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The Red Sun Sets, the Black Sun Rises.	By : Sedor Category: Bleach > General Views: 6505 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Red Sun Sets, the Black Sun Rises.
Welcome to chapter 2.
“Normal speech”
‘Thoughts’
“Kido/Zanpakuto release”
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Chapter 2: The Start of a New Life.
As the captains and lieutenants continued to stare at the young substitute before them, their thoughts ranged from shock to disbelief.
Unohana was saddened at the position being forced on the young man and confused as to why he was accepting it so calmly.
Byakuya’s face seemed to be somewhere between laughter and anger as his eye and upper lip twitched uncontrollably. He was screaming inside, his mind trying to deny what it was seeing and praying this was all just an elaborate joke of the Captain Commander’s, the mere thought of the substitute outranking him was already making him want to drown himself in even more sake.
Komamura while shocked trusted Genryusai’s judgement and would follow the substitute if this was to be the case.
Kyoraku and Ukitake were cursing inwardly at the fate of the young man, their thoughts along the lines that he shouldn’t have to bear this burden. Hitsugaya was thinking along similar lines to them, but more because he knew how hard it was to be the youngest captain, now they would have an even younger Commander.
Kenpachi was grinning like a maniac at the fact that his favourite sparring partner would be around permanently and Mayuri was cursing the fact that now the substitute was irrevocably out of reach and so were his friends if he wished to live.
The lieutenants were not much better as Omaeda quivered in fear of Ichigo, remembering the time he was defeated barehanded.
Izuru, Isane, Momo, Tetsuzaemon and Shuhei were shocked but had to admit that the power he possessed easily eclipsed the other captains.
Renji and Rangiku were wide eyed and gaping like fish as they tried to make sense of the news, while Nanao and Nemu appeared wide eyed but were at least able to save themselves further embarrassment. Yachiru was just confused as to what this made Ichigo now.
Rukia lowered her eyes, believing that she was the main cause for forcing him into a position that would take him away from his family. She was so lost in her thoughts, she failed to hear Sui-Feng’s question.
“Forgive me Captain Commander, but is this the best decision? This boy isn’t even a formal soul reaper and still possesses a mortal shell,” Sui-Feng asked breaking the silence.
Turning his gaze to the petite captain, Ichigo’s eyes bored into her own. Sui-Feng felt her heartbeat rise rapidly, her lungs seemed to be struggling to inhale enough air and her stomach seemed to be twisting in on itself a light blush on her cheeks. She was released from his gaze as Genryusai spoke.
“Normally you would be correct Captain Sui-Feng, however circumstances have changed. Ichigo no longer has a human body as of last night, when he attempted to merge into it, it turned to dust on coming into contact with him. As such for the protection of those in the Living World, he will now reside here in Soul Society permanently. As for his training in the skills of a soul reaper, I will be instructing him so that he has all pertinent knowledge of such subjects,” Genryusai concluded.
The assembly waited to see if there were any further questions about the meeting and seeing none were forthcoming Genryusai spoke, “This meeting is dismissed then, return to your previous duties.” Standing, he ground his cane into the ground dismissing the soul reapers and gesturing for Ichigo to follow. Unknown to them however was Yoruichi on the roof, video camera in hand as she slipped away giggling slightly at Byakuya’s face.
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As the pair exited the hall a voice stopped them. “Ichigo!” shouted Rukia.
Turning to look back at her, Genryusai looked at Ichigo saying, “Meet me back at the estate when you have finished up here.” Nodding his understanding Ichigo watched as the aged captain flash stepped away before turning to look back at Rukia as she ran up to him.
“What can I do for you Lieutenant Kuchiki,” Ichigo said as he spoke in a cold and emotionless voice.
Rukia felt shocked at the tone in his voice, a tone normally reserved for when she was talked down to by higher ranked nobles and some captains. She found herself gaping at Ichigo, before she saw the edges of his lips twitch and he cracked a smirk at her.
“Don’t tell me you really thought I’d talk to you in such a way Rukia,” Ichigo said with a warm smile.
“Baka,” Rukia said as she returned the smile, “Why weren’t you at the party last night? A lot of us were worried about you, even Uryu attended at least.” His smile dropped and his eyes hardened and Rukia instantly regretted asking.
“If you will recall from the meeting Lieutenant Kuchiki I had just discovered that my mere touch was a danger to my family and friends back in the Living World, as such why would I attend a party to celebrate,” Ichigo spoke the harshness in his tone returning full force.
Rukia cringed and lowered her head, cursing her short sightedness. She was so busy thinking of the past she had forgotten what had just been said in the present.
Seeing her look of remorse Ichigo sighed to himself, “Listen Rukia just forget it. I need to get my mind past it still. A good day to you,” he said as he walked off.
Rukia watched him go and saw many soul reapers leap out of his way, Ichigo paying them no heed as he walked past. His new attitude probably stemmed from the position he now found himself in, as it required a certain method in dealing with others around him now. This was going to take some getting used to of that she was sure.
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As Ichigo arrived at the Yamamoto estate, he took a closer look at his surroundings as he had not had the chance to examine it last night. Overall it reminded him of the Kuchiki estate except for the fact that it was larger. Strolling down the hallways towards Genryusai’s chambers he noted that the gardens though were different. While the Kuchiki estate had sakura trees planted, each garden in the Yamamoto estate seemed to have a different type of fruit growing in it with a small stream flowing through them all. He noticed apples, oranges, plums and to his surprise and slight ire, strawberries. Pausing in his trip, he walked up to one of the apple trees and picked one of the bright red fruit, rinsing it slightly in the nearby stream. Biting into the fruit he savoured the sweetness and continued on. Just as he turned the last corner he almost bumped into Genryusai as he was talking to an elderly man with crisp grey hair and a short goatee, Ichigo recognised him as the chief clerk of the Yamamoto clan.
Dismissing the man Genryusai turned to face Ichigo, “Good you’ve made it just in time, come with me we’re going to my private training grounds.” He walked off deeper into the compound.
When they arrived at their destination, Ichigo was struck dumb at the sheer size of the grounds. They were standing in an area roughly 250m by 50m. The ground was covered in lush grass except for the area around what appeared to be white stone dummies lined up atop a hill with a wall of similar white material behind them.
“Welcome Ichigo to my private training grounds, an area I’ve used for well over a millennia to hone my skills. The dummies you see in the distance are made of sekkiseki stone as is the wall behind them, thus they are impervious to damage from kido allowing one to practice without destroying the targets repeatedly, as well as to protect the area behind them from damage,” Genryusai said as he took in Ichigo’s surprised look.
“Targets made of sekkiseki? But isn’t that the stuff that forms the wall round Seireitei? That stuff is supposed to be ridiculously expensive Jii-san,” Ichigo said as his shock diminished somewhat.
“And as I said I have used this place for well over a millennia, to acquire such targets was well within our reach given enough time,” Genryusai said with a smirk. “Now the first thing we are going to try and do is supress your reiatsu. Once that’s done you should be able to seal your zanpakuto. Now sit down and place your zanpakuto across your lap. The simplest method I can think of and one I use myself is to visualise your power as a lake, to supress it you merely need to gather it into a smaller form, like a small pool or puddle.”
Nodding his head in understanding Ichigo sat with his legs crossed and began to try and compress his reiatsu. Not long after he started he began to make progress, it was marred however by the ground cracking around him.
Genryusai felt the force of Ichigo’s reiatsu strike him like a freight train paralysing his limbs. Looking at Ichigo he noticed how his reiatsu swirled around him like a vortex, the colour was black tinted with blue. Seeing the estate in the background beginning to crack and strain under the force he shouted out, “Stop Ichigo!”
His concentration broken, Ichigo’s power was unrestrained once more, removing the strain of it upon the world. Looking around at the devastation to the surrounding area Ichigo was shocked at his actions.
“It seems that if you try and lower it, it starts to have negative effects on the environment and those around you, while if you leave it unrestrained it is safer for those around you, tell me have you felt any strain on your body from being in this state constantly?” Genryusai said as he examined Ichigo.
Thinking back on the last week, Ichigo found that it hadn’t taken out much from him at all. The closest feeling that he could come up with was when he described it to Uryu with his power constantly on full blast and while his bankai used to put enormous strain on his body from its use, now he felt the same as ever. “I don’t quite know Jii-san, I mean I feel no different and I don’t feel a pull on my power whatsoever to maintain my bankai,” Ichigo said as he observed the daito across his lap.
“Hmm, I see. Very well we will forgo suppressing your reiatsu for now. As for utilising it, what do you know of how to tap into your reiatsu?” Genryusai asked.
“Well my Getsuga Tensho requires me to channel it through Zangetsu and when we first came to Soul Society, Ganju Shiba told me to imagine it as a pool and then immerse myself in it,” Ichigo said as he recalled his foray with the spirit core.
“While the young Shiba is correct, such a technique would only work for those who have very little power at their disposal, I shudder to think what would happen should you try in your current state. Your Getsuga Tensho proves that you can at least channel it to where it is needed, but considering its destructive force it seems you do not know how much enough is.” Genryusai said as he stroked his beard in contemplation. “We will start off with a high level kido to see where your limits lie; do you have a particular one you wish to learn?”
Thinking back on his fight with Aizen, Ichigo remembered how he had used a particular kido to severely injure another captain and while ineffective on him was still a deadly ability. “I would like to learn Kurohitsugi,” Ichigo said his eyes reflecting no emotion at the spell.
“Aizen’s favourite from what I recall, very well I will teach you its incantation,” Genryusai said as he leant on his cane slightly. “Seeping crest of turbidity! Arrogant vessel of lunacy! Boil forth and deny! Grow numb and flicker! Disrupt sleep! Crawling Queen of Iron! Eternally self-destructing doll of mud! Unite! Repulse! Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness! Practice it a few times now, be careful not to channel any reiatsu though as you say it.”
Once Ichigo had gotten the incantation right and could say it without mistakes Genryusai instructed him further, “Now while you say the incantation you need to channel your reiatsu through your index finger, while a skilled user can visualise where they want the box to form, you will need to point at the intended target. For the first try I would like you to imagine taking a bucketful of reiatsu from your lake and channelling it.”
Nodding Ichigo stood and faced the practice dummies. Closing his eyes he imagined the lake within his mind and then proceeded to draw a bucketful as he pointed at them as he spoke, “Seeping crest of turbidity! Arrogant vessel of lunacy! Boil forth and deny! Grow numb and flicker! Disrupt sleep! Crawling Queen of Iron! Eternally self-destructing doll of mud! Unite! Repulse! Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness! Hado no. 90, Kurohitsugi!” As Ichigo chanted the sky darkened as black reiatsu tinted with purple flared around him. Across the Seireitei the majority of soul reapers watched the sky grow dark with dread as whatever power was causing it sent a shiver down their spines; it was all over a moment later though. As he finished a colossal black box formed, easily twice the size of the Sokyoku stand. As the spears impaled the box causing it to dissipate, the pair examined the destruction. While the dummies themselves were none the worse for wear, the ground around it was mangled beyond belief from the spell. If any were to witness the area later, it would seem as if a giant beast had used the ground as a scratching post.
“I see, normally the ground would be left unmarked, but since the dummies deflected the kido, it was forced to take the blow instead. I believe that we now have a good gauge for your power Ichigo. As such for any ability below 33 I would like for you to only take a teaspoonful of power, for spells between 34 and 66 a cupful and for 67 and higher a bucketful will suffice.”
As the day wore on, Yamamoto kept Ichigo practicing until he was able to perform Hado 1,4,31, 32 and 33 as well as Bakudo 1,4,9 and 30. During the practice, Genryusai had walked off to the nearby storeroom and returned with a chair so that he could rest while he observed Ichigo. He was pleased to know that given the right technique, the boy could learn the abilities quite easily as he was used to channelling his reiatsu. The damage from the spells was indeed impressive, but not without limit for as a test Genryusai had erected Bakudo no. 81 Danku in front of the dummies and was pleased to see that it at least held back his lower powered abilities, but went on to shatter spectacularly against a Kurohitsugi with the incantation.
As they made their way back to the more populated areas of the compound for dinner Genryusai spoke up, “You did well Ichigo, I will confess in the past I had doubts if you would ever be able to make use of kido. I feared that you would be another Kenpachi on my hands just without the bloodlust.”
Ichigo smiled at the praise, “Thank you Jii-san, I was also worried that I would fail terribly considering how I’ve seen Renji blow himself up at times. Having a good teacher that at least knows what it’s like to have such power and the knowledge of how to use it is also a great help.”
Genryusai scoffed at that, “Are you saying you doubted my ability to teach? I personally taught Jushiro and Shunsui and they are skilled captains in their own right.”
“My apologies Jii-san,” Ichigo said with a smile as they entered the dining room. Two places were set out at the table and several servants stood at the ready. As they both sat, the servants leapt into action serving the food and placing it before them. While he knew that nobles would only recognise their servants when they needed something, an act which he would refuse to follow, he was surprised when Genryusai spoke to each of them by their first name thanking them for their hard work. He followed suit not wanting to be impolite and ruining his first impression to them. As they finished dinner and left the room, he was rewarded with a smile and small nod from the women that had been serving him.
He and Genryusai then walked back along the path to Genryusai’s chambers when the old man stopped at a room two doors away from his own. “This is the room where you will be staying whenever you decide to spend the night at the estate, for there will be times when you will be forced to retire in your office in the first division after a particularly gruelling day. Goodnight Ichigo,” Genryusai said as he walked off to his own room.
Ichigo stood outside the door for a moment before bracing himself and entering. Needless to say he was shocked at the room. Inside there was a large king size bed with a blue duvet and black pillows standing alongside the far wall. To his right was a large desk with writing supplies contained within the drawers and the centre piece of the room was a set of three comfortable looking couches around a coffee table. A door to his left led to a walk-in closet and bathroom passed it. The size of the bath tub was quite large as he thought it could easily seat two or three people. Returning to the room, he removed his socks and upper half of his shihakusho and slid under the cool sheets, their touch like silk on his skin and fell asleep almost immediately.
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Ichigo woke to find himself in a park in the Living World. Confused he looked about trying to figure out how he had gotten here, but was interrupted by a pair of voices.
“Oniichan!”, “Ichi-nii!”
Turning around he was shocked to see Yuzu and Karin flying at him arms outstretched. Before he could shout a warning or dodge them they had engulfed him in a hug, the next second though they were both being reduced to dust from coming into contact with him.
Stumbling backwards in horror he felt a group of hands reach out to steady him saying, “Ichigo?”
Following the hands he was horrified to witness the last look of pain on his high school friends faces as they too were turned to dust. Screaming his lungs out he felt himself descend into darkness.
Opening his eyes once more he found himself staring up at the ceiling of his room at the Yamamoto estate. Sitting up he felt several tears fall to his chest and realised it was all just a nightmare. After failing to fall back to sleep, Ichigo got out of bed and made his way down the hallways of the estate pausing occasionally to examine some heirloom or photo of the family. Entering one particular garden he was shocked to find Genryusai sitting on a bench next to a pond filled with koi. Making his way over, he sat next to the old man.
Feeling a weight on the bench next to him, Genryusai cracked an eye open to see who had joined him. He was surprised to see Ichigo there, the moonlight glittering off his torso highlighting the scars to his body. “Rough night?” he asked knowing that it could be nothing else from the bloodshot eyes of the youth.
“Just a nightmare, some reminders of my old home,” Ichigo said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “You?”
“Reminders of the past,” Genryusai said as he looked into the koi pond.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” Ichigo said as they continued to sit. After a few minutes of silence Ichigo asked a question that had been at the back of his mind, “Sorry Jii-san, but why don’t you have any sons or daughters? Out of all the photo’s I’ve seen on the estate, they only show other members of the family and their children. I don’t believe I’ve even seen one of you married.”
As the silence seemed to stretch on forever, Ichigo thought the old man had fallen asleep. He abandoned such thoughts when the old man spoke, “My wife passed away during childbirth over two millennia ago while I was still a teacher, the child was a stillborn.”
Hanging his head in sorrow Ichigo regretted asking, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.”
Looking to the sky Genryusai spoke, “I do not regret my life Ichigo, I raised Shunsui and Ukitake like they were my own sons and I am proud of the men they are today. I know that you will also make me proud, no matter what may happen in the future. You will stick to the values that made me choose you as my successor and that is all I can ask for.” Rising to his feet he bade Ichigo goodnight once more and walked back to his room.
Ichigo sat upon the bench for another hour, understanding some of the pain that the old man undoubtedly had to go through after outliving his wife and unborn child for over two thousand years.
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As dawn broke over the Seireitei Sui-Feng roused herself from her slumber. Her sleep had been disturbed, in her opinion, by thoughts of the Ichigo. Her bodies reaction was not unusual considering she had felt similar feelings at times around Yoruichi, but for them to be so much stronger around him was strange to her. As she was showering to get ready for the day, she felt herself become aroused as her hands roamed over her body, wondering how Ichigo’s would feel. Shocked at her thoughts, she shook her head to clear them and instead concentrate on the squad’s morning drills. As she dressed and prepared to leave she was interrupted by a knock at the door. As she opened the sliding door she was met by the object of her troubled thoughts, Ichigo.
“Morning Captain Sui-Feng, Jii-san had planned for me to start my hakuda training this morning and thought it best that I join your squad for practice this morning. I hope this won’t be a problem,” Ichigo said a smile on his face as his eyes bored into her soul once more.
Arranging her face in a neutral expression Sui-Feng replied, “Of course not Yamamoto-dono. Do not expect for me to go easy on you though.”
Ichigo grinned at her, “Now where would the fun be in that Captain, but please just call me Ichigo. I still haven’t gotten used to being addressed like that yet.”
“Of course Yama…I mean Ichigo-dono,” Sui-Feng said with a smirk. Ichigo groaned, but followed after her.
Arriving at the training grounds, he fell into place with the other squad members while Sui-Feng walked to stand before them. As they ran through basic warm-ups the other squad members were surprised at the ease and speed with which Ichigo went through them. When they broke into pairs to spar with each other, Ichigo found himself against Sui-Feng since the other members would have no hope of working him. As the two settled into their stances, Ichigo couldn’t resist examining every inch of the petite captain as she stood in her stance waiting for an opening. He watched her lithe legs tense as she prepared to charge, rushing forward the next moment a fist coming straight for his face. Leaning his head to the right, he deflected the blow with a palm, using her momentum to land a palm strike to her gut knocking her back slightly. She retaliated quickly with a kick catching him across his face snapping his head to the left. She watched apprehensively as he turned slowly back to her, a gleeful smile on his face.
“Come now Sui-Feng, surely you can do better than that,” Ichigo teased her.
Growling slightly she charged into him again and they began exchanging a barrage of blows against one another, most being blocked while others got through. Hours later Sui-Feng grimaced in pain from her bruises while Ichigo still had that same grin on his face and no visible injuries to him. As she dismissed the squad members, she found herself in Ichigo’s arms being carried back to her office faster than she could flash step. She cursed Ichigo and yelled at him to cease and desist at once, Ichigo ignored her as he entered her office pulling her haori off her as he hung it on a coat rack. Blushing slightly from the way he removed her clothing she found herself seated at her desk, Ichigo standing behind her.
“Just relax Captain Sui-Feng,” Ichigo said as he whispered into her ear. A hand was placed on her shoulder pinning her in place as he absently searched through his hakama pockets, pulling out a small bottle of oil after a moment of searching. Squeezing some into his hands he rubbed them together before beginning to massage Sui-Feng’s neck. She moaned slightly as his hands worked to relieve the pain and stress of the morning’s training. His calloused hands felt heavenly on her skin as they moved in circular patterns one moment or squeezing her muscle the next. Due to the backless uniform Ichigo was given easy to access to her shoulders and back as his hands moved lower, he tried to avoid her breasts which were exposed along the sides of her uniform. Ten minutes later and Sui-Feng was putty in his hands as he finished. Placing the cap on the bottle, he pocketed it and walked off to the door.
As he was about to leave he turned back to look at her a grin on his face, “See you tomorrow morning Sui-Feng.”
Sui-Feng felt her head hit her desk and let out a groan at the thought of the bruises that would follow training tomorrow, though if she was given another massage like this one after she wouldn’t complain.
As Ichigo left the second division grounds, he was met by Yoruichi in her human form. Looking him in the eye she smirked as she crossed her arms saying, “So Ichigo, molesting my little bee now are we?”
Ichigo scowled at her remark, before smirking back at her, “Just a little thank you for her help this morning Yoruichi-san.”
“Oh is that all? Because if memory serves me correctly, the particular uniform she wears leaves very little in the way of coverage for the sides of her breasts, who knew that you would make use of such tactics Ichigo,” Yoruichi said with a grin.
Blushing slightly Ichigo stammered, “Sorry Yoruichi, no time to chat now, practice and such to get to.”
With that he flash stepped away, leaving Yoruichi with a tender smile on her face. ‘You’re almost as fast as me now Ichigo, it’s good to see you finding some happiness in all this mess. Maybe I should see Sui-Feng about this now.’
Walking into Sui-Feng’s office, Yoruichi found the young captain with her face still flat against the desk. A devilish grin formed on her face as she walked to stand behind Sui-Feng. She then began to massage her shoulders and back, her hands moving in circular patterns.
“Ah Ichigo-dono a little lower please,” Sui-Feng moaned out thinking Ichigo had returned.
“So we’re calling him dono now are we?” Yoruichi said from behind her.
Sui-Feng practically jumped at least a meter into the air, when she heard Yoruichi’s voice, “Y-Yoruichi-sama, I-I didn’t k-know that you w-were here.”
“Ah my little bee is all high strung again; maybe I should call Ichigo back to help you relax again?” Yoruichi said with mock concern.
Sui-Feng’s face quickly became as red as a strawberry from her mentor’s teasing, “T-That won’t b-be necessary Yoruichi-sama.”
“Relax Sui-Feng, so tell me how was training with him?” Yoruichi said as she sat down on the captain’s desk.
“It was…interesting. His technique is rough which allowed me to land multiple blows to him, but he shrugs them off as they are nothing to him and retaliates swiftly. I know he held back on his blows though else I wouldn’t have gotten off with just bruises,” Sui-Feng spoke with all the precision of an officer reporting to her superior.
“So he’s a juggernaut basically,” Yoruichi summed it up. “I hear that his kido is particularly devastating as well, you remember the sky darkening around lunch time yesterday?” Sui-Feng thought for a moment before nodding. “Apparently they were trying to gauge how much power he could put into a spell and he chose Kurohitsugi as the benchmark. Witnesses say that the box was easily twice the size of the Sokyoku stand.”
Sui-Feng was shocked at that piece of information. She remembered the chill that had run down her spine and almost everyone else in her division as well. To hear that it was the result of the Captain Commander in training frightened her.
“Well I’ve got things to do back in the Living World, see ya Bee-chan,” Yoruichi said as she hopped off the desk, flash stepping out the window.
Sui-Feng murmured her goodbye, still lost in her thoughts about Ichigo.
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And that’s a wrap for chapter 2. Now notes on the chapter.
While some captains and lieutenants reactions were easy to write, (Byakuya, Unohana etc.) the majority of them who don’t really know Ichigo well, that was a pain and honestly generic shock was probably the most believable.
His interaction with Rukia, now that was just to show that he can be the cold noble when needed, but don’t expect him to be so all the time.
Now while I know a lot of people might have expected him to learn to seal his zanpakuto and lower his reiatsu, but I didn’t want to do that since it’s what almost all other fictions do. Also I initially thought of his power as an ocean, but that made it seem like he really was too powerful even for what I wanted from him, the basic idea is that still just a little bit from that source is devastating to others. As for him learning Kurohitsugi, I don’t care how cool fireballs or lightning are; a giant box that impales you several times is my favourite.
As for Genryusai’s past, well not much is known about it other than during an omake where Shunsui and Ukitake remark that even when they were in the academy he was old, so I tried to find a reason for him to be cold and practical as he normally is in canon.
As for Sui-Feng and Ichigo at the end, no the romance hasn’t started yet. That’s just a bit of tease for now.
So like, love, hate, some part where I could use improvement, let me know please.
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