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purpleqilinwrites · 15 days ago

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on that day in the summer rains.

a/n: this my entry for rylie's @cheriecoke love through the ages collab! thank you for hosting this collab, rylie! i had a lot of fun writing this, even if the research was a lot to handle hahaha. this reminded me how much i love nanami, so thank you! ❤ the other entries for the collab can be found here!

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: fluff

info: heian era setting; japanese folklore au; nanami is half-kitsune; reader is half-tengu

warnings: feminine pronouns used

synopsis: it was during the time of summer rains when you accepted lord nanami's offer of marriage with no expectations.

word count: 5.5k

Nanami Kento

It was a late afternoon cloaked in the gusty whispers left behind by the summer rains when you were received once again into the proud Nanami residence in the Third Ward. In a different manner from your first arrival, the front gates were open prior to your hired ox-drawn carriage making an appearance from around the street corner. From within, you heard the loud voices of the servants calling out their welcomes to you, the new lady of the house. They were throwing rice into the air by the handfuls so as to ward off evil for an occasion the head of their household considered joyous.

Nanami no Kento was among the people who were waiting to greet you when you exited your carriage to ascend the stairs leading to the main pavilion of the house.

He recited a series of poems written with particular emotion – you were worldly enough to recognise that all seven of them had already been written by more prominent men than he – as he escorted you along the verandas of the main building to the northern pavilion that had been prepared for you. You noted, with a certain gusto, how the smile of one specific servant girl faltered when she caught a glimpse of you as you walked a man's pace and a half behind him. Hiding your smile behind the fan you held up to cover your face, you kept your eyes on Lord Nanami's back even if you would've liked to peer into the rooms he was leading you past.

Silently, you listened to your new husband's admittedly attractive voice rumble pleasantly over the sound of the evening breezes flitting about the trees.

Being a stranger to the capital where a horde of mortals lived made you a stranger also to their many peculiar habits. One such habit that you expected you'd likely never be at peace with was this very strange obsession with speaking in poetry.

"Lord Kitsune, speak plainly to me," you said, lowering your eyes so as not to meet his. You put on a bashful display by lifting a sleeved hand to your face, though it was already partially hidden behind the fan you held with your other hand. "Do not hide behind words written by other men."

The weight of the sigh of relief that escaped Lord Nanami at your words surprised you. It had been your express intention to befuddle him, even if only a little bit. Though your intentions hadn't succeeded, your interest in him was piqued. What a fascinating husband you acquired!

You've known him for the space of only a spring and a couple of months past, but you knew nothing of him that had not been gleaned from eavesdropping on gossip. For the largest part of the time you were acquainted with him, he had been in a comatose state due to a spiritual force that no one could dispel but you with your supernatural abilities and your biwa.

Against your expectation of the gentry of the capital, Nanami no Kento, only son of the Minister of the Left and relative to His Imperial Majesty himself, thanked you for your candour.

You were in the Nanami residence for all of a week before the rumours about you reached your ears.

It came to you through one of your shikigami that you had enchanted from a pinch of your own hair trimmings into a crow. The stark black shape of him swooped down into your inner chambers from a thick branch of one of the many maple trees in the garden, eyes bright, and he landed on your shoulder. Sensing his excitement to make his report, you halted in restringing your koto and laid it on the floor beside you in the meantime.

"Ichirou knows! The gossip is that the emperor's favoured diviner married a godless barbarian!" he cried, fluffing up his glossy night-dark feathers in a display of pride. "The tall-hatted nobles all think that the kitsune man is hiding you away because you are ugly and large and muscular!"

You chuckled as you listened to the gossip Ichirou gathered after having circled the capital for a few days, unperturbed by the apparently negative light that Lord Nanami's mortal peers viewed you in. It was within your expectations, and your first appearance at the capital only confirmed it.

Despite the fact that the Imperial Princess Utahime herself summoned you to the capital with a lot of gifts and a little bit of pleading on behalf of her second cousin Lord Nanami, these mortals who prided themselves on their purportedly superior breeding were unable to see past your origins from a lowly far-off island. You never supposed that a subsequent appearance to the capital would change their minds even in the slightest.

Lifting your hands from your lap, you guided your shikigami off your shoulder to perch on the layers of robes draped over the bone of your wrist instead.

"And what does this kitsune man think of me?" you asked, rubbing your fingers along the sides of his head.

Ichirou lowered his head, as if to tell you a secret, his eyes alight with a familiar glimmer of mischief. "Ichirou does not know! Ask Jirou! Ask Saburou!" was all he cried out before he hopped off your wrist and returned outside to wander noisily at his reflection on the still mirror provided by the landmark artificial lake in the south of the Nanami residence.

"Your shikigami has been following me."

Lord Nanami announced his presence in a most unorthodox fashion, though the herbal incense that scented his formal courtly robes preceded his words and even the steady rhythm of his footfall on the veranda. You continued reading the bound book of Chinese poems laid across your lap by orange lamplight, smiling to yourself.

"Which one?" you asked, pretending to turn around so that you may greet your husband properly but ultimately ignoring him in favour of stirring the ashes in the brazier. With a whispered command falling from your lips, the metal rod resting along the outer lip of the brazier rose to attention and began dutifully making its rounds.

Lord Nanami remained on the veranda, watching you in silence. If it had been another man in such close proximity to you, you would've liked to chase him away with a terrifying illusion, though perhaps a particularly monstrous gale would work better. However, while you have never personally seen him at work, you were aware that he had earned his lofty position as the emperor's most favoured diviner. An unusually quarrelsome wind would've hardly been cause enough for one such as him to blink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him rap his knuckles against the sliding door that separated where he stood from your position in your inner chambers. You gestured for him to take a seat across from you, and he nodded as he stepped over the threshold.

"If there's anything that attracts your curiosity, you may inquire of me directly," he said. "I don't intend on leaving anything undisclosed to my wife."

Once again, Lord Nanami surprised you with his straightforward manner, and you could not help the smile rising into full bloom on your lips. To avoid loosing an unseemly bout of cackling, you instead gave the command for the metal rod to cease its movement. There was an unceremonious clang of metal hitting metal as it fell to the previous position. Lord Nanami paid it no mind, keeping his eyes on you as he waited.

"You have lived in this capital for all thirty or so years of your life and not once have you taken a woman into your home. Not until your cousin the princess called for me out of my Satsuma province," you said, closing your book of poems. You had an inkling that this conversation was about to become far more interesting than what was within those pages. "It is most curious indeed."

Lord Nanami, you were quickly coming to understand, was not erratic like the mortals you have had both the pleasure and displeasure of meeting in all your years. He lacked their capriciousness, both in emotion and in purpose. It was becoming more apparent to you that the two of you were more alike than he thought to mention.

"I sought only a wife who would empathise with my lived experience," he said.

It was an admission of sorts. The way he spoke was how you imagined the mortals liked to speak to their deity who lived on the moon, or one of their unending number of minor gods who might live at the bottom of a large body of water. There was the barest of tremors in his voice, and you were seized by a strange but fond urge to bite on his nose to make it stop. "It has been quite the burden to bear, this kitsune blood of mine."

You maintained the silence. It seemed that he had yet more to add, but you waited for nought.

"I have never once been ashamed of my tengu blood," you said, finally. The reality was that you were speaking to your husband, but in these long shadows cast by the pine trees outside the northern pavilion, you were speaking to a kitsune boy who was telling you a secret. You had no intention of comforting him. "There is no absolution to be found for those like us in the eyes of these mortals. You will learn to bear your blood with pride, else do not bear it at all."

Nanami no Kento did not require anything of you as his wife. For that, you would count yourself as exceedingly blessed above the other women in the capital. You would dare say that you were more blessed than even Her Imperial Highness herself.

The principal wife of his father has visited you at the Nanami residence twice already: once in the week immediately after you became a wife, and then again in the dead of winter. She jabbered on about this and that regarding your apparent duties to a prominent courtly man such as Lord Nanami. Whilst her mouth formed words, she busied her hands with grinding inkstone so that she may write these duties down on a scrap of paper pulled from within the folds of her many-layered robes. Not once in either of those two visits has she looked you in the eye, or anywhere remotely close to your eyes, for that matter.

If an educated and worldly mortal woman such as her was this vulnerable to rumours that were yet unfounded, you decided you wouldn't interfere.

You maintained a neutral face as you sat across from her, a stark contrast against the growing beguilement in your heart. With a word disguised as a demure clearing of the throat behind your sleeve lifted to your mouth, you willed the already cooled tea in your cup to become hot again. Even when the curls of steam rose lazily from the cup directly in front of you and nowhere else, the woman didn't appear to pay this anomaly any mind.

Ichirou was proud to reveal the mortals' misguided notion to you when the woman left your pavilion after her first visit. "Defilement passes through the eyes! Misfortune passes through the eyes!" You were scratching under his chin as he repeated his refrain, amused that he was spending his time collecting gossip even when you had not asked.

"Do the mortals behave in the same manner towards Lord Nanami?"

The question rose to your lips and materialised into the air unbidden. You hadn't processed the thought before it formed. It was unexpected enough that Ichirou shut his beak for longer than he ever managed to be quiet for since his creation. He tilted his head quite dramatically to the side, as if asking you where that had come from.

"They do not like him either! They say the kitsune man brings misfortune! Poor, poor Lord Nanami!" Ichirou shouted. Before you could prod him for more information, he promptly removed himself from his perch on your sleeve and took off for the trees.

Even as Ichirou circled the maple trees in the courtyard, you could hear his voice interspersed with the general din of servants preparing for Lord Nanami's arrival home from accompanying the emperor on a short pilgrimage. "Poor, poor Lord Nanami! Poor, poor Lord Nanami!"

There was a painting that you were forming in your mind of his time in the capital. Each brushstroke was becoming thinner and smaller than the last as you began filling in the small details of what you knew of your husband. It was not the picture you expected. The knowledge you were in possession of concerning the hierarchy of the mortals and how they interacted with each other failed you repeatedly. Instead, you had to learn a new thing and learn yet again.

You summoned Jirou by name, calling him to your inner chambers from the shadows where he normally remained. He landed on bent legs rather clumsily when he appeared on the wooden flooring in front of you at your command. "I want you to follow Lord Nanami. Make yourself present about him at all times. When you feel you have learned enough, report back to me."

The time of year would come again when the list of court appointments would be published.

You were leaning over your handiwork that was draped across your lap, a makeshift covering in the cold weather that provided some warmth. The servant girl that you recognised as harbouring some romantic feelings towards Lord Nanami was on the veranda of your northern pavilion, kneeling beside your allotment of the evening meal as she addressed you by your title.

You have been the lady of the house for almost half a year. It surprised you that she would hold on to those unreciprocated emotions for as long as she has. In all your time in the Third Ward, the affectionate glimmer in her eyes when Lord Nanami was present had not dulled in the slightest.

If you were one of those spiritual beings who hungered pointlessly after power, she would likely be the first mortal that you'd consume. Her heart was strong, so it would nourish your supernatural abilities well.

"Madam, is that for Master Nanami?" she asked, after you had granted her permission to enter the outer chambers of your pavilion to bring you your meal.

You looked up from your current preoccupation, and a light chuckle passed your lips at the immediacy in which the servant girl averted her eyes from your general direction. Even with the girl's head turned away from you, she was bold enough to keep her eyes on the long edge of the dark silk robe you were in the middle of hemming.

A strong heart she had indeed.

"Yes," you said, turning to her fully to watch her reaction. "He will wear it for his first appearance to the court after his appointment is confirmed for the year. After all, is it not the duty of a wife to present her husband in dignity to his fellows?"

A dark cloud of emotion passed over the servant girl's face before she chased it away. It had the form of jealousy, but you couldn't tell for certain what it was. You had no personal experience with such a transitory, inconsequential thing.

"You haven't played your biwa once since you became my wife," Lord Nanami said, making quick work of removing the peel of the mandarin in his hands and then separating the flesh into segments. The fragrance of the fruit burst into the air, crisp and sweet, and you were salivating despite yourself. You watched him with rapt attention as he placed the mandarin segments in a neat row, starting from the edge of the plate that was closest to you.

"Is residing in the capital so displeasing that your musical sensibilities are obstructed?" The fruit was mostly sweet and only slightly tangy on your tongue, and exceedingly juicy. Lord Nanami's attempt at a humourous jab was almost lost on you as you savoured the familiar taste.

It's been a while since you had the pleasure of eating mandarins grown in your home province of Satsuma. The family of fruit farmers of whom you were a frequent customer must be wondering why Saburou hasn't yet visited them with an order from your residence and a partial payment. You had it in mind to send your shikigami with a letter that explained your recent lack of patronage once Lord Nanami had retired to his own pavilion for the night.

"Not so, Lord Kitsune," you said, reaching for another piece. "I am not so inclined to entertain, is all."

Lord Nanami appeared to accept your answer, nodding in acknowledgement and turning his attention to the bowl of mandarins that needed peeling. In the middle of perhaps the third or the fourth mandarin that he made ready for your eating, he asked, "Would the lady of the house be inclined to play a song for me sometime yet? Without the sufferance of a malediction, of course."

In light of the discreet, almost boyish smile that tilted the corners of his lips upwards, you recognised that it was your turn to return the jest. "Pity that I require the misfortune of others to do any beneficial work at all."

Lord Nanami laughed, and it was a melodic, chesty sound. Somewhere in your own chest, there was a secret kindling that caught aflame.

You were in the middle of practising your calligraphy when a shadowy shape came hurtling into the standing screen that kept you hidden from any busybody courtiers.

According to Lord Nanami, his family residences had historically drawn many of such mortals, beginning from the time of the rumours surrounding his father's acquisition of his mother, a secondary wife. It was the hearsay that said she was disguised as a mortal woman that caused the worst of these unnecessary surveillances.

Since the news and subsequent verification of your own marriage had spread about the capital, these gossipers have taken turns visiting the Nanami residence under the pretence of leaving your husband a gift or a letter.

It wasn't any of the busybody mortals or the servants of such who came uninvited into your pavilion.

"Ichirou knows! The fake mother has been asking about you!" was the announcement that your shikigami brought to you. Picking up the mess of papers that accumulated over the span of your days spent practising calligraphy, you shuffled them into a neat stack and turned away from the table to stretch out your arm to Ichirou.

He made a series to clicking sounds to ensure that he had your attention, settling firmly on the curve of your shoulder instead of the arm you offered him.

"The fake mother does not like you! She says 'poor Lord Nanami'!" Ichirou said, in a lower volume than he normally spoke. His posture was conspiratorial, bent close to your head with his beak brushing against the shell of your ear. "The bolts of silk and boxes of incense that came as gifts in the past three months are all from her! Those fake court mortals are paid to be nosy and find out if you are pregnant yet! She said it is because she is concerned that you never leave the house!"

You cackled.

This principal wife of Lord Nanami's father was agonising over the production of an heir to the Nanami clan! An heir that wouldn't be from her line and therefore one that she could not take credit for, considering that Lord Nanami was her son only by her marriage to his father.

There was a familiar twinkle of mischief in Ichirou's dark eyes, and so you asked him, "And what terrible lies did you whisper in that woman's ear, Ichirou?"

Your shikigami loosened his talons from the fabric of your robes, jumping up from your shoulder and making a dramatic landing on the wooden floor in front of you. He trilled pleasantly, hopping about rhythmically on the same spot and alternating his landing between his right foot and then his left. "I say 'Beware'! Over and over! While the fake mother tries to sleep, I make her afraid! 'Beware! Beware! The time is coming!'"

When the cherry trees around the capital unveiled their blossoms, the Imperial Princess Utahime sent an invitation for you to accompany Lord Nanami to the palace for a viewing party. He was quick to assure you that you need not burden yourself with accepting, but you were just as quick to counter him; you have yet to thank Her Imperial Highness for her generosity that followed even after the task she set for you was complete.

"I don't imagine the capital had much appeal to you, and yet you came when the princess asked for you." Lord Nanami poured tea for you, and you let him.

When you thanked him, it brought to remembrance the many grievances of the woman who called herself his mother, who fretted about him and about your supposedly indecorous manner towards him as though she had personally birthed him. The woman might start pulling her own hair out once she was made aware that it was your husband who took pleasure in serving you and not the other way around.

"I have my curiosities," you said, using the hot tea within the cup to warm your hands though you were made impervious to the early spring chill by a spell of your own creation. "However, I admit I was the most curious about you, Lord Kitsune."

The tips of Lord Nanami's ears began to flush at the same time that a short gasp of surprise escaped him. Heartened by his unexpected reaction, you kept talking. "Spiritual beings do not typically have dealings with mortals, and children born of such dealings are scarce. I might have heard a rumour that such children are a master's work among crude materials, so to speak."

Time appeared to still about him as you lifted your cup to your lips for a sip of tea, waiting. Having finished it within a series of small mouthfuls, you refilled your own cup for once and waited some more.

The meaning of your words finally dawned on Lord Nanami when you heard him poorly counterfeit the rasp of a cough into his sleeve. His ears bloomed pink in the same manner as the cherry trees that were early for the season. The colour travelled down the back of his neck, contrasting beautifully against the fair strands of his hair that shone like the finest golden silk threads in the afternoon light.

"Perhaps your all curiosities have been adequately sated?" he asked, coming back to himself and to this moment with you. In the honey-brown bright of his eyes, the slit pupils have swelled endearingly to a full circle that scrubbed off part of his kitsune charm and made him appear more mortal.

It was a sight that you, despite yourself, tucked away in your chest. A most precious sight that should only be witnessed by you.

You smiled into your second cup of tea, having one unspoken curiosity about kitsune answered. "I should think so," you said. "We tengu have the deepest of affections for things of gold and things of beauty, after all."

Jirou was giving you his report of the months he resided within Lord Nanami's shadow as per your instruction, when you picked up the noise of a crowd of mortals approaching the direction of your pavilion. It was much louder than the usual servants' chatter and footfalls that you had grown accustomed to. You took your shikigami into your own shadow, wary of the presence of an unfriendly supernatural power within that mass of people.

A servant arrived on your veranda from within the ruckus. They knocked and then slid open the door to your chambers before you granted them permission. From behind the standing screen that obstructed the view of you from the veranda, you were able to discern the sound of Lord Nanami's voice in the distance.

The servant spoke. "Madam, I apologise for the interruption, but Minister Nanami and the Lady of the Second Ward have arrived. They have brought a priest on behalf of the madam since your ladyship was absent for the Great Purification. They request that the madam would don mourning robes for the purification, and quickly."

The ceremony for purification was mandatory chiefly for the imperial family and the courtiers who served them. It puzzled you that Lord Nanami's father, with his principal wife, would take the time and the effort of bringing this mortal rite to you when you were counted neither as a member of that family nor a courtier beneath them.

You had no interest in taking orders from a mortal, and so you remained seated with the intention of turning away anyone else who came to your chambers with a demand.

The servant who was on your veranda easily took the silence from within your room as a refusal. With another apology, she closed the sliding door and left. The sound of her footsteps told you she was going away to the main pavilion of the house, and you called for Jirou out of your shadow once you had to strain to hear her walking.

"Jirou knows the minister and the wife are Lord Nanami's family but they are not his kin," he said. "Lord Nanami does not belong."

You had gleaned as much from the account he gave before he was interrupted, but there was a finality to hearing this conclusion spoken aloud. There was a pinch in your chest. It ached with a pain that you thought you had long forgotten about.

What could Lord Nanami be saying to them? What more did he have to say after years of living like this?

All the paint strokes of Lord Nanami's life before you were coming together as a full picture in your mind, but there were still glaringly large patches of empty space here and there. It was made up of the things that he never said aloud. Things that you thought to ask only briefly but ultimately forwent.

"Lord Nanami is at the door," was all the warning Jirou gave before he hopped into your shadow. Knowing that your shikigami had a penchant for avoiding anything that had the stench of a hassle, you heaved a sigh as a means of mourning your previously quiet afternoon.

You inclined your ear to the direction of the veranda when the commotion in the courtyard finally arrived at your pavilion. Indeed Lord Nanami was standing outside your pavilion, but he wasn't the only one there. The principal wife of his father was with him, as well as a few other mortals whose presences and scents you didn't recognise.

Lord Nanami's voice was much clearer than it was earlier on, muffled only by the overlapping blabber of whoever else was crowding the veranda with him.

"Unacceptable."

There was a harshness in his tone that was entirely unfamiliar to you. In the entirety of your time as the lady of his house, Lord Nanami spoke to you gently. Even though his servants esteemed him highly enough to show deference to you no matter their personal feelings, you knew it was their duty that moved them. It was nothing like the consistent kindness shown to you by Lord Nanami, sincere enough and true enough that even your winter-dead heart was warmed by it. By him.

The shriek of that principal wife of Lord Nanami's father cut through indignant whispers of the servants – you realise now that those other mortals must serve her and not your husband. "Can you sleep peacefully knowing your wife hasn't been purified? This will be a year of misfortune for her. As long as that woman remains in this house, you can be sure she'll ruin you too, Kento."

The wooden slats that made up the veranda gave a high-pitched creak when a sudden weight dropped onto them. From behind the closed sliding door, Lord Nanami's supernatural abilities palpably bore down on the air. The desire to gaze upon his mysterious shikigami moved you to look through Ichirou's eyes, believing that his prying tendencies would've placed him among the maple trees facing your pavilion regardless of your command.

True enough, Ichirou was perched on a high branch alongside a few crows that he must've befriended during his spare time roaming the capital. His field of vision was a straight line to where Lord Nanami had his back against the door to your chambers, standing guard.

In front of Lord Nanami stood a fox-like creature that appeared to be made of stone. Even with his front legs bent in preparation to pounce, it was apparent that he would dwarf even his master at his full height.

Only Lord Nanami remained standing. Everyone else who was crowding about him on the veranda crumpled when the shikigami released a sharp exhale through an open and eager maw, baring rows and rows of pointed teeth that glistened thickly with drool. A thrill rose up within you as you watched the principal wife of Lord Nanami's father scramble to put space between her and the shikigami. You cackled, feeling Ichirou mirror your amusement, a pleasant thrum at the base of your throat.

The wild fear that danced in the woman's dark eyes was most delicious. You licked your lips, waiting to see what your husband would do next.

"My wife is not to be disturbed. If she makes her appearance, it will be of her own will," he said, gesturing for his shikigami to come to heel.

His servants grasped the underlying meaning of his words, arriving along the walled corridors to disperse the crowd that had gathered outside your chambers. Through Ichirou's eyes, you saw how Lord Nanami kept watch on the movement of the people, ensuring that he alone stayed behind.

It was a curiosity to you that he was taking such great pains to safeguard your privacy. You hadn't asked it of him even once. Not even in passing.

Still making use of Ichirou's lurking among the lush summer foliage of the maple trees in the garden, you saw the fatigued sag in Lord Nanami's shoulders once he had ascertained that the task he set for himself had been accomplished.

You summoned Jirou to make his appearance to Lord Nanami.

"You have my gratitude, Lord Kitsune." It was your voice that sounded from Jirou's open beak. Lord Nanami's mouth moved, but it was to dismiss his shikigami.

He took two steps away from the closed door to your chambers before he gave his response. "You are most precious to me. What I have done is only to make them recognise it," was what he left to you, before he tread heavily along the way back to the main pavilion of the house.

Unlike the disorderly manner in which the mortals crowded the Third Ward residence that Lord Nanami shared with you, there was no commotion when the minister and his principal wife and their needlessly large retinue exited the open gates.

It was after you partook of the evening meal that Lord Nanami arrived on your veranda, sliding the door open and letting the late afternoon breezes in. His footsteps were quick and his breath was ragged, signs that he made great haste to come to you even in the presence of summer rains. Even the lacquered hat he wore that signified his courtly rank was askew.

The thought of him rushing to meet you was sweet. You made sure your voice reflected your heart when you pretended not to know the reason for his appearance, wandering aloud.

"This is the first time you called for me," he said, stepping in after you invited him closer.

Part of the white paper of the letter you sent to him after the noontime meal was peeking out from within the layers of his formal courtly robes, bright against the dark dye of his outermost coat. You took delight in noticing that the paper was slightly rumpled despite being so thick, as though he kept your letter close to his heart for the hours that he was busy at court and couldn't yet return home to you.

You lifted your koto onto your lap, mirroring the smile that your husband wore, though his was more boyish and almost shy. The roundness of his pupils revealed his feelings, and you revelled in it as though it was a new thing to you. In some ways, you supposed it was.

"I do believe there is occasion for a song or two. If it pleases you, my lord," you said, delicately plucking at the strings as though you were checking on their condition.

Lord Nanami settled onto the cushion beside you, sitting close enough for your knee to press into the side of his thigh. "I ask for nothing more."

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