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Chapter List
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Chapter Two

Kisame-
missing Mist ninja, admitted vicious murderer, wielder of the beautiful chakra
eating blade Samehada- was appalled at the condition
of the still body held carefully in Itachi�s arms.
Obtaining
the Kyuubi vessel had been a source of frustration and humiliation for the blue
skinned man and his pale companion for the better part of three years with each
repeated attempt at capture foiled in one manner or another by some meddling
interloper. Leader-sama had been losing patience with
them and the pair had become the butt of many inside jokes within Akatsuki. They had been told that this was their last chance
to prove that they were still worth keeping among the top ranks of the
organization.
Failure meant �retirement� and Kisame knew that the
severance package would not involve a pension plan but a shallow grave
somewhere.
If they were lucky.
Following a tip from an Akatsuki
spy in a gambling town not far from Konoha, the pair
had gone to track down Jiriya on the hopes that the
Sanin would lead them to his suddenly hard to find student. Amidst the company
of several well endowed young ladies that had to be a third of his age, Jiraiya had been easy enough to locate but before the pair
could attack, Itachi had suddenly called it off. Kisame still didn�t know the
reasoning behind the decision; the Uchiha had just stiffened suddenly and
turned around, walking away in the direction of Konoha,
and the former Mist ninja had had no choice but to follow.
The
missing ninjas had faced little opposition in their sudden entrance to Konoha�s surrounding forest. They had avoided many patrols
with ease and those they hadn�t been able to bypass were easily dispatched with
quick efficiency. As if drawn by a magnet, Itachi led them through the trees in
what Kisame felt was a random pattern until they had reached an area where one
tree rose slightly above the others surrounding it. Leaving Kisame behind to
follow at a slower pace, the Uchiha had put on a burst of speed and rocketed up
the tree until he found whatever held his attention.
Kisame, a fairly laid-back individual in his own
estimation, had nearly attacked the Uchiha when Naruto had abruptly fallen silent. It
was the first time Kisame had ever had the urge to cause Itachi serious bodily
harm but considering what was at stake, the ex-Mist ninja thought that it was
justifiable since they would be unable to extract the Kyuubi if its vessel died
prematurely.
Coming back to the present, the missing Mist ninja�s gaze
drifted up to his partner�s face briefly before looking back at blonde, taking
in the impassive expression. Itachi was once again the stoic individual he always
was, looking very much unconcerned with the rest of the world, but he held
Naruto against him with obvious care, unwilling to unnecessarily jostle the
teenager in case the drugs keeping him in the death-like state wore off.
�We need to find a place indoors.� Itachi
ordered suddenly.
Squinting
into the rays of the midday sun, the sword wielder looked back down at his
partner and nodded in understanding. They had Naruto now, but his severely
compromised health- demon or no- was not to be taken lightly. They could take
their time getting back to base and baby the blonde the whole way, keeping him
unconscious and healthy enough to survive the trip. It wouldn�t be that hard-
the Kyuubi would kick in eventually and heal the boy from the inside out- which meant that the two Akatsuki members would only have to worry about feeding
Naruto�s voracious appetite and keeping the boy captive. They could keep him healthy until then, no
problem.
How
hard could it be?

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�We�re
positive that it�s Naruto�s blood?� Tsunade said grimly, fingertips hovering
over the crimson stained cloth laid double over an exam table. The blanket was
as inflexible as a board and could not be straitened to lay completely flat
without running the risk of destroying whatever clues it may possess.
'I should have just granted his vacation!' The blond thought, forcing back
the tears gathering behind her eyes. 'Fuck
the council- I knew how much he needed a break but I caved into their commands
anyway.'
Shizune, Tsunade�s loyal assistant, nodded as her gaze drifted over
the plastic baggie encased photograph on the table next to the blanket. The
image was creased and crumpled, marred by blood almost as completely as the
fabric next to it, giving the innocently captured moment a more macabre feel
than the blatant hole in the top where a kunai had kept it from fluttering
away. She looked down at a twelve year old Naruto�s grumpy expression and
willed it to tell her what had happened to his fifteen year old self.
Tsunade
turned away from the table and promptly brought her formidable fists down atop
an empty bed nearby. She did it over and over, destroying the bed, her rage
still not satisfied.
�Tsunade-sama!� The brunette cried, trying to calm the blond and failing. �Tsunade-sama, please-!�
�GET OUT!� The Godaime screamed, overcome
with the need to be alone. She grabbed Shizune�s arm and used it to propel the
other woman out of the room. The blond slammed the door shut, leaning her
forehead against it as she listened to her assistant pound on the other side,
pleading to be let in. Tsunade bolted the door shut and reinforced the lock with
chakra before slowly turning back to the exam table and it�s grizzly contents,
memories of her younger brother�s death flashing through her mind as she
approached the blanket again.
She
touched it almost reverently with shaking fingers, suddenly wanting to simply
take the thing in her arms, wrap her body around it and cry as thoughts of
Naruto filled her. Tsunade resisted the urge, snatching her hand back and
cradling it against her chest as if the blanket had wounded her in some way.
There
was so much blood and she knew that, if anyone could survive the loss, it would
be the Kyuubi vessel.
But
he had lost so damn much of it! Not only as evidenced here but also in Naruto�s
bedroom had everything been painted by the crimson liquid.
Could
even the powerful Kyuubi keep Naruto alive if his body was damaged that badly?
Had he already died and his body been �disposed� of? Had an enemy grabbed him
as he lay dying? But then how had they gotten so close to the village without
being detected?
A
thought suddenly made the Godaime�s blood run cold, made her strength flee, and
she felt her knees give out beneath her. Sitting there on the floor, Tsunade stared up at the blanket not really seeing
it, slow horror sweeping through her as another possible explanation for
Naruto�s disappearance bloomed in her mind like some kind of poisonous flower.
Had
the council done this?

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Not for the first time in the past two days, the former
Mist ninja kicked himself for his earlier arrogance about how easy it would be
to look after their prisoner.
�'How hard could it
be?�" He mentally groaned. 'The answer
is �pretty fucking hard!''
The moment the drugs wore off, the missing ninjas had
been waging a war to keep the blonde alive. Naruto�s body just didn�t seem to
want to live anymore, didn�t have the reserves to continue. There was virtually
no fat left on him and the muscle that has survived whatever sickness had been
affecting the teenager was wasted almost down to nothing. After forcing copious
amounts of healing chakra into him, they had taken the blonde�s awakening as a
good sign until he began screaming. He had screamed and beat at their hands
weakly, trying his utmost to make them stop, until the pair had finally pumped
him full of drugs to make him sleep again.
Since
then the unlikely nursemaids had begun taking turns looking after Naruto so
that the boy was never alone as he healed. The blonde, for obvious reasons, was
kept heavily sedated so he would feel no pain as the two continued to heal his
heavily damaged frame.
As
if Naruto himself was not enough of an issue, adding to the problem was that
the Kyuubi also appeared to need support and the Akatsuki
members had had a difficult time getting the aid needed to keep it alive past
the seal imprisoning the demon- they had finally settled on just pouring the
energy into Naruto and hoping that the boy�s chakra system would deliver it to
the fox.
They
were only twenty miles from Konoha, laying low in a
shabby inn located in a seedy town where few would ask questions or be nosy
about what was going on in their shared bedroom. This had been an important
factor in choosing their destination, especially when arriving with an
unconscious, blood drenched teenager in hand.
Kisame
was currently sitting on one of the room�s occupied beds, one massive hand
easing through the blond hair on Naruto�s head with surprising gentleness. It
was something both of the adult males had taken to practicing since they
accidentally discovered that it decreased the teenager�s blood pressure significantly,
letting him sleep peacefully without the need for more drugs to be
administered. Actually any type of touch, so long as it was given without
malice, had the same effect and as hard hearted as Kisame considered himself,
he couldn�t help the stray thought now and then about what the hell the kid had
gone through in his short life.
Not
that it mattered since they still planned to extract the Kyuubi; it was just
that there wasn�t a lot else to do stuck in a bare room with an unconscious teenager.
Kisame�s
gaze drifted to the bathroom door, lips twisting into an almost smirk as he
thought about the blonde�s new outfit. Naruto had been stripped and bathed once
he�d been strong enough to survive it and, since the kid�s old ones were beyond
any hope of repair and soiled beyond all thoughts of salvation, new clothes had
been bought for him by the pair. Though neither of them would admit that they
had done so, considerable effort had been made independently by Itachi and
Kisame both when they weren�t babysitting to find any scrape of orange clothing
that would fit the boy. They had been unsuccessful for the most part, though
Kisame did manage to find a kimono with orange thread worked into the black
cloth and matching orange obi. Feeling unbelievingly foolish,
but still somehow unwilling to leave without it now that he had found the damn
thing, the ex-Mist ninja had bought the entire ensemble anyway and hung it up
on the back of the bathroom door, arguing that Naruto�s skin would probably not
be up to heavier clothing for a while, once the boy was awake. Itachi
had stared at him, face unreadable, but Kisame had had the vague impression
that the Uchiha was secretly proud of his partner�s actions.
Frowning, Kisame wondered what was taking
Itachi so damn long to get back with their food. The Uchiha had left a while
ago, too, and the Mist ninja was getting extremely hungry.
The
head under the Mist ninja�s hand moved slightly, startling him, and Kisame
hastily pulled his hand away just as the blonde let out a whimper. Dull,
unfocused blue eyes opened wide suddenly and, without warning, Naruto shot bolt
upright on the bed, screaming.
It
wasn�t a loud scream, surprisingly, just a thin continuous shrill that grew
progressively more ragged as the air powering it became less. Then the sound
would stop as Naruto�s lungs dragged in air hungrily before it all began again,
the teen staring with open horror at something only he could see while he
trembled and clutched the sheets pooled at his waist.
�Kid!�
Kisame said sternly once he overcame his own shock at the scene. Unsure if it
was wise or not, the blue skinned man reached out and gripped the teen�s arms
lightly. �Naruto, stop!�
Though
the sound wasn�t loud but it was still attention getting even in this area and
if the blonde didn�t stop soon, their neighbors would hear the shrieking
through the thin walls and call management to investigate. Kisame gave the boy
a shake before letting go and repositioning his hands: one over Naruto�s mouth,
the other over his chin. One was to silence the sound while the other would
force the blonde to look at him. They couldn�t give the kid any more sedatives,
not if they wanted him to remain alive, and Kisame wanted to avoid knocking the
boy unconscious if possible.
�Stop
screaming! You�re fine!� Kisame ordered with all the comfort he could manage.
The
sound was muffled, which was good, but Naruto wasn�t stopping, which was bad.
His eyes were still impossibly wide, clearly filled with terror and the Mist
ninja thought how ironic the situation was: under normal circumstances, Kisame
enjoyed inspiring absolute fear in his opponent however, now that he was
attempting to be comforting, it seemed the only emotion he could get out of the
boy Kisame was currently trying not
to scare. This idea was confirmed as tears hit his hand, the blonde trembling
as he tried to sob, scream and breathe all at the same time. Behind the blue
skinned man, the door opened and the shark snarled over his shoulder at it,
quite willing to tear the unfortunate busy-body limb from limb.
Itachi quickly stepped over the threshold,
shut and locked the door, then deposited the bag of take out he held on the
small scratched surface of the room�s only table, already stripping off his
cloak as he moved. In two steps the brunette had crossed the room and a heart
beat later was sitting on the bed behind the teenager. The normally stoic adult
then wrapped his arms around Naruto�s shoulders and pulled the blonde back into
his only slightly larger body, effectively getting the teenager�s attention and
brining him partially back to reality. Itachi put his lips close to his
captive�s ear and began whispering very softly, the rise and fall of the
monotone voice having an almost immediate hypnotic effect on Naruto.
Kisame
kept his hand over the blonde�s mouth but did let go of the teenager�s chin,
unsure of what he should do with the appendage now that it was free.
Impulsively, he put it over one of the small white knuckled fists near the
blonde�s protruding hip bone. He sat there rather awkwardly as Itachi continued
to talk softly to the terrified teenager.
Though
the trembling, staring and crying continued, the thin screaming finally died
away, enabling the Mist ninja to slowly withdraw his hand. He pulled away
completely and sat back, watching the scene for several long minutes before
climbing to his feet and grabbing the brown turned down blanket draped over the
foot of Naruto�s bed. He shook the folded cloth open then returned to his
companions just as Itachi gently withdrew from the teenager to help Kisame
drape the blanket around Naruto�s thin shoulders.
Come
to think of it, the boy was thin all over and way too skinny for his nearly six
foot frame. What had happened to the young shinobi?
Hadn�t anyone noticed that the boy was wasting away? Hadn�t anyone cared? And
then there was the issue of the scars adorning the blonde�s skin- Naruto was
the vessel of the Kyuubi and it was common knowledge that the fox healed the
injuries the teenager suffered during battle. To be so obviously damaged meant
that he had to have been tortured or close to it and, judging from Naruto�s
haunted expression, often.
Once
the blanket had been wrapped securely around him, the teenager clutched at it
tightly, huddling down inside the fabric as far as he could. It was as if he
was trying to disappear, was just trying to crawl away and hide until things
got better. Kisame tried to dredge up a sneer and failed, instead opting to
frown as he pulled back the sheets, holding them up as Itachi coaxed the blonde
back down to the mattress with more soft words. Completely hidden from view
under the extra cloth, Naruto continued to tremble as he curled up into a ball and, rather than stress him all over again, the Akatsuki
pair decided to leave him in that position as they tucked him in once more.
Itachi took a seat on the bed near the blonde, one pale
hand already hidden inside the folds of brown cloth and the Mist ninja bet that
the hand was already buried in blonde hair. Kisame, however, moved to the other
side of the room and began inspecting the food containers. He found his meal
and threw himself in a chair to wolf down his dinner, pausing only long enough
to break his chopsticks apart before chowing down.
�What do we do with him?� He asked between mouthfuls, eye
brows raised. It wasn�t that he particularly cared, exactly; Kisame just needed
to know what the plan was so that he could prepare accordingly. When Itachi
simply continued to pet Naruto, the Mist ninja mentally shrugged and finished
his dinner. When his hands were clean, he unwrapped Samehada and began doing maintenance work on his beautiful
sword, taking out the necessary tools and putting them within easy reach on the
table.
�He�s too ill to be moved.� Itachi said in his usual
monotone. The brunette�s gaze was directed at the bed�s hidden occupant, his
hand still somewhere in the mass of blankets.
Kisame nodded absently as he polished his sword�s unique
scale-like blades with an oil cloth, carefully working the fabric around the
deadly spikes to ward off rust. He had concluded already that the blonde
wouldn�t be able to travel for a while; between the high fever he was running
and how fragile his body was, Naruto wouldn�t move from this hotel room for a long time. Kisame sighed- this town was
boring but, though it was a bad idea to remain in place for an extended period
of time, moving the Kyuubi vessel would be a worse idea.
Silence
descended in the small room, broken occasionally by a soft whimper from the
bed. Since it was Itachi�s turn to watch over Naruto, the missing Mist ninja
went straight for the room�s second bed once he was finished polishing Samehada and had trapped the entrance of their hotel room.
Pulling out a kunai, the Mist ninja crawled under the meager covers,
placed the blade within easy reach, and settled back to get some sleep.
�So,
what did you say to him?� Kisame asked as an after thought, curious. It
wouldn�t hurt to know, especially if the kid lost it again and Itachi wasn�t
present.
The
Uchiha did not answer him, not that that was surprising, and chose to keep the
one-sided conversation to himself as he sat in the gathering darkness petting
their captive.

�Please
don�t hurt me. Please don�t hurt me anymore.�
Kisame
frowned, feeling extremely put out as Naruto continued to cower inside the
brown blanket surrounding him. The teenager was almost completely hidden under
the cloth, he had wrapped it around himself so
tightly. Only his eyes were showing, the blue orbs clearer than they had been
since his arrival at the hotel so the Mist ninja was a bit perplexed as to why
the teenager was currently begging for mercy; for the past week, Kisame and
Itachi had done nothing but care for the blonde- something that the shark faced
man was not suited for in the least-
putting Naruto�s medical needs before theirs in almost every way.
Shoving
down the urge to sigh- and also tear something apart- Kisame sat down on the
bed a few feet away and absently rubbed his temple as a headache began to form.
He had to find a way to deal with the teenager; Itachi was getting some much
needed sleep in the spare bed on the other side of the room and the Mist ninja
wanted to keep it that way for as long as humanely possible.
He
wondered if this was what is felt like to be a parent and, absurdly, Kisame
suddenly felt extremely proud of himself for making
sure to practice safe sex every time he bought a woman�s company.
The
missing ninja picked up the bowl of soup beside him and readied a spoonful as
he spoke in what he hoped was a reasonable, comforting voice. �I am not hurting you. I
am trying to feed you.�
Naruto
didn�t move from the blanket.
Damn
it! He was going to have to say it. In a voice that sounded like ground glass,
as if every syllable was being dragged from his throat, Kisame played his final
card. �Please?�
If
the kid didn�t take the food after that then the Akatsuki
member was going to literally pour the soup down Naruto�s throat.
Amazingly,
the blanket loosened oh so slowly to expose a blonde head. Clearly still
uncertain and frightened, eyes warily watching Kisame, the teenager leaned ever
so slightly forward and took the offered spoonful.
Only
to choke on it, sputtering and coughing up the warm liquid and vegetables all
over Kisame.
�It�s
alright.� The Mist ninja growled, unable to hide his frustration and
irritation. He forced his hands to unclench from around the bowl and the now bent
spoon handle, putting both down out of the way. He turned back and used a
corner of the blonde�s blanket to clean Naruto up, occasionally patting the
teenager on the back to help him breathe correctly.
They
wouldn�t be trying the soup again, that was for sure, but maybe just the broth
would do. When Naruto was finally able to sit upright, Kisame reached for the
soup again, this time making sure to avoid getting the small vegetables in the
spoonful. Unfortunately the blonde had already retreated under his now soiled
blanket, trembling pathetically in a little ball with none of his body visible.
The
ex-Mist ninja bit back a curse and allowed himself a
brief sigh before changing tactics again. He wasn�t going to say that word again but maybe another avenue
would work. Inhaling deeply to calm himself, he once again forced his voice
into something friendly. �Have some soup. It�s good�� He wheedled, feeling
foolish as he talked to the teen as one would to a fussing toddler.
�See?�
To prove that there was nothing wrong with the nutritious concoction, Kisame
downed the spoonful he held before it could spill on his cloak.
Seconds
later, he was the one coughing and sputtering, leaning over the bed side to
spit the vile liquid out. Durring this less than
dignified period, he felt tentative slaps hit his back and when Kisame looked back in
Naruto�s direction, he found the blonde still trembling but at least now visible.
�That
was disgusting.� Kisame said, promptly getting up to dispose of the soup. �No
wonder you wouldn�t eat it!� Then he frowned, realizing that he had been
presented with a new problem. �We need real food��
The
easiest remedy for this would be to simply send a clone out to fetch food from
the inn�s restaurant but the ex-Mist ninja was bored, bored to tears, of being
in this room. He had officially caught cabin fever and wanted to go outside, to
walk around, to explore. Hell, to get laid! Besides, the kid needed some fresh air.
Mouth
settling into a thin line as he finished mentally debating the issue, Kisame
fetched Naruto�s new outfit from the washroom where it had been stored and
returned to the bed to lay all the pieces out.
Feeling
suddenly shy, he held out a blue skinned hand for Naruto to take, waiting
patiently and holding absolutely still. �If you stand up, we can get you
dressed and then we�ll go get food.�
'What the hell is this �we� business?' He scolded
himself. 'Once he�s healthy enough to
survive the trip, we�re heading straight to base! He�s
our captive, damn it!'
But
he held still, posture relaxed, as Naruto stared at him from under his soup
smattered safety blanket.
�You�re
blanket need�s to be washed.� The missing ninja reminded the other in a carefully neutral
tone.
�Cl, cloak�� The blonde stuttered out, sounding as if he had
had to fight to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth, and Kisame saw a
barely tan finger gesture in his direction. Frowning, he looked down and saw
that, indeed, the black red embossed cloak had not been spared from becoming
soiled by the soup.
Grumbling
curses, Kisame strode from the bed and stripped the garment off, barely wrangling his temper enough to keep from stomping around the
room. The cloak was made of durable cloth, was water resistant, generally
all-weather, and a bitch to clean once dirty. It would take hours to get that
shit off! He stormed- quietly, since he didn�t want to wake Itachi- into the
bathroom and filled the cracked porcelain of the sink�s basin with water to
soak the tainted section of his cloak in.
Cleaning
the fabric carefully, Kisame glanced up into the mirror over the sink and
looked over his shoulder into the room proper where Naruto was cautiously
inspecting the new outfit laid out in front of him. Deciding that it would be
less stressful if the kid was allowed some time to acclimate to the whole
thing, the former Mist ninja quietly stayed in the bathroom, observing the
bed�s occupant through the mirror. The blond was lifting sections of the cloth,
touching them, poking at the lumps formed by the irregular padding of the
comforter underneath. The behavior reminded Kisame of a child, a very
frightened, shell-shocked child, that just so happened to be nearly six feet
tall. The missing ninja had a hard time picturing the teenager as a shinobi, as someone who had been trained as a lethal
weapon, especially when said teenager hooked his fingers in the cloth of the
narrow obi and retreated with it into the confines of his blanket, very much
like a hermit crab into its shell after finding something yummy to nibble
on.
Kisame
had so not just thought the word
�yummy.� He had not and anyone who
said different would be fed to Samehada. In. Pieces.
�Would
you like to put it on?� The missing ninja offered dryly, watching the teenager
visibly jerk and look at the bathroom guiltily. �That�s the belt you�ve got
there and it goes around your waist after everything else has been put on.�
Seeing
that he now had the boy�s attention, he decided to press a little verbally
while remaining firmly where he was. Baby steps; baby steps would get him much
farther than force, and Kisame kept telling himself this as he rung out his cloak,
setting it to dry on the back of the door. �I can help you, if you don�t know
how.�
Actually,
Kisame was much better at getting woman out
of said clothing than in it, but he figured that he knew enough to reverse engineer the getup.
He
was stared at for a long time, so long in fact that Kisame was about ready to
loose his patience and force Naruto into the outfit. The Mist ninja was fairly
certain that the obi would make a very nice gag... But then the blonde nodded,
very slowly, and Kisame felt himself actually smile as he walked over.

Kisame
looked over his handiwork and scratched his chin, pleased with himself by how
well Naruto had turned out. It had taken a while but when all was said and
done, Naruto sat dressed in his kimono, decked out with the minimal fixings
Kisame had bought. The black of the cloth really didn�t do anything to flatter
the teenager�s skin tone, making him look washed out and fragile to the former Mist
ninja, but the orange threadwork managed to somehow draw attention to the
blonde�s hair and lovely blue eyes. Naruto�s face had been washed free of
sweat, as had his neck, hands and arms, and his hair had been combed into some
semblance of order to be pinned into place by black lacquered barrettes. Make
up had been applied to hide the whisker marks on each cheek, a difficult task
since Naruto�s normally tanned skin was paler than normal but, with a little
tinkering and some blush thrown into the concealer
mix, the problem had been solved fairly well. To complete the ensemble, the
Kyuubi vessel wore black silk slipper shoes that offered only meager protection
from road debris- a definite deterrent should the blonde decide to escape.
'Not bad, not bad,' He thought even as his lips turned down in a frown. 'Something�s missing�' Kisame realized,
looking over the blonde again, scrutinizing the teenager as he would the
instructions for a new jutsu.
�Jewelry.�
His lips twisted into a brief grimace before relaxing. Any woman in such an
outfit would also be wearing some jewelry to indicate her social status: the more
subtle, the more influential the woman just as the more garish the pieces, the
less influential. A woman wearing a nice kimono but no jewelry would stand out
and attract attention from people who would notice such things.
Anyone
taking an interest was sure to cause all sorts of problems and ask questions.
A
necklace would be a waste simply because, unless the piece was colorful, there
was no way anyone would see it against the predominately dark backdrop of the
blonde�s flat chest. Bracelets, though heard, would be lost to sight under the
volumous sleeves. A ring was a bit more personal than Kisame was willing to get
so that left�
�We�ve
got to buy you some earrings.� He said suddenly, watching Naruto tilt his
blonde head questioningly. Kisame had to say, the teenager was behaving
remarkably well considering how terrified he had been earlier. Maybe they had
formed some sort of bond over their agreement of the awful soup?
The
missing ninja formed a few hand signs before taking a firm hold of Samehada�s hilt and swinging the massive sword into
position on his shoulder. �Alright, let�s go.�
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