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A Lewd New World	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74834 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 24
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A Lewd New World
A Naruto smutbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(after a whole month with no updates...)

Tsunade hummed cheerfully as she sifted through her old desk drawers, yanking them open with a cute grunt of effort. Reams of paper spilled out, unfiled forms and porno magazines indiscriminately mixed together. Several back issues of Playninja fell to the floor as she sorted through the mess, and the pig-tailed blonde shook her head before bending over to pick them up.
She wiggled her hips, shaking an ample, generous bum well in view of her new boss. The godaime hokage cum secretary was dressed – if you could call it that – in a spaghetti strap bikini top with matching G-string. The dime sized swatches of fabric covering her nipples left her areolae almost completely exposed, and the skimpy thong riding up her nether regions wasn't even wide enough to cover her anus, let along her pussy.
A wet, blushing crotch smouldered under the warm gaze of her master. Soft and rosy lips enveloped a thin strap, the front of Tsunade's bikini bottom riding well up into her pussy. Her buttocks quivered as she leaned this way and that to pick up the papers, a spiral brand on her ass cheek dancing and dimpling in time with her flesh.
Naruto Uzumaki smiled cheerfully, watching out the corner of his eye as Tsunade cleaned up the mess she had left behind. These papers, forms and charts and magazines all crammed to bursting in his new desk's drawers, were the last tangible remnants of the buxom blonde's term as hokage. Once she had cleaned them out, he would be free to make this office his, down to every last floorboard.
"How were you able to find anything in this mess, granny?" Naruto chuckled, resting his elbow opposite an inkwell, the sharp tip of a calligraphy pen hovering inches above a requisition form from R&D.
Tsunade's ass jiggled, and he heard the woman huskily giggle.
"Oh, I had my system," she said. "I knew where to find the things that really mattered."
And saying this, she grabbed a particularly careworn issue of Rustler. The cover showed what looked like the Legendary Sannin in their early teens, stark naked and huddled suggestively together.
Tsunade licked her lips, visibly ogling the nude, discolored forms of her teammates.
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, seeing this.
"You're as big a perv as Miraiya, you know that?"
"I hide it better, though," was the woman's response. She glanced up at him over her shoulder, smiling coyly. "I don't show this side of myself to just anyone, Lord Hokage."
And saying this, she gave her ass a playful shake. Naruto watched attentively as her buttocks wobbled and swayed to and fro, doughy flesh rippling and quaking with the motion.
"Just everyone in the village, right?" Naruto said wryly. "And the diplomats, too."
"What diplomats?" Tsunade replied, winking. "Far as I see, they're just more slaves offered up to you in tribute."
Naruto's eyes gleamed.
"Any time I want, I can get a private reenactment of all of Princess Gale's hottest love scenes from the star herself," he said absentmindedly, nodding his head in agreement. "She's even sexier in person."
"Koyuki-chan is a cutie," Tsunade concurred. "But then, so are Toki-chan and Haruna-chan!"
"The cutest three daimyo in all the elemental nations, all to myself... and anyone who doesn't mind sharing. That's not even counting Shion-chan!" Naruto laughed. "Man, if I'd known being hokage would have this many perks, I would've taken the seat years ago."
Tsunade smiled, embracing a carefully assembled stack of porn mags to her bountiful, scantily-clad chest.
"Remember, though, you were only able to get it now after taking some wives," she reminded the young man, standing up and straightening out her most prized possessions.
(The unfiled forms still littered the floor.)
Naruto hummed cheerfully, nodding.
"True, true," he mused. "Hehehe... but marriage is fun, too. Those daughters of mine are the cutest things ever!"
Tsunade purred.
"Kids these days... they grow up so fast, don't they? Those four are regular prodigies. It seems like only yesterday that they were still in their mothers' wombs..." Her eyes twinkled. "...and they've already become such sexy little things! Mm-hm, those tight little asses, and those perky breasts... I get wet just thinking about it!"
Naruto laughed.
"I'm so proud of them," he agreed. "Tamon-tan had her first period a few hours ago, and Zoujou's already gotten the talk from Sakura-chan. Jikoku's only one more course away from graduating the academy, and Koumoku's gotta be at least an F-cup by now!"
"They grow up so fast," Tsunade repeated, smiling warmly. "Before you know it, they'll be wanting to start families of their own. Why, in a few months you could be a grandfather!"
"I already am, sorta," Naruto replied. "Don't you remember Haku's little girl?"
Tsunade blinked.
"Oh, that's right," she said. "Byakko-chan. She's grown into a fine young woman, hasn't she?"
"So's her daughter," Naruto agreed. "Yukiko Yuki-chan... heheh, she'll probably be making a great grandpa out of me, soon enough!"
"Ah, to think this could happen before you even hit seventeen. What a productive man you are, Lord Hokage❤" Tsunade gushed, bowing low and giving Naruto a perfect view of her scarcely-covered nipples.
"It's all thanks to mom, honestly," Naruto said. "If not for her, it might have actually taken a few years before my baby girls could even talk. But with her teaching them, they're practically already shoo-ins for the next chuunin exam, once they graduate."
"Lady Kaguya is amazing," Tsunade agreed. "She's done for those girls in one day what it would have taken anyone else a decade and change. You know, it used to be that a girl would need thirteen or more years to get where those daughters of yours are? Not even a day old, and they're already teenagers in mind and body."
"Time is her bitch," Naruto said cheerfully, nodding his head. "Space, too."
Tsunade purred.
"I wouldn't mind joining up with those two~" she joked.
Naruto laughed.
"You're already mine, though," he reminded her with a playful smack on the rump. The tattoo on her ass glowed, a slightest fraction of Naruto's limitless chakra flowing into her body.
"Ooooh!" Tsunade moaned, her eyes rolling back up in her head. She shuddered, curves rippling, and nectar gushed down her thighs. "Me and every other woman in the world❤"
She came explosively, the flow of juices virtually unhindered by her G-string. Pleasure rushed through her veins, every erogenous zone in her body simultaneously stimulated by the quote-unquote "curse" mark on her ass.
Naruto pitched a tent in his trousers, grabbing a handful of Tsunade's ass. He grinned rakishly, and pulled the woman down on top of him. Her breasts squeezed against his firm chest, and she straddled him bonelessly, mewling and moaning like – to put it bluntly – a bitch in heat.
"That's right," he chuckled. "'Cause there's one thing I've got that even mom doesn't have."
His cock, scarcely contained within his trousers, throbbed mightily as the former hokage began desperately squealing and dry-humping him.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Even Kaguya-sama would bow down to this...!" Tsunade gasped, moaning and shamelessly grinding her lewd, lascivious body against Naruto's fully-clothed frame. "Your cock is the ultimate force in the universe!"
She kissed him hungrily, desperately. Fingers groped for the Lord Hokage's zipper, slipping the crotch of her G-string aside in lustful anticipation of a deeply filling penetration.
Naruto grinned, and he decided to lend Tsunade a hand.
ANBU agents Yugao, Kagome, Sai, and Nadeshiko stood obediently at attention, watching silently from the shadows as the Lady Fifth rode the Lord Sixth, one hokage passionately frenching and fucking another.
Mei Terumi, Ay-chan, and Kurotsuchi patiently awaited their turns. Mist, Cloud, and Stone would each have their chance to be owned by the Leaf, and burned to a crisp by Naruto's flames of passion.
The Sand, Sound, Rain, and Star could not be any more his bitches than they already were.

Throughout the village of Konoha, the general atmosphere was one of high spirits. Everywhere you looked, women strolled contentedly down the streets, dressed in variously revealing fashions and chatting blissfully about recent events. Young couples happily showed off their love for one another wherever they went, unashamedly making sweet music together in public.
Celebrations had never really petered out, even several days after the official inauguration of their new lord hokage. Tipsy revelers were still a common sight, carousing and wassailing all day and night. The caterwauling of horny young women filled the alleys, mutually companionable molestation nigh ubiquitous throughout the Leaf. Merely knowing that the Rokudaime was now in office filled the citizens of Konohagakure with an unwavering optimism and glee.
Those who could boast a personal acquaintance with Lord Uzumaki found themselves exceedingly popular among their peers. Friends and lovers of Naruto wanted for nothing in these days – least of all pussy, which was offered up eagerly and generously to any and everyone connected to the Honorable Sixth. Popularity by association, you could call it. A pussy pounding by Naruto's penis seemed utterly irresistable to the public at large, and those who possessed such fortunate organs received offers and solicitations beyond count.
And not only natives of the Leaf populated the village. No, following Naruto's inauguration, the Leaf experienced an influx of human tribute not seen since the days of Lord Shodaime. Foreign ninja villages sent most of their best kunoichi to Konoha, to Naruto, all but gift-wrapped with tags saying "Please make us your sex slaves❤ " Lovely, nubile young diplomats from countless other nations lined the streets for blocks outside Hokage Tower, waiting in lustful anticipation to "negotiate international relations" with the world-famous man.
The daimyo of at least three different nations so far had straight up offered themselves to Naruto as concubines: Koyuki Kazahana, plus Ladies Toki and Haruna. Hoshikage Sumaru, her mother Natsuhi and comrade Hokuto. Renowned priestess Shion, famous doctor Amaru. Madames Isaribi and Hotaru – Miss Shizuka of Nadeshiko no sato, and her attendant Tokiwa – and so many others as well. Countless beautiful women, all of whom could claim some manner of acquaintance with Naruto Uzumaki, however brief or distant.
All had moved to the Leaf, and gladly taken up a yoke of sexual servitude under the Sixth Hokage. Far and wide journeyed countless maidens, all seeking to offer the legendary Naruto Uzumaki-sama their bodies. Gladly and freely did so many accept the brand of his concubines, openly displaying the spiral tattoo as a symbol of highest honor. It was a carnal pilgrimage to the mecca of Naruto's manhood.
Shadow clones of the Rokudaime patrolled the village in considerable numbers, gladly welcoming these foreign travelers, and generously attending to the sexual needs of their public. Wherever a Naruto kage bunshin went, a great orgy was sure to follow, adoring maidens young and old gleefully showing their admiration for the new lord hokage.
And at the center of all this were nine women, beautiful and virile. The highest and most honored of all the women in all the world: noblest, fairest, most beloved by all.
Sasuki smiled subtly, proudly, watching as her daughter formed a ram seal and produced three flawless bunshin. Jikoku Uzumaki wore a short-hemmed, white Yukata matching the color of her hair. She was a mere head shorter than her mother, slim and fair with dark, piercing eyes and smooth, flawless skin.
"Bunshin no jutsu," the girl breathed, her expression neutral and serene. Her features were soft, yet with a hint of sharpness – a lean and angular bone structure underlying the plump roundness of youth, giving her an appearance of maturity wholly unrelated to the modest swell of her chest, or the subtle flair of her hips.
Each of the three clones perfectly matched her appearance, and flawlessly copied her stance. Despite the inherent incorporeality of their forms, the fair-skinned bunshin mimicked the subtle cues of weight and substance to a T.
For all intents and purposes, the clones looked just as real and solid as their creator. If one didn't follow Jikoku's original position, it would be impossible to tell which were clones and which was kunoichi unless one attempted physical contact. Even such a prodigiously gifted shinobi as Sasuki would not easily be able to tell the clones apart from their creator without activating her sharingan.
This would be high praise for even a veteran kunoichi, let alone one as fresh and young as Jikoku Uzumaki.
Bystanders and passers-by alike watched with undisguised interest as Jikoku and her sisters each performed the basic Academy ninjutsu, demonstrating their proficiency to the public, their parents, and – most importantly – their teacher.
Koumoku and Tamon, with eyes like pearl and amber, sparred with fluid grace. The former, red-haired and buxom, moved like a master of the gentle fist. Her breasts, which were large and generous even for a full grown woman, let alone a girl with the stature of a late preteen, bounced and bobbed as she sidestepped and parried, thrusting the heels of her palms and tips of her fingers forth with motions as graceful and entrancing as running water.
Koumoku's body curved and coursed like a gentle current, flowing and swirling around sticks and stones, carving softly and patiently through the solid earth. Tamon, blonde and similarly buxom, with the piercing golden eyes of a native desert dweller, moved more sharply, mechanically, efficient and methodical. The latter was ostensibly on the defensive, briskly and precisely thrusting Koumoku's hands aside, countering only intermittently with quick jabs or careful kicks, yet she was no less in control of the spar than her sister was.
Gaara's daughter, Tamon, displayed a modest taijutsu prowess against the elegant and masterful Koumoku, holding her own admirably for one facing such a talented young kunoichi of the Hyuuga bloodline. She bobbed and weaved, ducking and dodging, deflecting and evading nearly every blow. And when she was struck she retaliated skillfully enough, swiftly if softly striking her dear half-sister.
Gaara and Hinata watched proudly as their daughters sparred, Tamon and Koumoku dressed in a similar fashion to Sasuki's daughter, Jikoku. Short, plain yukata – yellow and red, with fabric that clung a little tightly to the remarkably advanced curvature of their youthful, preteen forms.
The fourth daughter, with eyes as warm and deep blue as her father's, hair as soft and sakura-pink as her mother's, was the only one to not be participating in these physical examinations. Zoujou Uzumaki, lean and slight, was a bright-eyed young waif as petite as her mother. Clad in a yukata of summery sky blue, reclining peacefully against a tree trunk as she quietly perused a text on advanced chakra theory, Zoujou was the only one of Naruto's four darling daughters to be exempted from this final test of kunoichi aptitude.
She had already passed, after all, fulfilling every qualification for an official promotion to genin a full hour and a half before her sisters. Long pink hair cascaded down the lass's back, a red ribbon tying her bangs back in a fashion nearly identical to how her mother had worn her hair in youth. She softly whistled an indistinct tune, peering briefly over the pages of her book to see how her half-sisters were doing.
Kaguya, who was presiding over the instruction of the four girls, chose now to raise her hand, palm facing forward, and tell the young ones to stop.
"That is enough," she intoned. "Tamon-tan, Jikoku-tan, Koumoku-tan. All three of you have demonstrated your skills. I am satisfied that you will serve your father well."
Tamon and Koumoku ceased their sparring. Bowing shortly to one another, and presenting the sign of harmony, they turned to face their instructor and spiritual grandmother. Jikoku likewise dispelled her clones, standing firmly at attention. Even Zoujou stood up, setting aside her book and turning her focus to the Grand Mother, Kaguya.
Hinata smiled warmly, clasping her hands and leaning against Sasuki. Gaara blushed, lips curling infinitesimally up at the corners, and her eyes glimmered with unmistakable pride as she looked at her daughter. Sakura crossed her arms under a smallish bust and grinned.
"So... we're all kunoichi now, then?" Tamon said, smiling softly. She looked up at the serene, alabaster-skinned goddess with undisguised admiration, yellow eyes gleaming with an eager, scarcely restrained hopefulness. Jikoku, Zoujou, and Koumoku all looked similarly excited.
Sasuki smirked at the obvious eagerness in the eyes of their daughters.
"You're already... on a whole other level from where we were, when we became genin," she whispered, half to herself and half to Gaara's little girl.
"They are, aren't they?" Hinata mused, nodding agreeably. "Chakra as bountiful as their father's... with control even better than any of us had at that point in our careers."
"Their potential is staggering," Sakura murmured, nonchalantly threading her fingers together. She beamed. "I'm so PROUD of them!"
"That's the raw talent contained in our husband's blood," Gaara said with a small, subtle smile. "With the right training, they could easily surpass even the best of us."
"...Yes, with training," Sasuki murmured, her eyes glinting. She shook her head slowly, and frowned a little bit. "But talent isn't the same thing as ability. There's a limit to how strong you can grow without firsthand experience."
Sakura gave Sasuki a strange look.
"That's a pretty sudden change of tune," she remarked. "What's up? You're the one who was saying they'd already surpassed us as we were at our academy graduations."
Hinata smiled, and nodded slowly.
"...But we were not very skilled at all, were we?" she mused. "When we first became genin... in the grand scheme of things, we still had a very long way to go. Right, Sasuki?"
Sakura's mouth formed a small o. "I see..." she murmured. "Our girls are talented, but we shouldn't let ourselves get too caught up in the matter of their potential. Too much praise spoils a kid, and excessively high expectations will only set you up for drama down the road."
"Reward them for what they have objectively accomplished, but also keep in mind where they stand in relation to the world at large," Gaara said. "Correct? Don't inflate their heads with unearned praise, or outright dismiss what they have done in comparison with what they could have done."
"Don't spoil them, but also don't starve them for praise," Sasuki said. "Reward their accomplishments, while also keeping in mind what they could have done better – while also being careful not to get too caught up in the differences between their reality and your ideal."
Hinata sighed quietly, smiling a touch bittersweetly. Sakura's shoulders drooped minutely, and her expression seemed to show hints of a subtle, half-anticipated weariness.
"The path of motherhood is a treacherous one, with many pitfalls. Contradicting needs that have to be balanced, with so many ways to go wrong, and yet no clear 'right' way to do it." Hinata closed her eyes, and placed a hand on Sasuki's shoulder.
"They grow up so fast... all we can do is give it our best and hope everything turns out alright," Sakura tiredly mused. "Man, parenting is complicated."
"But at the end of the day, it's still the most rewarding thing you can do," Sasuki concluded.
The other three nodded in agreement, and with that the four of them met the eyes of their daughters.
Jikoku, Zoujou, Koumoku, and Tamon were smiling up at their mothers. They were hopeful, expectant, quietly awaiting the final pronouncement of their dear, beloved mom's. The girls were hesitantly proud of themselves, and anxious to see a matching pride in their parents' eyes. They sought praise, vindication.
Love.
Sakura was the first to speak.
"Your father will be so proud of you girls," she said, taking a chance and letting her own pride shine through. "You did great!"
Zoujou blushed beet red at the mention of their father. She smiled dreamily, her cheeks deeply erubescent. Her sisters looked similarly happy and hopeful at the mention of their dad, whom they had not yet met in person.
Kaguya's expression was unreadable, save for the smallest of haughty smiles. Maturing these girls physically, emotionally, and mentally from earliest infancy to the cusp of womanhood in the course of a single day was child's play for her.
They were her daughters, like all the others... chosen to serve her one and only son. As far as it concerned her, even the fruits of Naruto's loins lived solely for his pleasure.
That was the single, absolute law of this world.

"What a nice day to be Naruto-sama's bitch!" were the wistfully spoken words of a certain Akatsuki kunoichi's white half, bouncing cheerfully on her heels and tugging on the leashes in her hand. "Don't you think so, Mi-tan, Ku-chin?"
Mina Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki – with ball gags stuffing their mouths and gimp suits restricting their movements – could only weakly moan and wriggle in the dirt after Zetsuko. Tight black leather covered every inch of their bodies except for their asses, breasts, and pussies. Gravel dug into the soft tissue of their bosoms, painfully red marks showing where the dirt road had been less than kind to the teats of Naruto's biological mothers.
Shiro-Zetsuko tittered, her tit and butt cheek bouncing as salaciously as Mina's on her best days. She smiled innocently at the two bound and gagged beauties, all but forcefully dragging their futilely squirming bodies through the dirt.
Bystanders watched with perverse fascination as Kushina and Mina's breasts dragged beneath them, taking the brunt of the unpaved road's curiously high concentration of stones and pebbles. They weren't bleeding, but that was about the only thing that could be honestly said in real-world logic defense of their position, aside from the pair's extremely apparent arousal.
Kuro-Zetsuko sneered at the two women, the black half of this bizarre kunoichi's body lean and athletic with a small, perky breast and firm, tight buttock.
"This look really suits you girls," she drawled condescendingly, taking an obvious sadistic glee in dragging the two moaning, orgasmic women behind her. "I bet this gets you dumb cunts so horny, doesn't it? You love being put in your place. You're just a couple of stupid cum dumpsters for Naruto-sama."
Zetsuko's white half chose then to giggle, gleefully wiggling her hips.
"Oooh, can I join them?" she gushed, licking her lips hopefully. "That sounds like so much fun! I wanna be Naruto-sama's cum dumpster too❤"
Zetsuko's black half had no response to this.
A little ways away, Obi and Mari watched this kinky procession with blushes on their faces, looking up from sensually massaging some foreign diplomats to follow Zetsuko and Naruto's moms with their eyes.
"...What an injustice," Mari whispered, staring intensely at Mina's voluptuous, leather-bound form. "I can barely stand to watch."
"I know, right?" said Obi, cutely pouting. "Why can't we be the ones dragged through the dirt and verbally abused?"
"... ... ..." Mari silently side-eyed her kinswoman and possible descendant, absentmindedly kneading strong and deft fingers deep into the pert, supple tissue of a pretty, violette daimyo's ass. "That... isn't quite what I meant..."
Obi cocked her head to one side, playfully twisting the puffy, erect nipples of a buxom, mewling blonde priestess.
"It... wasn't?" she said, sounding a hint sheepish. "Um... well, er, you must have been thinking something along those lines... right?"
Mari gave Obi a silent stare. One of her hands worked its way around front, playfully slipping a finger up the gasping young daimyo's cunt. After a moment of absentmindedly fingering the nubile foreign noblewoman, she let out an exasperated sigh.
"...you are content with the world as it is, aren't you?" Mari murmured. "You no longer have any wish to change it."
Obi blushed, averting her gaze from Mari's. The priestess shuddered in her arms, voluptuous body quivering as nectar gushed from a rosy, stimulated pussy.
"As long as Naruto-sama is happy, I am happy," she said after a moment of heavy silence. Her cheeks were as red as tomatoes, and she wiggled her hips with a girlish squeal. "Ah, I'm so hopeless. But... I really do..."
Mari shook her head.
"I see..." she whispered, looking up at the sky. Her grip on the daimyo slackened, the woman's body going limp after several powerful convulsions. "...Whatever makes him happy, huh?"
She pursed her lips, staring thoughtfully at the clouds overhead.
"Maybe you have a point."
Obi looked at Mari, cutely furrowing her brow.
"M-Mari...?" she murmured.
The buxom, long-haired beauty smiled bitterly.
"It's his place to choose, isn't it?" she said. "He won that right... even if that woman would look to take it from him."
Letting the daimyo slump to the ground, Mari stood up. Like her 'sister', she was dressed in the skimpy, fetishistic maid uniforms they had borrowed from Mina and Kushina's closet what felt like so long ago.
"This world was never meant to be mine," whispered Mari. She stood tall and imposing over Obi, her back to the younger woman. "But that doesn't mean... there's nothing I can do."
Mari crossed her arms under her chest, eyes hardening. Despite the arguably undignified nature of her garb, there was something unmistakably proud about her stance. She looked larger than life, a reminiscence of Madara Uchiha's former glory.
"Come, Obito," she said. "I have one last debt to repay... and one more chance to atone for my follies."
Obi stood, automatically jumping to her feet. The force of Mari's words, the confidence and utter surety with which she spoke, was such as to demand immediate compliance from all who heard her voice. That was the aspect of a born leader, the determination of one who had forged a name for themselves in an era of bloodshed and conflict.
The legendary shinobi Madara earned his reputation on the field of battle, as a fierce warrior and daring commander, a shinobi of prodigious skill. He had been a fearless and valiant leader of men. He was not the sort to lie down and accept indignity or defeat.
Madara "Mari" Uchiha still had one last ace up her sleeve.
"If it is not my place to choose..." she whispered, "...then let him decide the fate of this world. He has earned that right, at least."
And with those final words, she vanished in a swirl of leaves, followed by her kinswoman and protege, Obi.
Elsewhere in the village, Kaguya frowned and turned her gaze toward Hokage Tower.
"My son..." she whispered.

A/N: Yeesh, sorry this chapter took so long, but I've been operating on effectively a quarter dosage of my ADHD meds for the past some weeks, so it has been damn near impossible to focus on my writing.
But, that aside, this chapter pretty much officially ushers in the final arc of the fic. And it's a real doozy, too - this has already diverged a fair amount from my original outline, so there's really no telling what will come next. Haha! But it should be interesting, at the very least.
In other news, this fic is almost a year old. Hoho, to think I've been working on it that long already... is actually entirely believable. Heheh.
I hope you guys continue to enjoy this, wherever the plot may take things! :D
Updated: 9-25-14
TTFN and R&R!
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