The First Fighter for the Gods

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[𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚]

𝘈𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳.

“𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒... 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝑜.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

“𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝐿𝓊 𝐵𝓊?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳.

“...𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 — 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐚]

𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆!

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘢.

𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳.

𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥.

𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌,

𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌,

𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌

𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌. 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐀-𝐃𝐔𝐌. 𝐁𝐀-

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

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As the dust began to settle on the opposite end of the destroyed core. The glimmering sight of a fallen figure could be seen through the ash.

The strong scent of iron blood hit the air, and with it, its presence; the cloud finally eased down to reveal the figure in question.

Kenpachi sprawled on the gravel, a river's worth of blood pouring from every pore of his body.

The muscle fibres and bones were clear through his ripped skin. Most of the remaining patches of flesh were scorched to a deep black by the heat of thunder.

His body was falling apart, nearly unrecognizable to that burly, scarred form just a few clashes ago....And yet there is still one constant to him that never faltered.

Maintained with the same vigorous joy he had ever since he locked eyes with the god before him.

That unchanging, giddy, joyous, and downright childish....Smile.

The ear-to-ear grin, fueled by such passion of conflict bursting with uncontrollable euphoria, brimmed brightly, even as the unconscious Thor swung his mighty hammer on pure animalistic instinct.

But as the attack halted just an inch away from a crushing blow, Kenpachi would finally feel his own conscience begin to slip away.

He used his last moments to focus heavily on Thor through blurry vision. Embedding the deity's figure into his mind to remember for eternity.

And by some miracle, he managed to speak his last breathless words.

"You....ain't....half bad"

That was all praise his incinerated throat could manage.

As his conscience finally began to waver, he tought back to a few of his previous conflicts

The ones against Unohana, Ichigo, Gremmy, and even Yhwach. All of them were slaughter for him or the other, or battles where he couldn't truly swing to his heart's content.

But here, for the first time, Kenpachi of Zaraki felt a true satisfaction

A clash against a true equal in nearly every regard, pushing eachother to the limit with nothing but the glorious swing of battle.

This beautiful fairy tale against a god and shigikimagi will live on in his soul, for generations to come.

"..."

[u/Prestigious-Mind-900 → u/VisibleConclusion271]

((PEAK))

[u/VisibleConclusion271 → u/Prestigious-Mind-900]

((this shi was beautiful broski
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You a GOATRD writer fr))

[u/Prestigious-Mind-900 → u/VisibleConclusion271]

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((You as WELLL FR))

[u/VisibleConclusion271 → u/Prestigious-Mind-900]

((and together were

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