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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The​​ classroom was now‌⁠‍ empty; all the⁠​ students had left.‍⁠

Grad‍ and Rosalia projected⁠ a complete map‌⁠⁠ of the northern‌ mountainous region onto‌‌⁠ the front wall.‍‌

On‍ the wide map‍‍‌ of the northwest⁠‍ mountains, each pair’s‍⁠‍ location was updated​‍‌ in real-time.

This‍​‌ was possible because‌ the maps given⁠‌ to students weren’t‌​⁠ only imbued with‍⁠‌ defensive magic to‌‌⁠ detect elimination—they also‍ had a real-time⁠‍​ tracking spell.

An‍‌‍ assistant instructor reported⁠⁠‌ the situation: student​‍‌ eliminations were occurring​⁠ faster than expected.​​​ And most importantly,​ none of them‌​ were eliminated by‌‌​ monsters.

Although‍⁠‌ only four hours⁠‍‌ had passed since​‍ practical training began,‌⁠ eleven pairs had​​‌ already been eliminated.‌‌

Almost⁠‌‍ a tenth of⁠ all participants were⁠ out, far exceeding‍​‍ expectations.

The​​​ fact that none‌⁠‌ had fallen to​ monsters meant only‌ one thing: conflicts⁠ between students.

Three⁠ pairs stood out.⁠

Ludger‍​ Schwaben & Almon‍‍‍ Donertz; Carlo Deneb⁠​‍ & Alia Torta;​ and Luina Bercheff‍⁠ & Fernan Pallenberg.​⁠

“Fernan‌‌ Pellenberg? What do⁠‍​ you make of​⁠ that, Professor Rosalia?”‍

“It’s⁠‍ a bit unexpected.‌ Fernan isn’t one‌⁠‍ to take such​​ a step. Maybe‍‌ he’s just matching‍‍‌ Luina’s pace. She’s​ the kind of‍‍‍ student who always‍ gives her all—almost​ terrifyingly so.”

For‌‌⁠ Professor Rosalia, it​⁠ was a real​‍ surprise. The Fernan‌‌ she had observed⁠ over the last​​‌ year was more‌⁠‍ merchant than noble—valuing‌‌ profit and pragmatism‌‍‍ over honor or‌ prestige.

Frankly,⁠ the fact he‍​​ teamed up with‍ Luina at all⁠ was hard to‍ understand.

“Could⁠ it be for⁠ money again? But​⁠ if so, then‌⁠‍ Fernan shouldn’t settle‍⁠​ for Luina.”

“If⁠​ he’s doing it,​⁠⁠ it must be‌‍ because he sees‌‌​ it as more‌ profitable.”

Fernan​⁠ was the kind‌‍ of student who​ always prioritized gains.​​‍ That was the‍ Fernan Rosalia had‍‍ come to know‌⁠‍ during the past​‍ year.

“The​ only thing pairing‌‍ with Luina and‍ following her would​​⁠ yield is high⁠​‌ scores. But hasn’t‍⁠ he been indifferent​ to grades until‍​ now?”

“Fernan⁠ recently visited the⁠​⁠ Pellenberg estate. The‌⁠​ Duke may have‍ given him new‌⁠‍ orders.”

“That‌‍ would make sense.”⁠⁠

Grad‍‍‌ stroked his chin.​‍⁠

“Well,⁠​ it’s not that​‍‌ important. Professor Rosalia,‌‌ in your opinion,⁠‍ who’s likely to‌ win?”

“Most‍‌​ likely one of‍ the three pairs‍​⁠ I mentioned before.”​​

“More‍‌ specifically?”

“All‌ are strong contenders.⁠ I can’t give‌ a definite answer.”‍

“Steadfast‍‌​ as always.”

Grad’s‍‌‍ gaze shifted as​ he noticed two​ markers converging.

“At‍ minimum, we’re about‍‍ to go from​ three possibilities to‍‍​ two.”

“They‌ might cross paths​ and then move⁠‌⁠ on separately.”

“Possibly.”‍‌

Grad‍ stepped onto the⁠ magic circle.

“Are‍‌‍ you going out?”⁠​

“If​ they clash, the⁠‍ assistants alone can’t‌⁠‌ guarantee their safety.‌‌‍ Stay here and⁠ continue monitoring the​‌ situation.”

“Yes,‌‌​ sir.”

With‍ a flash of‍‍ light, Grad vanished.‌⁠

Left‌​‌ alone in the‌‍‍ classroom, Rosalia sat‌ down again and‌ resumed watching the⁠ map.

She‍‌‌ could see many​‍‌ markers moving quickly:‍​ some encountering each⁠ other and clashing‌​⁠ before fleeing, some‌ seeking others to​ capture for extra⁠ points, others heading‌ north, focused only‌⁠ on their destination.​

Among​‍ the chaotic points,​‍ Rosalia’s gaze fixed​ on two.

“…Ludger​⁠‌ Schwaben, Fernan Pallenberg.”⁠

The​​⁠ two most prominent​‍ second-year students.

***​

Jane​ Hux from the‌‍ Knight Department and⁠‍‌ Ned Palan from⁠ the Magic Department​ had been eliminated—extra‍⁠⁠ points went to‍‍‍ Luina Bercheff (Knight)‌ and Fernan Pallenberg‍‌ (Magic).

Just‍ after Luina incapacitated​ Jane, an assistant‌‍‌ teleported them away.‌⁠‍

The⁠ map not only‌​‍ displayed locations but‌ also protected students‍‍ and served as‍‌ official proof of​‌ elimination.

“With​ the defensive magic‍‌ active, we no‌ longer have to​‍​ hold back in‌ combat.”

“Was‍‍ that you holding⁠‌‌ back?”

“I‌ tried to stop‍‍‌ just before the‍​ hit. But with‌‍ the defensive magic,‌ it wasn’t necessary.”​‍

“She‍ looked like she​ was about to⁠‍‍ pass out.”

“Jane’s‍ usually a bit‍‍‍ timid. She’ll need⁠ to fix that​⁠⁠ if she wants‍​‌ to become a knight.”

Luina​ genuinely cared about​ her. Noticing that‌‍ continuing the conversation‌ would only give​ him a headache,⁠‌ Fernan changed the‌ subject.

“So,⁠ where to now?”‌​

The‍‍‍ two floated above‍​ the terrain using​ Fernan’s magic, surveying⁠ the land.

A vast mountain range​⁠‌ lay beneath them.‍​

“The‌‍⁠ area marked on⁠​‌ the map is​ the northern coast,‌⁠ and we should⁠ be somewhere around‍ here.”

“The‌​ western mountain range,‌​​ huh?”

The‍ northern region was⁠​‌ the academy’s largest​‌ terrain segment, split‌ into east and​‌ west.

“We’ll⁠ need to head​​ northeast.”

“Alright‌ then.”

Fernan‌ dispelled the magic.⁠ The towering cliff‍​⁠ beneath them receded.‍‍‌

“There⁠ were quite a few people nearby,⁠​‌ right?”

“Yes.”‍⁠⁠

“What‍⁠ do you want‌⁠​ to do?”

“Do​⁠ I really need⁠​ to answer that?”⁠​

As​​ expected, a slight‍‌ smile curved Fernan’s‍​ lips.

Every‍ year there was⁠​ one outstanding student‍‌‍ and one second-tier.‍‍ But only a few become Royal‌ Knights.

Yet,‌‍‍ the prophecy had‍‌ mentioned it—and so‌ far, every prophecy‍‍ had come true.​‌‌

That’s‍‌‌ why he decided‌​‍ to confirm it​‍ himself.

“You​ can never verify​⁠ something too many‍‍‍ times.”

After⁠‌‌ all, he was‍​ a merchant. A single mistake or‍ misinformation could mean‍⁠ catastrophic losses. He‍ was someone who​ always questioned, researched,‌‍⁠ and sought increasing⁠‌⁠ assurance.

He‍ didn’t intend to‌​⁠ settle for one‌⁠ or two rounds.⁠‌ His alliance with‍​​ Luina was both‍⁠‍ a means to​⁠ earn her favor‌⁠⁠ and a test‍⁠ of his capabilities.⁠‌​

“To‌⁠ the west.”

“The‍ west, huh?”

The​​‍ presence came from⁠ the west.

“I’ll⁠​ go ahead before‌‌​ we lose track‌‍‌ of them.”

Luina⁠‍​ launched off the‍‍‍ ground and shot‌ ahead like an‌⁠​ arrow.

“It’s​ not that I intended to hang​​ back.”

“…What’s​ that supposed to​ mean?”

“You‍ have to use​‍ magic. It spares​​‌ a lot of‌ physical strain.”

Rumble.‌

Fernan⁠ stood still with‍ arms crossed. Yet,​⁠ the ground flowed‍‍ on its own,‌‍ forming beneath Luina‌‍ and keeping pace⁠‍⁠ with her.

“I’ve​​‍ never seen that​⁠​ magic before.”

“I‍‍ learned it quickly​‌ from a family⁠​‌ mage. I hate‍ sweating.”

“Moving​​ your body alone⁠​​ keeps illness at​ bay.”

“Mana‍​ handles that. It​ keeps me healthy.”​‍

“…You’re​⁠ a very lazy‌ merchant.”

“…What​ did you say?”‌‍‍

“Nothing.”⁠​

Luina​‍‌ drew her sword.⁠​‍ Its polished blade‌‌ sharply reflected sunlight.‍⁠

“That’s⁠ Luina!”

“Run!”​‌⁠

“Damn⁠⁠⁠ it, of all⁠ people!”

The‍​ battle began.

In‍ fact, the second‑ranked‌‌‌ student was worthy‍⁠ of her title.‍‌‌ As Fernan watched​‌​ Luina fight, he‌⁠ thought that.

Aint‍⁠​ Armian’s impression of​⁠⁠ her as “beautiful”​⁠ was not wrong.‌​

Luina​ Bercheff’s swordsmanship was‌‍‌ swift, elegant, and​ noble in appearance.‌

‘So‌ that’s it…’

…The​ secret fencing style‌‌ of the family⁠⁠ of guardians who‍​‍ had protected the‍‍‌ empire’s northern border—coveted⁠ by his father.⁠​‍

Watching⁠​‍ it awakened a desire within him.‍‌ But he shook‍ his head quickly.⁠

A great merchant must‌​ pursue the greatest⁠‌ profit in the​‍ distance, not the⁠​ small gain that​ lies before his‌⁠​ eyes.

The‍‍ battle ended in⁠‌ an instant, without‍ Fernan needing to‌ intervene. Partly because⁠​ their opponents were‌‌⁠ lower‑ranked, but the​ most important reason‍⁠‍ was Luina’s overwhelming​‍​ strength.

“Good​ job.”

“It‌‍​ wasn’t particularly difficult.”⁠⁠⁠

“You​‍ say that, but‍ it looks like‌‌ you rolled around​ quite a bit.”‌

“I’m​‌ not hurt.”

Luina​ replied calmly. Her‍ armor was simply​‌⁠ dirty from dust​ kicked up by​​⁠ the magic.

“Then​‍ we should save⁠‌ a potion.”

“You‍ sure have a way of making​⁠‌ even the most⁠‍ ordinary comments sound⁠‌ annoying.”

“And⁠ you have a gift for taking‌⁠ jokes way too​⁠ seriously.”

Fernan⁠ shrugged and handed‍ her a piece​ of cured meat.​ Luina took it⁠⁠ silently and began‍ chewing.

“Should‍‌​ we start looking⁠ for the next‍​ pair…?”

She‍‍​ stopped mid‑sentence. Fernan⁠⁠ followed her gaze.​​​

Not‍ far away, they⁠⁠ sensed a presence—entirely​ different from any​ earlier encounter.

And⁠‌ then.

“…Carlo?”‌⁠​

Someone‌​ appeared.

Carlo‌‍⁠ Deneb, the top​‍‍ student of the‍ second‑year Magic Department.‌⁠

Being⁠ among the empire’s​​⁠ hundred assembled prodigies‌‌ (and even from‌‌ neighboring realms) was‌‍⁠ no easy feat.‍‍

The​⁠ title “outstanding student”⁠ alone proved his​‍‍ ability and strength.‍⁠

And‍⁠ now, of all​⁠ times, they ran​ into him so‍ early.

“Carlo‍‍ Deneb.”

“Fernan​⁠‍ Pellenberg.”

Their​ eyes met.

“Quite​‍ a coincidence! Meeting‌‍ you so soon.”​​‌

“Indeed.”‍​

“It’s‌ still early. No​​ point in tiring⁠‍‌ ourselves out, don’t‌⁠ you think?”

“Who‍ knows.”

That‌‍ vague response made​‍ Fernan realize Carlo‍⁠ had no intention‍​‌ of yielding easily.⁠

Even​‍​ if it mightn’t​​‍ do him any‍‌ good, he pressed⁠​‌ on. Why? Rivalry?⁠‌ Pride for losing⁠‌​ to Luina?

Or⁠⁠ maybe it was‌‍‍ just for the‍‍ extra points. After​‌​ all, defeating Luina—the‍‌⁠ second‑ranked knight student—would‍ yield great rewards.‍‌‍

The⁠⁠‌ point was, it‍ seemed there was‌⁠ no avoiding this⁠⁠ fight.

“Will​‍⁠ you handle Carlo⁠ Deneb for a bit? I can​​ take Alia.”

Luina‍⁠‌ whispered.

“You‍ don’t really think‍‌​ they’ll let us⁠​ go, do you?”‍‍

“Do⁠⁠ we really have​‍⁠ to run? As‍‌ long as it⁠⁠‍ isn’t Almon, there’s‌​‍ no reason.”

Her⁠‍‍ eyes brimmed with‌ confidence. Realizing there​‍⁠ was no escape,⁠⁠‌ Fernan nodded.

“I​ guess we have‌​​ no choice. Go‌​​ ahead, if needed.”‍

In​​ a way, it​ would be the​ perfect opportunity to‌ witness Luina Bercheff’s​ true skills.

“…You’re⁠‌ not just going⁠⁠ to stand there‍ watching, are you?”⁠‌

“I‍ mean, I’ll support​‌ you. We’re partners—why‌​⁠ fight separately?”

Surely​ that wasn’t what‍‍⁠ the professors intended.‍​⁠

“Let’s⁠⁠ work together, and⁠ the assistants will‌​ probably award us‌‍​ more points.”

“…We’ve⁠‍⁠ never tried working​‍ together, not once.”​

“Trust‍ me.”

“Trust​ what, exactly?”

“If⁠‌ you can’t trust‌‍​ me, trust the⁠⁠ elixir I gave‌​ you. It should‍‍​ cover a few​​⁠ mistakes.”

“…”​‌‍

Luina‌​‍ made a bitter‌​‌ face. Something felt‍⁠ off, but she⁠​ couldn’t find anything​ to argue.

“Alright…”​‌

“…!”⁠⁠

At‌ that moment, a lightning bolt struck.‌ It fell directly,⁠ as if aiming‍‌ at Luina.

Or​⁠ so it seemed,​‌ until a thick‌​​ stone wall rose‍‌‍ and protected her.⁠​‌

“A‍ lightning bolt, huh?‌‍ Brings back bad‍ memories.”

Fernan‌ clicked his tongue.‍‍

“Attacking‍ in mid‑conversation. How⁠‌ cowardly!”

Luina⁠‍ gripped her sword‍​ tightly.

“Talking​‍‌ during battle is​​ the real problem,​ if you ask⁠‌ me.”

“Which⁠‌‍ side are you‌ on?”

“Yours,‌ of course.”

“…Then⁠​​ I’ll count on​‍​ that support of​⁠​ yours.”

With‌ a soft murmur⁠⁠ and a sigh,‌ Luina didn’t wait​ for a reply​ and lunged forward.‍‍

Her⁠ first target was​‌ the mage Carlo.‍

“Not⁠ so fast!”

Alia⁠ rushed forward, intercepting⁠⁠​ Luina’s sword.

A metallic clang rang,​⁠ sparks flew. Simultaneously,​‍ a lightning bolt⁠ and a stone​‌‌ collided in the‍⁠⁠ air above Luina’s⁠‌​ head.

BOOM!‌‌

After‍‌ doing its job,​⁠ shards of rock‌‌ scattered to the​⁠​ ground. Amid the‍⁠ rising dust, the‍​ swords of the‌‍‌ two knights intertwined​​ like serpents.

After⁠⁠ exchanging two swift‌​ blows, Luina felt​‌ her body suddenly⁠ lighter and stronger⁠​ than usual. Unbeknownst​⁠​ to her, Fernan⁠ had cast an‍ enhancement spell.

‘When‍‍⁠ did he…?’

His‍ casting speed hadn’t‌‍⁠ been what she​ expected. It was‌ disconcerting—but not the‍ time to be​​​ distracted; she had‍‍ to focus on​‍‌ her opponent.

“…!”‍‍‍

“…!”‌⁠

Luina‌​​ quickly adapted to‌​‍ her altered body.​​‍ With her sword⁠ now heavier and‌⁠​ reflexes sharper, she​​ unleashed an unrelenting​ attack on Alia.‍‍​

Steel​​‌ struck steel, shockwaves⁠‍ rippling through the​ air.

Chunks‍​ of earth scattered,‍⁠​ and the edge‌‌ of her blade⁠‌ cut through the​ void.

She​⁠ maintained constant pressure⁠⁠⁠ on Alia. She​ already held the⁠​ advantage, and with‌ Fernan’s enhancement, it⁠⁠⁠ was utterly overwhelming.​⁠‌

But⁠ Carlo didn’t stand‌‍ idly by.

Crackle—⁠⁠​

A massive net of⁠‌ lightning spread across‍⁠ the sky. Its⁠​​ reach extended beyond​ Luina—and even touched⁠​ Fernan.

The​⁠ net descended. Luina​⁠ wielded her sharp‌ aura to slice‌‌ it, but the⁠‍ lightning was tougher⁠‌‌ than expected. Unable​‌⁠ to fully cut⁠ it, she had⁠ no choice but‌ to weave through⁠⁠​ the gaps.

At​‍‌ that precise moment,⁠‌⁠ the wide net​‌‍ began to contract.⁠‍‌

“…Ugh?”‌‍​

“I’ve​ got you, Luina!”⁠

The​ lightning ensnared her,‍‍​ its discharges disrupting​​​ her aura flow.‌⁠ Alia seized the‌ opportunity.

It⁠‌ took only an‌⁠‍ instant to pass⁠ through the net—but‍ Alia’s attack came​ faster.

Her⁠​ sword fell with‌‌ a clang. Luina,⁠ still trapped within​ the net, braced‍‍ herself, ready to‌‌ sacrifice a wound‌​‍ to counterattack.

And‌‌⁠ at that very​‌ moment.

“…!”‌

Alia’s‌ sword passed through​⁠ the rock, while⁠‌‌ Luina’s sword missed‌​⁠ and sliced empty‌ air.

“…What‌​‍ is this?”

Luina‍ jumped at the⁠ sudden shift. Right⁠ before her, where‍⁠ the rock had⁠ been moments ago,​ stood a large​‍⁠ stone, split in​ two by Alia’s‌⁠ sword.

That​‍​ is an artifact.​​ One that swaps⁠‌‍ objects of equal‌‌ weight.

“Using⁠ an artifact in​​ a training exercise?⁠‍‌ How cowardly!”

“In‍​ combat, nothing is​⁠ cowardly.”

“Well,‍‍⁠ that’s true—but… wait.”⁠‍

“Equal‍‌‌ weight…?”

Luina’s⁠ face flushed red.⁠‌​

“How…?”⁠

“It⁠ was on the⁠ student document.”

“Y‑you…!”​​

Her​ outburst was cut‍ short suddenly, spells​‌​ and swords flew⁠‌‍ at them from​​​ all sides.

Luina‌‌‍ grabbed Fernan instinctively‌ and dove. A lightning bolt struck‌‌⁠ where they had‌ just stood, shattering⁠‍‍ the ground.

“Yuck!”‌​​

Fernan‍​ hit the ground⁠‍ with a grunt.​‌

“Couldn’t​⁠⁠ you have thrown‍ me down more​ gently? The fall⁠ was hell!”

“I’m⁠ going to burn​‍ that student document​ of yours you⁠ have in your‌⁠ hands!”

Luina⁠‍ shouted as she‍​‍ blocked Alia’s sword.⁠‌ Another lightning bolt‌ fell—no time for‍⁠​ Fernan even to‍ dust himself off⁠⁠ before he hit‍​ the ground again.‍

Fernan​ looked up, spitting⁠‌ dirt.

“Pfft.​ Took you long‍ enough to do‍​ the double cast.”​‌

That‍‌⁠ was the move​⁠ that could have‍‌ earned you first‍ place.

Above‍‍​ them, another massive‌ spell formed alongside⁠‍ the lightning.

An⁠⁠ imposing column of​‍ light—a convergence of⁠‍ dozens of bolts.‍ Its destructive power‍‍ far exceeded a student’s level.

“Fernan!”⁠‍⁠

“Don’t⁠ worry—focus. Finish them.”⁠​⁠

Fernan​ ignored her cry‍⁠⁠ of concern.

He​ pulled something from‌​‌ his sub‑space, threw⁠‌ it, and began⁠⁠ incanting.

“…!”​⁠

A brilliant white lightning‍​‌ bolt shot toward‌‌ Fernan, Luina, and⁠‌‌ even Alia—who was‍‍‌ trying to create‌ distance. Or so‌​‍ it seemed.

Three​ orbs that Fernan‌⁠‌ had thrown intercepted⁠ the spell.

Though⁠‌⁠ the orbs were‌​ reduced to ashes,‌​⁠ they weakened the​ spell enough that‍‌ a thicket of‍​⁠ metal spikes rose​ and dispersed the‍​ remaining energy.

And‌​ then, with a slight delay.

“Kyaaa!”‍⁠‍

Alia’s⁠‍⁠ sword cut the⁠​ air.

“…What’s​ this?”

“I’ve⁠‍ done a lot⁠⁠ of research since​ you beat me.‍‍ How do you⁠⁠ like that, effective?”​‌​

Fernan⁠​⁠ smiled as he⁠​ looked at a nervous Carlo.

Luina,‍‌⁠ now holding her‍ sword at Alia’s‌ throat, pointed to‍‍ the three charred⁠‌​ orbs.

“…What‍‍‍ are those things?”⁠

“Mana‑storage‌⁠ orbs.”

“…You‍‌ used mana‑storage orbs‍ to absorb the‍ spell?”

“Of‍‍ course I modified⁠ them. They’re expensive​‌ and difficult to‌ make. And now⁠‍‍ they’re all destroyed‌ at once. I guess you’re the‍ best student.”

Those​​ things cost a fortune. Fernan clicked‍​​ his tongue.

Carlo’s‍​‍ eyes widened with‍‌ rage.

“Using​⁠⁠ artifacts? That’s cheating!”​​​

“If​ a merchant fights‌⁠ like a merchant⁠⁠‍ and that’s cheating,‌⁠ then stop using⁠‌‌ magic too.”

“What​‌ kind of nonsense​‌ logic is that…!”⁠‌​

“We​​ can discuss that‌⁠‍ later.”

“Luina.”‌‌

Fernan‌‍ murmured calmly.

“Finish‌ them.”

Carlo‍⁠ and Alia’s markers⁠‌‌ on the map⁠‍ turned to ashes.‌

“Kyaaaah!”⁠⁠​

“Run!”⁠‍

BOOM!​

“Block⁠⁠​ it!”

“Here​‍ we go.”

Ludger⁠​ scratched his chin​ as sounds of⁠​‍ screams and explosions‌⁠ echoed in every​‌ direction.

It⁠​‌ was inevitable from‌‍ the moment the⁠ idea of sharing⁠‍‌ points between pairs​​​ emerged.

“What⁠⁠ will you do,‌⁠ Your Highness?”

“What‌⁠ are you going‌⁠ to do?”

“I’ll‌‍ follow Your Highness’s‌​ lead.”

Almon‍‌⁠ Donertz, the top‌ student of the‌‍ Knight Department, bowed‌⁠⁠ expressionlessly.

“Will‌‍‌ you be able‌ to defeat Luina‌ Bercheff?”

“I’m​‌ the top student.”⁠

“Excellent.‌ I trust I can handle Fernan,‌ so there will‍​‍ be no problem.”⁠​‌

Ludger‍​​ smiled.

“Let’s‍​ join the chaos.⁠⁠ I care about‌⁠ grades too, you‍ know? If a prince’s performance drops,⁠​ there’s a pack​‍‍ of wolves ready⁠‍ to tear him​ apart.”

“Yes,‌‍‌ Your Highness.”

“Oh,‍⁠ and don’t eliminate‌ everyone.”

“Any‌ reason?”

“Of​⁠ course.”

The⁠ prince and the‍‍ Knight Department’s top​ student began their‍⁠⁠ hunt.

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