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41094 No. 41094
It’s embarrassing, but I woke late that morning. My head hurt, my perfected body whined at every move. I snuggled tight into my wife’s welcoming, curvaceous body to shield my poor, defenseless eyes from the burning sunlight. My legs entwined with her own full, healthy thighs and strong shins.

The legs she lost. Years ago. Centuries ago.

Still groggy, I groaned. Too tender to dare look, I listened.

She conveyed the same old fears of abandonment and isolation. Frustrations at trust betrayed. The same unwavering determination to see her ideals realized. That unflinching spirit that first drew me in. Then something else slipped through.

A sense of protectiveness. Not for her descendants or allies. For youkai. Not some youkai. All of them. Or most of them, at least. All underlaid with a broad distrust of humanity.

…And a wish to repent for severe misdeeds.

I groaned again, louder. She stirred, conveying similar physical discomforts and a distinct yearning for a good cup of sake. That one puzzled me.

Straining, I peeked one eye open.

A full head of fluffy purple hair, transitioning to brown around her shoulders.

Just as I’d thought. The grand monk herself shared this futon with me. Not Tojiko. I’d rather have awakened to Yoshika.

We were both quite clothed, but that only worried me more. Judging by the sensation, it appeared that I had slept in my common dress. A masterwork that didn’t deserve the wrinkles it would soon suffer.

[ ] Look around.

[ ] Wake her.

[ ] Get away.

[ ] Write-in.

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No timer today; votes close when I post the next update.
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>> No. 41453
[x] I asked her for romantic advice.

Hilarity WILL ensue.
>> No. 41454
[x] I asked her for romantic advice.
>> No. 41455
[X] I chatted about Unzan.

I want to embarrass the cloud man more.
>> No. 41458
[x] I asked her for romantic advice.
>> No. 41460
[X] I asked her for romantic advice.

Time to see just how uncomfortable she can get before she explodes.
>> No. 41462
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[x] I asked her for romantic advice.

I pondered my future as we passed into a cozy interior room. Two long, thin tables ran almost from end to end, each lined with a simple bench. She walked between the two, wanting to know why I still followed her. In truth, Byakuren still worried me.

Ichirin sat down at the far end. I stepped around and sat opposite her. Unzan settled over the bench behind her.

I thought for a moment, then decided to rip the bandage off at once.

“Do you prefer men or women?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

I leaned back, almost touching the wall behind me. “Would you take a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”

She looked away. “I-I don’t know. Does it matter?” Unzan frowned.

I sighed and looked back to the door, drumming one hand. “I need advice.”

She stared at me, perplexed. “And you’re asking me?”

I set the shaku down between us and stared her in the eyes. “Yes. I need your help, Ichirin.”

She looked down. Unzan shifted behind her, staring me down.

“What do you even want me to say?”

I picked the shaku back up, tapping my chin. “Would she prefer sweet nothings and the occasional white lie, or blunt honesty? Careful, intimate caresses, or polite, studious affection? Candlelight dinners or—”

Ichirin, cheeks turning red, held her hand out, palm flat.

“You’re talking about Byakuren, aren’t you?”

I blinked once, smiling. “Who else would I want to romance?”

She let out a shaking breath. “Okay. Okay. Just- just making sure.”

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pink.”

“Fine. I’m just fine.” She leveled her eyes back to me. “Just… take it slow. And be honest. Tell her she looks fat if you have to.”

I gasped, pressing a hand to my lips. “I would never do that. But…” I leaned over the table, letting out sly grin. “What about a more intimate setting? Would she like a kiss? A cuddle? Or would even handholding be too much?”

Ichirin’s face turned beet red. “I-I don’t know! Why should I know?” Unzan shifted forward, misting over her face.

I backed off, chuckling. “I’m sorry. Perhaps that was a bit too much.” I stood up. “I wonder what sort of gift she’d like.”

“A gift?” Ichirin shook her head, folding her arms Unzan receded and her blush faded. “The temple could use a few more statues. She might also appreciate a good amulet or staff.”

“Hm…” I rubbed my chin. “I’ll think about it. Thank you for your time, Ichirin.” I walked toward the door.

I heard a rustle behind me. “Wait. Unzan recommends flowers.”

How cliché. Yet I turned around. “Thank—”

A woman elbowed past me, carrying two bowls of rice with thin strips of salted meat on top. Greenish-black hair bobbed above a white sailor’s shirt and skirt as she passed down the aisle. Minamitsu.

Ichirin glared at her, getting only a shrug back. Minamitsu wanted to ‘share the spoils.’

[ ] I stopped by the grounds for flowers.

[ ] I stopped by Senkai for an amulet.

[ ] I gave them a halfhearted lecture.

[ ] I visited Byakuren.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/11/30(Fri)21:00

>> No. 41463
[x] I stopped by the grounds for flowers.
>> No. 41464
[x] I gave them a halfhearted lecture.
We gotta follow our Love's lead. This is the secret good option, I can feel it in my bones
>> No. 41465
[x] I stopped by the grounds for flowers.
>> No. 41466
[x] I stopped by Senkai for an amulet.

C'mon, who wouldn't appreciate a +2 natural armor enhancement?
>> No. 41467
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41467
[x] I stopped by the grounds for flowers.

>Mystic amulet to a rival religion
>> No. 41471
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41471
[x] I stopped by the grounds for flowers.

I shrugged them off, walking back to the halls and soon outside the temple. I stood before the great stairs and tiered grounds at the front, took one look down, and wandered around the temple’s side.

A flower, huh? I closed my eyes and listened. Outside the noise in or near the temple itself, I heard little. No one I heard I heard wanted to view something a little longer or to understand why something appeared the way it did.

I sighed and wandered off. Myouren temple spent no effort that I could determine in cultivating flowers, and its head monk would not likely appreciate a gift from her own garden anyway. Senkai told a similar story with gardens made of rock and sand rather than common vegetables or living ornaments.

I strolled across the grounds, winding a slow, lazy circle around the temple itself. I stopped at the humble stone walls marking the cemetery border. Cherry blossom trees hung over one side and I found myself tempted to pluck one of them to have this done with. But I shrugged and moved on.

I was not a woman of half-measures. Not when it came to matters of true love, nor political arrangements, nor even false romances like this. I would move on to a far better woman than Byakuren, and she would no doubt move on as well, but I had no intention of letting her forget these two weeks.

I walked into the cemetery. Plain, block headstones passed as I wandered deeper, moving instinctively toward the rocky outcropping that lead to my mausoleum.

I heard a desire. For something.

“What are you doing out here, Miko?”

I turned around to find Tojiko sitting on a headstone, her wispy tails wafting across it. I half-drew my sword. “You have five seconds to change.”

Her form flickered, resolving to a thin woman in a simple black dress and similarly simple black hair. Those familiar red scythes and blue tendrils hung from her back. I sheathed my blade.

“Good afternoon, Nue.”

“How’d you catch me?”

“You thought you could imitate the woman I spent half my life with.”

Nue rubbed her neck. “I guess that was a dumb move. How about this?” Her form rippled again, this time resolving into the white dress and gray topknot of Futo.

“Thou wilst never see mine true face!”

I snickered. “Nice try.”

“What’d I mess up this time?”

I turned and continued walking. “Talk with her. You’ll find out soon enough.”

She floated forward, landing and walking beside me. “And what are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for a flower.”

She folded her arms. “I do not get you hermits. Why a flower?”

“Love.”

“You’re talking in riddles now.” She stopped. “But, I guess I could be persuaded to help you out.”

I smiled. “How kind of you.”

“Wha-hey! That’s the part where you’re supposed to make an offer!”

I tapped my chin, still smiling.

[ ] I offered a drink.

[ ] I offered a secret.

[ ] I offered a view.

[ ] I declined.

[ ] Write-in.
>> No. 41472
No timer this time for reasons I need to explain. I'll be taking a few days off from this thread, hopefully no longer than a week and almost certainly no longer than two. I don't plan to do daily updates when I return, but I hope to be able to do three to four a week.
>> No. 41474
[x] I offered a drink.

It's not like we care for Buddhist traditions, either of us.
>> No. 41475
[X] I offered a drink

>>41467
I think it could be cute, especially if she gives Miko an amulet in response.
>> No. 41476
[x] I offered a drink.
>> No. 41477
[X] I offered a view.

I can show you the world!
>> No. 41486
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41486
[x] I offered a drink.

“Have you tried any of our wines?”

Futo—I mean, Nue—glanced across the headstones. She licked her lips. “Can’t say I have.”

“Would you like to?”

“Is that your offer?”

“Indeed.”

“Hmm.” She hopped backward, landing on a taller headstone. Standing on one foot, she scanned the scenery. “Wait here.” She lifted off.

“Nue?”

She stopped, floating just above me. Mischief reigned in her head.

“Do you a good wine, or the cheapest I can find?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s your game?”

I chuckled. “That I don’t play one right now.”

She stared a moment, then groaned. “Fine. I’ll get you something good.”

She flew away.

I chose to rest against the headstone she took off from. A slow breeze ruffled my radiant hair.

I cast a glance around, half-hoping to find Tojiko float near. I sighed. This would be a long two weeks.

Rough earth crunched under heavy feet, hitting the ground two at a time. I looked to the side, where I found Yoshika hopping my way. Her talisman fluttered, and her black skirt swayed with each leap. She stopped a short distance away, making room for her outstretched arms.

“Hey, you there.”

“Miko.” I smiled.

“Yeah, Miko. What are you doing here?”

I stared at her. She stared back. I reached forward and patted her head.

“Wha- hey!”

“Good job, Yoshika.”

“Huh? Good? What did I do?”

“You protected my body.”

“I did?”

I chuckled. “Yes. And thanks to you, I got all the sleep I needed.”

“Uh… yay.”

I sighed. Yoshika appreciated the praise, but I doubted she’d remember it for long. She’d already forgotten why she approached me, a choice made in part on forgetting why she visited this graveyard.

She was a good girl, but a somewhat erratic one. Thanks largely to my former teacher.

She poked my gut. “Uh, do you just rest here?”

I closed my eyes, listening to the wind. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“Is he a good person?”

“She’s okay. Say, has Seiga told you to do anything recently?”

“Seiga? I don’t think so.”

That was a no. She hadn’t been around here recently.

I heard Nue’s desires approach, alcohol now taking prominence in her mind.

I opened an eye. “Yoshika, how about you stop by the mausoleum?”

“Uh, okay.” She hopped away, toward where I knew the cave entrance lied.

Futo-Nue touched down, holding out a deep red carnation. I lifted it from her hand to study. They were remarkable flowers, really. Few looked quite so much like a ball of frills as these. A good choice for lovers, though a rather ironic one, given Byakuren’s disposition.

“Thank you, Nue.” I turned back toward the temple.

“Hey, what about the wine?”

“Good wine demands a good atmosphere. You’ll get it soon.”

I felt her eyes narrow. “Are you trying to pull something?”

I turned back to her. “Have you ever had truly good wine? The real, top-shelf stuff?”

She grinned. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Didn’t you take care at least to get a good ambience when you did?”

“No.”

I returned to my path. “You’ll thank me later.”

She huffed, but she left me alone. I carried the carnation back to the temple. I entered through a side door and wove back through the now calmer corridors. Judging by the atmosphere of desires, most visitors had left and those still here had started eating. I took the stairs into the basement, until I approached a closed door, from which I heard the quiet recitation of what I guessed to be some sutra.

Shou stood nearby, staring at the door with a bowl of plain rice cupped in her hands. Byakuren’s lunch, based on Shou’s desires.

“I’ll take care of that for you.” I took the bowl from her.

She fretted, then looked at me. Then sighed in relief and walked behind me. Her steps echoed off the thick walls as she went upstairs.

[ ] I waited outside.

[ ] I snuck in.

[ ] I barged in.

[ ] I sang back to her.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/12/07(Fri)19:00

>> No. 41487
[x] I snuck in.

Don't go full Solid Snake though.
>> No. 41488
[x] I snuck in
>> No. 41490
[X] I barged in.

As Byakuren's wife we have every right to be obnoxious and loud!
>> No. 41494
[x] I sang back to her.

Joyy
>> No. 41496
[X] I sang back to her.
>> No. 41515
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41515
[x] I snuck in.

I held the rice bowl in one hand and the carnation in the other as I stared at the plain oak door. A different wood from the rest of the basement. They must have installed it after the temple’s construction. Or transformation.

Byakuren’s chanting continued. We had only recently gone out to eat. Did she forget to tell them? Did they forget she said anything? I pushed the rim of the bowl with my thumb, rotating it through my hand. Was there another purpose to this bowl? A token of concern?

Well, I wasn’t one to fret over small details, so I patted the wall, found a crack only a hair’s breadth wide, and squeezed in. From within the infinite space between spaces, I found…

No outlets. None where I wanted, anyway. I stepped back out. I stroked my chin, considering the oddity that this presented. I wished to make myself known, but also to do so inconspicuously. I ran a hand down where the door met its frame. The same principles that allowed me to travel through cracks did work on other gaps, but things could get strange when I used those.

Down here the doors had hinges and levers, which did not help me. But I was not about to wait any longer, so I slid the lever down and nudged the door inward. Metal slid against metal and wood against wood, but it did so in small, slow increments.

I got it open just far enough to squeeze through, then slipped to the other side and guided it closed. With a quiet snap, the latch caught, and I turned around.

Byakuren sat, legs crossed with each foot resting on the opposite thigh. Her hands laid, palms up, over her knees as her chant continued. I considered my own body quite well-honed, and yet I couldn’t help but wince at witnessing her contorted legs.

I sat down across from her, merely crossing my legs as I rested my back against the door. The turmoil in her heart had eased, but barely. Though the relative calm, I made out one thing. Her desire for transcendence had overcome the rest, but that a yearning for something still gnawed at her. What that was, I couldn’t tell.

Her chanting drifted off.

She gave me a tired sigh. “What do you want?”

I set the rice bowl in her lap. She opened her eyes and picked it up.

“Your followers are quite attentive.” It was the one thing they had over mine, after all. Except Futo. No one beat her in raw enthusiasm. I preferred the quiet of my own side, of course.

“They’re good people.” Byakuren ran a finger along the bowl’s rim. “But it seems they forgot to include a utensil.”

Sure enough, no chopsticks adorned the bowl’s rim.

She set it on the floor beside her. “I suppose it’s the thought that counts.”

I cleared my throat, lifting the flower from my lap. “I have a gift for you. My love.” I extended it toward her.

Byakuren looked down on it, frowning in consideration. Gingerly, she reached out and took it. “Thank you.” She held it before her eyes, thinking.

I reached out and slid a hand down her arm. “Need some company?”

She blinked, cheeks flushed. “Company? I don’t… no. I’m fine.”

“Perhaps some entertainment? A song, perhaps?”

She set the carnation in her lap and stared down at it.

I clicked my tongue. “This is the problem.”

She looked back up, blinking.

“We have an act to perform, but we’re both crap at our roles.”

“No one’s watching us, Miko.”

“They will be.”

She sighed. “I know, I know. It’s just so confusing. You…” She looked to me, then bit her tongue. She leaned down again. “It’s different. It feels strange. And it’s not an act.”

I studied her eyes.

She faced me back. “We’re married, Miko. We have duties to each other now, and we’re going to fulfill them until they end.”

I listened to the temple. A couple desires to know our conversation emerged, but none approached the basement yet.

[ ] I argued with her.

[ ] I listened to her concerns.

[ ] I invited her to an outdoor stroll.

[ ] I insisted on some practice.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/12/11(Tue)19:00

>> No. 41516
[x] I listened to her concerns
>> No. 41517
[x] I listened to her concerns.
>> No. 41522
[X] I sang back to her.
>> No. 41523
[x] I listened to her concerns.

She doesn't have a person she can complain to. All of her friends are also followers so her image must be maintained.
>> No. 41524
[X] I sang back to her.
>> No. 41526
[x] I listened to her concerns.
The duties of a married person are very much real, so might as well follow them.
>> No. 41527
[x] I listened to her concerns.
this is literally the thing we're famous for
>> No. 41529
[X] I listened to her concerns.

Time to play to our strengths!
>> No. 41579
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[x] I listened to her concerns.

I scooted to the side, resting my back against the wall proper. I looked her in the eye. “If we’re talking duties, then I suppose mine is to hear your concerns right now.”

She frowned. “Shouldn’t you already know?”

I smiled. “Please, I’m attentive, but not a mind reader.”

She didn’t speak.

I sighed. “Humor me.”

She raised the flower to her nose, taking a long, slow breath through her nose, savoring the scent.

“I… don’t know what to say. We’re enemies. Rivals, even. I don’t… working so close to you, it sets my hair on edge.”

I hummed. “Afraid I’ll stab you in the back?”

She laughed, quiet and brittle. “I suppose I am.”

I closed my eyes. “Yet you agreed to this inanity. Before I did, even.”

“That… is true.” She exhaled, slow and steady.

I tapped my shaku across my knee. “Do you want to back out?”

Tap, tap, tap.

“No. I don’t.”

I peeked an eye open. She’d puffed out her chest.

“Then you’ll need to trust me, won’t you?”

Her chest deflated. “Yes.” She rubbed her fingers down the flower stem. “But I don’t know about my temple.”

I rested my eyes again.

“I don’t think it’s right to demand such trust from them as well. But if we’re to be proper partners, I don’t see a way not to do so.”

I giggled, just slightly. “I’ve already given them a good scare. I doubt I could worry them much more.”

“I just… I don’t know who I am anymore.”

I set the shaku down. “Please, explain.”

“I’m a monk, Miko. My duties are first and foremost to the noble eightfold path and helping guide others on the path to Nirvana. But now I’m also married. I have duties to love and care for my husband. You.”

I cleared my throat. “Wife. I’m your wife.”

She groaned. “Yes, dear. The point is that romantic love is a desire that binds us to the unending cycle of death and rebirth. I have a duty to give that love, but another to guide others away from all worldly desires, in part through example.”

“Is a duty to others not something that by itself binds you here?”

She sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“Then let’s just complicate it a little more.” I listened again. Someone had begun to tiptoe down the stairs, but they weren’t in hearing range yet. “It’s just a few weeks anyway.”

“I don’t know.”

I opened my eyes. She stared into her lap, running a finger through the petals. “Is that really an acceptable action for a spiritual leader?”

“Do you want to pretend?”

“No. I refuse.”

“Then we’re getting romantic.”

She sat there, still unsure.

[ ] I hauled her out for a surprise.

[ ] I suggested a ‘chaperoned’ date.

[ ] I dragged her out for a ‘talk.’

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/12/18(Tue)19:00

>> No. 41580
[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.
sekuhara
>> No. 41581
[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.
>> No. 41582
[X] I suggested a ‘chaperoned’ date.

bring Kokoro along again.
>> No. 41583
[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.
Self-Identity issues are pretty big but everything seems set up just right to deal with them considering who we are.
>> No. 41584
[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.
>> No. 41586
[X] I suggested a ‘chaperoned’ date.

FUTO MAH BOI
>> No. 41588
[X] I suggested a ‘chaperoned’ date.
Kokoro time
>> No. 41589
[X] I hauled her out for a surprise.

Spontaneous romancing time!
>> No. 41590
jus' kiss her where the eavesdropper can see ya and skedaddle through a crack
>> No. 41591
[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.

There's a moment where you gotta stop thinking and start acting
>> No. 41616
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[x] I hauled her out for a surprise.

I set a hand on my knee and stood up. She stared back up at me, eyes cool. I smiled back down at her. I also leaned in, grabbed an arm, and pulled.

She didn’t budge. I yanked once, then twice. Damn muscle mages. I sighed and let go. “Now’s not the time to get stubborn.”

“I’m serious, Miko.”

I rubbed my scalp. “Fine then, how about this: please, will you come with me?” I put my hands together, tilted my eyebrows outward, and moistened my eyes just a little.

She gave me a flat stare, then sighed and stood up. “Very well.”

“Excellent.” I turned and threw the door open. Byakuren followed, prim, behind me as I took the stairs back up two at a time. I threw a hearty wave at Murasa as I passed, halfway up the stairs. She evaporated behind me.

I emerged back into the more sedate commotion of the temple’s common halls, a pair of plain-robed disciples walking past as I strode toward a side gate. A pair of short, floppy bunny ears adorned one’s head, who chatted in a loud, cheery tone with her very human counterpart. The very image of Byakuren’s dream, no doubt.

Especially in the way that human kept his hands close to his body, head just slightly bowed, stride firm but unassuming. The rabbit was excited, the boy was nervous. Not terrified, or he never would’ve come here on his own. They passed out of earshot, preventing me from picking out precisely why the rabbit bothered him.

It could’ve been genuine prejudice on his part, for all I knew. But Byakuren followed close behind me, unaware that he had any concerns at all. I stepped onto the grass and listened for fuzzier sensations.

Nothing. I heard nothing but the usual buzz of desires moving about the temple. I took a few steps out, concentrating, before I noticed something off.

Then I heard a memorable heart, desires muted by careful, arcane training. Seiga herself waited for us just inside the tree-line. I rubbed my scalp as if to ease the coming headache. Nonetheless, I walked forward, toward the woods. Byakuren followed close behind as I passed into the cool shade of heavy, aged trees.

Seiga hid nearby, though neither my eyes nor ears told me enough to determine where.

Dexterous hands wove around my earmuffs, wrapping a silk bow atop them. I spun around to find only the edges of Seiga’s dress as she passed by. She dropped a toy in my hands, then vanished into the shadow. Showoff.

I turned back to Byakuren’s wide, blinking eyes. I looked down, holding the toy up to face me. It was a doll. Lean, wearing a complex and lacy, black dress. Expressionless, save the flat mouth, with a well-crafted scar running across one blind eye.

Fingering the body, I suspected a peculiar porcelain construction, though it also held the slightest hint of softness, implying some other material.

Byakuren snickered. “It looks good on you.”

I gave her a flat stare. Then stepped forward and tossed the doll into her hands. “Here, my wedding gift.”

A wry grin settled on her face. “I thought it was the husband who gave gifts.”

“Then feel free to give me something tomorrow. Perhaps something white and three times as valuable?”

She huffed. “This isn’t chocolate.”

I sighed, stepping back into the light. “What do you think of the doll?”

She played with it, angling it around. “Is it evidence for something?”

“Only evidence of a disturbed mind.” For a moment, I half wondered what would’ve happened had I gotten stuck with Seiga instead. I shivered.

She held the doll out, flower tucked into the straps on the front of her robe. “So, what did we come out for?”

[ ] To check back in on Kokoro.

[ ] To set ground rules.

[ ] To talk fashion.

[ ] To spar.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/12/27(Thu)19:00

>> No. 41617
I apologize for the update taking so long, but uh, merry Christmas, I suppose.

Also, the voting timer is longer for this one only on account of holiday stuff.
>> No. 41618
Merry Christmas!

[X] To spar.

They aren't letting go... I believe a not-so-friendly bout might be the way to go.
>> No. 41619
[X] To spar.
-[X] Loser has to sleep at the opposite abode.
>> No. 41620
[X] To spar.
-[X] Loser has to sleep at the opposite abode.
>> No. 41621
[X] To spar.
-[X] Loser has to sleep at the opposite abode.
>> No. 41630
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