did its work. Within seconds, a deep, dark bruise began to form, spreading across her pale skin like ink dropped into water. Purple and black mottled together in a clear, painful mark.
"There," she said, her voice steady. "Now I'll drink it."
Schnee stepped forward, carefully presenting the vial. The crimson liquid gleamed, almost unnaturally vibrant, under the Sanctum's lantern light. Even Shizune, standing cautiously to the side, couldn't hide her curiosity. The potion's scent, a delicate mix of herbs and something faintly metallic, lingered in the air.
"One sip will suffice," Schnee instructed. "The potion is potent. More than that would be unnecessary."
Tsunade didn't hesitate. Despite her caution, she was no coward. She took the vial, tilting it just enough for a small amount to pass her lips.
The moment the liquid touched her tongue, a strange warmth spread through her body. It wasn't the burning sensation of alcohol or the bitterness of traditional medicines. It was soothing, almost comforting. Like a rush of energy, yet not overwhelming. The warmth pulsed through her veins, radiating from her core and reaching even the tips of her fingers.
Once again, she felt like a fraction of the damage from the years was being erased.
Within seconds, the bruise on her wrist began to fade. The darkened skin lightened, the swelling visibly reducing. A tingling sensation danced beneath her skin, the pain dissipating entirely. By the time she lowered the vial, her wrist was smooth and unblemished, as though the injury had never occurred.
Shizune gasped. Even Schnee watched with mild satisfaction, though Guldrin could practically feel her smugness. She may have had the cold beauty act down pat, but he could sense her true feelings beneath it.
Tsunade flexed her hand, staring down at her wrist in disbelief. The effects were undeniable. There had been no use of chakra, no seals or hand signs, only that crimson liquid. Yet it had healed her as efficiently as any of her own medical jutsu. Maybe more, but she wouldn't admit it,
"Incredible," she murmured, unable to keep the awe from her voice.
"Efficient, isn't it?" Schnee said softly, though there was no mistaking the amusement in her tone. "And that was only a low-grade potion. With time and refinement, the results can be… far more dramatic."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed. "Low-grade? You mean there are stronger versions?"
Schnee gave a slow nod. "Of course. Though those are not so easily crafted. Each potion requires rare ingredients, precise conditions, and a master's touch. What you experienced is merely a fraction of what true alchemy can achieve."
The weight of her words hung in the air. For a moment, neither Tsunade nor Shizune spoke. There was too much to process.
Guldrin, however, couldn't resist. "So," he said, his grin practically splitting his face, "how does it compare to your usual methods, Lady Tsunade?"
She shot him a glare, though there was no real malice in it. "Don't get cocky," she snapped, though even that felt half-hearted. "It's impressive, I'll admit that. But I'm not so easily won over. And don't go calling me Lady, just Tsunade."
"Of course," Guldrin replied with an exaggerated bow. "Wouldn't dream of it. After all, Tsunade, the princess of the Senju would of course have seen many wonders of the world."
Shizune, who had remained mostly silent, finally spoke up. "But… where does the energy come from? If it's not chakra, then what is it?"
"Mana," Shiro said simply, "A separate source of energy, drawn from the world itself. Unlike chakra, it exists without the need for a physical network. It's more fluid but equally powerful."
Tsunade frowned. "Mana… That's not something I've ever heard of. And I've studied more than most."
"Because the knowledge doesn't exist here," Schnee answered smoothly, her voice calm yet tinged with something almost playful. "From all my observations, no one even tries to use it. But where I come from, how to wield it is common knowledge. This world has an abundance of untapped potential. You've just been… stunted."
Tsunade's brows furrowed, her fists clenching. "Stunted? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like." Schnee tilted her head slightly, silver hair cascading over her shoulder like silk. "Like someone is manipulating things behind the scenes, or perhaps people stumbled upon one energy, chakra, and dismissed the possibilities of another. Mana is not some obscure concept. In other worlds, it thrives. But here? It's almost as though it has been deliberately forgotten."
Shizune shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Schnee's words pressing down on her. There was something unnerving about the notion, the idea that their entire understanding of energy and power could be incomplete, or even suppressed.
"And the strangest part?" Schnee continued, her voice soft but firm. "This world is absent of any divine protection. Normally, the influence of gods, spirits, or celestial beings would leave traces. But here, it's like a blank slate. Empty. Vulnerable."
Tsunade bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge to scoff. She wanted to reject the words, to argue that Schnee was simply spinning tales. But the evidence was right in front of her. That potion had healed her with an efficiency that even the most advanced medical ninjutsu would struggle to match. There was no denying it.
Could she replicate it using chakra?
Probably.
Was it feasible?
Absolutely not, and this was only a low-grade potion.
"Then tell me," Tsunade said, crossing her arms, her voice steely. "What else does this 'alchemy' of yours create? If a simple health potion can do this, what are the limits?"
Schnee's smile widened, though her expression darkened just enough to send a faint chill down Shizune's spine. "Limits?" she echoed, her icy-blue eyes glinting with something that bordered on dangerous, "Tsunade, alchemy is not bound by the limitations of chakra or the laws of nature. The possibilities are… dare I say, limitless."
Guldrin, who had been observing in silence, chuckled lowly. The sound was amused, almost smug, as though he had anticipated this very moment. "Welcome to the Moon Sanctum," he said, his words dripping with satisfaction. "Where the impossible is just another item on the shelf."
'Lame.'
'Shut up Shiro, I am not a salesman, it is my first attempt.'
'Well it failed, that was cringe.'
Completely unaware of Shiro and Guldrin's mental back and forth, they continued.
The sheer confidence in his tone grated against Tsunade's patience, but before she could fire back, Shiro's voice chimed in once more, this time with a noticeable lilt of amusement. "And since you're curious, Lady Tsunade, why not see for yourself?"
Tsunade's glare flicked toward the girl, who stood with a blank expression, "See for myself?"
"Of course," Shiro answered innocently. "We can offer demonstrations. Practical applications. A true understanding comes from experience, don't you think?"
Schnee nodded in agreement, "It would be far more effective than mere words. We can prepare another potion, perhaps something more advanced this time. Maybe a restorative brew for cellular damage, or a concoction that enhances vitality. Or maybe something new?."
Tsunade stiffened. The idea of willingly participating in whatever experiment they were suggesting was absurd… She knew they were trying to entice her. But at the same time, the scientist in her, the healer, couldn't deny the allure of understanding something so profound.
"You're asking me to trust you," she said flatly.
"Not trust," Guldrin cut in, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. "Just allow yourself to be curious. After all, you don't strike me as someone who backs down from the unknown."
That damned grin. Tsunade hated how easily it grated on her nerves. And yet, he wasn't wrong. She had faced countless dangers in pursuit of knowledge. What was one more? She had made a friend, and her friend wasn't indicating she shouldn't, and she didn't feel malice in their intentions…
"Fine," she snapped, her resolve firm. "Show me. But first, tell me, you said anything is possible. Does that mean resurrection?"
Guldrin's smirk remained, but it was Schnee who answered. Her voice was calm, and precise. "That depends. If you mean reviving the dead, then yes, in the most basic sense. However, there are limits. Regenerating half a body is possible, even from severe damage, as long as the soul remains tethered. But if someone has been dead long enough for their soul to disperse, then there is no chance… At least not without reaching god-like potential. For the record, I have never seen it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Records exist."
The words hung heavily in the air. Tsunade's jaw clenched. Her mind immediately flashed to the loved ones she'd lost, the lives she couldn't save. Dan. Nawaki. If what Schnee said was true, the implications were staggering. Were her loved ones' souls still there? If not, then how long would it take to revive them? But before she could ask anything more, Schnee's serene voice cut through her thoughts.
"Now… Please, follow me."
Without another word, Schnee turned, her silver hair swaying behind her. The atmosphere shifted as they moved deeper into the Sanctum. The faint hum of unseen energy pulsed beneath the floorboards, a steady rhythm that Tsunade could almost feel through her bones. Once again, she felt that mana, It was distinctly different from chakra, far more primal, like the heartbeat of the earth itself.
The walls, lined with intricate carvings, drew Tsunade's attention. They weren't just decorative. Runes, glowing faintly with residual mana, seemed to shift subtly as they passed. She felt the weight of ancient knowledge pressing down on her, a presence that made the air thick with anticipation.
Shiro walked along beside them, her inner fangirl going crazy, but of course, she wouldn't show it. Though, the mischievous gleam in her golden eyes was impossible to miss if you looked.
"You're going to like this," Shiro whispered conspiratorially. "Or hate it. Hard to say."
Tsunade shot her a glare. "You're a strange one."
"I've been told," Shiro giggled internally, thoroughly unbothered.
After a few moments, they arrived in a vast open space. The laboratory. Its walls were lined with shelves brimming with gleaming bottles, strange herbs, and trinkets whose purposes Tsunade could only guess. Some liquids pulsed with an inner light, while others swirled with smoky tendrils, their colors shifting. The air smelled of herbs and burnt minerals, the distinct aroma of alchemical reactions lingering.
'It reminds me of Orochimaru's labs when I entered- is that a frog head in… a jar?' Tsunade thought to herself while being intrigued but also repulsed, it was an odd feeling for her.
At the center stood a long wooden table, its polished surface bearing countless alchemical tools. Vials of glowing liquid, bubbling cauldrons, and precisely measured powders were arranged with meticulous care. The craftsmanship of the instruments was immaculate. Every detail, down to the delicate engravings on the glassware, exuded an air of mastery.
"Welcome to the Alchemy room," Schnee announced, her voice cold but with pride. "Here, we craft everything from the simplest of potions to the most potent elixirs. Every ingredient is carefully sourced, every reaction meticulously monitored."
Tsunade stepped forward, sharp eyes scanning the setup. She didn't understand the principles behind the work, but the level of discipline was clear. This wasn't the chaotic mess of a makeshift medical tent. This was a sanctum of knowledge. Books everywhere, medical ingredients labeled without fail… There was no room for error here.
"And now," Schnee continued, plucking a crystal vial from the table, "let's try something a little more… interesting."
But before anything could begin, a sudden clatter echoed through the room.
"Ah!"
Tsunade spun around, her instincts flaring, but the source of the noise was far from an enemy. Ino, standing just a few steps away, had dropped the weapon she had been inspecting. The kunoichi's wide-eyed stare was locked on Tsunade, her face flushed with shock and awe.
"S- S- S-Sannin! The Tsunade Senju!" Ino stammered, her voice trembling. "The strongest kunoichi… Here? Now? What, how, why?"
It was like watching a fangirl meeting her idol for the first time. Ino's hands flailed in front of her as if struggling to decide whether to bow, salute, or simply faint. The sheer disbelief plastered across her face was almost comical.
But before the weapon could even hit the ground, Schnee moved.
With impossible grace and poise, she vanished from sight, only to reappear mid-air, her slender fingers effortlessly snatching the short sword before it could clang against the floor. The movement was seamless, like a gust of wind slipping through the cracks.
"Careful," Schnee said, her expression unreadable. "These weapons are not to be disgraced."
Ino's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, her embarrassment evident. "I- I'm so sorry!"
Tsunade, though initially startled, couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement. Schnee's speed and precision were impressive. Not many could move like that without even a trace of wasted motion.
"You really are something," Tsunade muttered, her eyes narrowing.
Schnee's smile was faint, but it lingered. "Mmm," Nodding, she placed the short sword on a shelf and swiftly rejoined Guldrin as a maid should.
Ino's excitement, however, remained utterly uncontainable. Her hands flailed as she bounced on the balls of her feet, her mouth running faster than her thoughts. "I can't believe this! Lady Tsunade, what are you doing here? Did you come here to help us? Are you going to teach us something? Or maybe you're testing our abilities? Oh, wait! Are you inspecting the Sanctum's potions for the Hokage? Wait, how could you even know about this place? Are you here with Danzo!?!?"
The moment the words left her mouth, the sheer absurdity of what she'd just implied seemed to dawn on her. Her excitement twisted into panic as her eyes darted between Guldrin, Schnee, and Tsunade. "I-I didn't mean it like that! I swear!"
"Ino," Guldrin interrupted dryly, his voice cutting through her hysteria. "Breathe."
She froze, taking a shaky gulp of air, though her eyes remained wide with anticipation.
Tsunade, however, didn't share Ino's flustered demeanor. Her scowl deepened at the mention of Danzo. The name alone was enough to summon a storm behind her eyes. Arms crossed, her voice was low and dripping with disdain.
"Me? In league with that one-eyed mummy?" She scoffed. "Not a chance. I hate that man. So don't ever think I'm helping Danzo Shimura. Ever."
The declaration left no room for doubt. Even Shizune, who had maintained a composed presence so far, gave a subtle nod of agreement. The disdain Tsunade held for Danzo was practically legendary, though few ever dared to bring it up in her presence.
Guldrin's smirk twitched. "Well, I think that answers that."
Ino visibly deflated, relief washing over her face like a wave. "R-Right. Of course. Sorry, Lady Tsunade. I just… I got a little ahead of myself."
"A little?" Schnee murmured, though her tone lacked any real bite. If anything, her amusement was evident in the subtle curve of her lips. She missed silly moments like this.
Guldrin's smirk lingered, the edges of his lips twitching with amusement. The tension in the air was palpable, crackling with the anticipation of what was to come. Tsunade's fierce gaze never wavered, though he could see the curiosity glinting beneath her hardened exterior. She was trying to hide it, to maintain that unshakable composure, but Guldrin knew better. The desire to understand, to unravel the mystery laid before her, was eating away at her resolve.
"Now that we've established that Tsunade isn't here working for Danzo," Guldrin began again, his tone tinged with mock relief, "I think we can move on. You said you wanted proof. And trust me, Lady Tsunade, you're going to get it."
That was when Schnee's voice rang gently within his mind, her tone calm and inquisitive. The mental connection formed seamlessly, she wouldn't run into a situation where she couldn't connect with her young master again, her words like whispers brushing against the edges of his thoughts.
'Young master, you seem to know this woman. My new friend… Why are you trying to entice her?'
Guldrin blinked, surprised for only a moment before the realization hit. A telepathic link. Of course, Schnee was capable of such a thing. With her abilities, it was likely child's play. He quickly composed himself, maintaining his outward coolness as he responded in kind.
'Schnee? Huh. Telepathy. Useful.' He scanned the room briefly before locking eyes with her. She gave the smallest nod, confirming the link. 'Okay, I'm assuming this is some maid-to-master perk. Anyway, yes, I know her, sort of. Not personally, but of her, maybe more than I should? Doesn't matter. She's the foremost expert in medical ninjutsu. Strongest Kunoichi, too. Someone worth having on our side. We're not showing off for no reason. We're giving her a reason to join us.'
Schnee's response was swift, her tone firm.
'I see. She is my new friend. I will not manipulate her, but I understand. This is a good thing, so just don't go overboard.'
'Of course,' Guldrin replied, though his grin widened playfully. 'Besides, have you seen this woman punch someone through a wall? It's terrifying. I'd rather not be on the receiving end.'
The mental link faded as Schnee's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. Guldrin shifted his focus back to Tsunade, who still stood firm, her arms crossed,
Tsunade arched a brow. "I'm waiting."
"And that's my cue," Shiro announced cheerfully, breaking the moment. She had been rummaging through the numerous shelves lining the walls, her delicate hands deftly navigating the myriad of potions and vials. After a moment, she plucked one with the name 'Speed: 1' scrawled across its glassy surface in an immaculate script.
"Oh, that's an interesting choice," Schnee remarked approvingly, stepping closer to inspect the vial. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulder like a sheet of silk, glowing softly in the dim lantern light. "This potion is one we have many of, and it isn't hard to make. A good choice for a demonstration. Drink this, and your perception of time will slow. Your cells will enter a heightened state, causing you to move at a faster speed by default."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed, skepticism evident. "You're saying this thing can accelerate bodily functions beyond healing without chakra manipulation? That's impossible."
Schnee's serene smile never faltered. "Impossible? Tsunade, 'impossible' is what we challenge here."
The Sannin scoffed, but her curiosity betrayed her. "Fine. Prove it. But I am not drinking it this time."
"Gladly, and that is fine." Shiro grinned, holding the potion out toward Guldrin. "Hubby-san, would you like to do the honors, or shall I?"
Guldrin stepped forward, plucking the vial from Shiro's grasp. "Why not? Always good to lead by example."
The vial was small, and cool to the touch, and the liquid inside shimmered like molten gold. With a quick motion, he uncorked it. The scent that wafted forth was oddly pleasant, like fresh citrus mixed with a trace of mint. No chemical bitterness, no medicinal sting.
"Bottoms up," he quipped, before downing the potion in one smooth gulp.
The effect was immediate. A rush of energy surged through his veins, electrifying every nerve. His heart quickened, but not in panic, it was a rhythmic, steady beat. The world around him shifted, each movement of the others suddenly slow and deliberate, like a dream unfolding in fragmented frames. The lantern flames flickered lazily, their glow suspended in the thickened air.
'Haha, is this how the Flash felt? Wait, I have red lightning… Reverse Flash? Food for thought…'
He lifted his hand, watching in fascination as his fingers danced with impossible speed. Every flex, every curl of muscle, responded like clockwork.
"Whoa," Guldrin muttered, his voice sounding almost sluggish to his own ears. "Now that's a rush."
Tsunade's eyes widened, the shock evident. "What the hell…?"
Schnee's voice carried an undeniable satisfaction, her elegant posture barely concealing the pride she took in the capabilities of the store. "Fascinating, isn't it?" she said, her icy-blue eyes gleaming. "A temporary boost, yes, but no chakra strain. No backlash. Pure mana enhancement."
Guldrin, still riding the intoxicating rush of the potion's effects, gave an exaggerated spin. The world blurred, his movements unnaturally precise, every muscle responding like a finely tuned machine. He came to a halt with an impish grin, his chest heaving slightly, though he showed no sign of exhaustion. "I could get used to this."
But Tsunade wasn't smiling. Her arms were crossed, her jaw tight. Every instinct in her body screamed that this was wrong. Enhancements like that, accelerating the body without strain, defied the very laws of nature she had spent her entire life studying.
"That's not natural," she stated flatly, her amber eyes narrowing. "Enhancements like that should cause immense physical strain. Even the most advanced chakra infusions leave lasting effects. Accelerated muscle wear, increased heart rate, and cell damage. This… shouldn't be possible." She had blown into full Healer mode as she held Guldrin's hand and checked his condition.
Schnee, however, remained unperturbed. With the practiced patience of a seasoned teacher, she raised a single finger. "Ah, but that's where mana differs from chakra. Rather than pulling from within, it draws from the natural energy around us. Think of it as borrowing from the world itself, rather than draining your own reserves."
"Natural energy? Not nature chakra?" Tsunade's mind raced, the words twisting like knots of logic. It almost made sense, and that was what frustrated her the most. She hated it. Hated how the explanation fit together like a puzzle. Hated how the temptation gnawed at the back of her mind, urging her to understand more.
But what she hated most of all was how undeniably real it was.
"I wanted you to witness this for yourself," Guldrin said, his voice low but steady, the excitement still dancing in his eyes. "This isn't a parlor trick. This isn't snake oil, and I'm not some conman hawking empty promises. This is power. Controlled, refined, and limitless. And with your knowledge, Tsunade Senju, it could be so much more."
The words lingered, heavy with intent. This was an offer, a proposition that pulled at the very foundations of everything she believed. Guldrin wasn't asking her to merely witness the impossible, he was inviting her to become a part of it. To stand at the precipice of something that could alter the very fabric of the Shinobi world.
Because, surely, that was the only outcome if these advancements were introduced.
A single health potion that could mend flesh without chakra. A speed potion that rewrote the rules of human limitation. And who knew what else they were capable of? Such knowledge in the hands of a medical ninja, it was a terrifying thought.
Tsunade's jaw clenched, her nails biting into her palms. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a clear answer. Not yet.
"Show me more," she said, her voice firm, though her heart pounded in anticipation. "I'm not convinced."
But she was. She just wouldn't admit it.
She could feel the bitter truth clawing at her from within. The undeniable curiosity. The undeniable hunger for understanding. She had spent a lifetime chasing answers, pushing the boundaries of what was possible in medicine. And now, standing before her, was the promise of something beyond those boundaries.
I mean, who could walk away from this?
What self-respecting foremost expert on medical theory could leave after witnessing something like this? The rational part of her mind tried to fight it, but it was useless. She was already hooked. Even if she wanted to leave, her thoughts would never allow her to forget what she had seen.
A potion that can revive people? Or one that enhances speed? And this was only the beginning…
She was trapped. Not by force, but by fascination.
Guldrin saw it. He knew. The grin that spread across his face was maddeningly smug, the kind of grin that said he had won… Because, ohh, he had.
"Oh, don't worry," he said, voice dripping with satisfaction. "We're just getting started."
And the world had no idea what it was in for.
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