W H I T E // Naruto X Rwby

Meanwhile, Watts sprinted deeper into the academy, pulling out his console. He frantically opened a communication line to Torchwick.

Down in the elevator, Torchwick stood near the wall, twirling his cane idly as Neo stood beside him, her gaze disinterested.

Raven and Vernal stood silently, their expressions unreadable as the elevator descended toward the vault.

Torchwick's scroll buzzed. He glanced at it with mild annoyance before answering. "What's up, doc?"

Watts' voice came through, strained but composed. "Once you retrieve the relic, tell Raven to deliver it to my ship. I'll have the engines prepped for takeoff."

Torchwick sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, fine. But I'm telling you now, this stunt is going to cost you double."

"Whatever. Just get it done!" Watts snapped before abruptly ending the call.

Torchwick closed his scroll and turned to the others. "Well, you heard the man. We're supposed to fetch the relic and play delivery boys. Lucky us."

Vernal's gaze flicked toward Torchwick. "You're awfully chatty for someone not doing much."

Torchwick smirked, leaning on his cane. "What can I say? I like to keep things entertaining. Speaking of which..." He turned to Raven. "So, you're the fearless leader here. What's the plan if this all goes sideways?"

Raven's crimson eyes remained steady on the elevator doors. "It won't."

Torchwick raised an eyebrow. "Confident, aren't we? But let's be real—how much are you betting on little Miss Spring Maiden over there?" He gestured to Vernal.

Vernal crossed her arms, unfazed by the jab. "Enough to know I can handle anything waiting down there. Unlike you, I don't need a cane to prove my worth."

Torchwick chuckled, feigning offense. "Ouch. You wound me, Princess. I was just making conversation."

Neo nudged Torchwick lightly, giving him a pointed look.

"Alright, alright, I'll behave," he muttered, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

As the elevator slowed to a stop, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. Torchwick adjusted his hat, breaking the silence. "Enough chatter. Stay focused."

The platform came to a halt, revealing the Vault.

"Mmm, fancy," Torchwick remarked, twirling his cane as he stepped out. "Still hate caves, though."

He and Neo were the first to exit, their movements cautious yet confident. The vault chamber, carved into the earth, exuded an eerie majesty with its faintly glowing walls and looming door.

Raven and Vernal lingered behind, their expressions unreadable.

Torchwick glanced back at them. "What's the holdup? Second thoughts?"

Before he could finish, a blur of motion slammed into Neo, tackling her to the ground. Ozpin—inhabiting Oscar's body—had struck. His arm wrapped tightly around Neo's neck in a chokehold.

Torchwick's eyes widened. "Neo!" He swung his cane to aim at Ozpin, but the sharp clang of metal interrupted him as Qrow landed beside him, slicing his weapon cleanly in two.

"What the—?!" Torchwick groaned, tossing the ruined cane aside as Qrow pressed the attack.

Torchwick ducked under a blade swipe and sent a kick toward Qrow, who blocked it with ease.

"Tch—damn it!" Torchwick cursed, leaping back. He turned desperately to Raven. "Raven! A little help here?"

Raven's response came not in words but in action. Her blade flashed, slicing into Torchwick's back. His aura flickered and weakened.

"Raven!" Torchwick cried, stumbling forward in pain, only for Qrow to follow up with a slash of his own. Torchwick's aura shattered entirely.

The man staggered, his strength failing, as the Branwen siblings advanced. Their blades moved in unison, piercing Torchwick from both sides.

Neo's eyes widened in horror. Still trapped in Ozpin's grip, she stretched a trembling hand toward Torchwick, her mute mouth opening in a silent scream.

Torchwick coughed, blood staining his lips. His knees buckled, and his gaze flickered between Qrow and Raven. "B-bastards…" he rasped, his voice barely audible.

Raven twisted her blade, her cold expression unwavering. Torchwick's body fell limp, his hat tumbling to the ground.

Neo's tears streamed down her face as she watched helplessly.

Qrow spat on Torchwick's lifeless body, his voice filled with contempt. "That's for Beacon. For Ozpin. For everyone you hurt."

Raven swung her blade to flick the blood off its edge, the crimson droplets splattering onto the cavern floor.

"Qrow!"

Ozpin's voice called out from Oscar's body, he could feel his strength gradually fading, the untrained body of Oscar pushed to it's limits of endurance.

Distracted, Qrow turned toward Ozpin, only for Neo to slam her head backward into Ozpin's nose.

"Argh!" Ozpin recoiled, his grip loosening as Neo grabbed her fallen parasol and scrambled to her feet.

"Oh no, you don't!" Qrow lunged at her, his scythe cutting through her figure—only for it to shatter into glass-like shards.

"What the—?!" Qrow stared, stunned, as the shards faded.

"There!" Raven pointed to the elevator chamber, where Neo was scaling the walls, making her escape.

Qrow cursed, but Raven and Vernal merely exchanged a glance, letting Neo flee.

With a sigh, Qrow turned back to the Vault door. "Alright, let's get this over with."

Qrow extended his hand to Ozpin, on which Ozpin took it with gratitude.

Ozpin clutched the bridge of Oscar's nose, his voice steady but strained as Qrow pulled him up. "I'm fine. Let's proceed."

Raven stayed silent, stepping forward to the massive Vault door. The mechanism hummed faintly, waiting for her touch.

"So… what now?" Raven asked, her eyes narrowing at the intricately designed door.

Ozpin placed his hands behind his back, his cane tapping lightly on the floor. "Simply place your hand on the door. It will open upon sensing your magic."

Raven hesitated for a moment before reaching out. Her hand pressed against the cold surface, and the mechanisms roared to life, gears turning with a deep, resonant hum.

As the door began to shift, Ozpin relinquished control, and Oscar slumped forward, gasping.

"Aw…" Oscar groaned, holding his nose.

'Your body needs more training, Oscar,' Ozpin chided internally.

that seemed to stretch infinitely. At its center, bathed in an ethereal blue glow, rested the Relic of Knowledge.

Raven, Vernal, Qrow, and Oscar stepped cautiously into the Vault, their footsteps echoing softly.

The surreal beauty of the chamber left them momentarily awestruck, its atmosphere heavy with an ancient desert.

Raven's sharp gaze locked onto the Lamp-like-Relic. Stepping forward, she reached out and gently lifted it from its pedestal.

Its weight was both physical and symbolic, the artifact radiating a subtle warmth in her hands.

Behind her, Qrow's voice broke the silence. "You know what to do."

Raven turned to him, her expression unreadable, her crimson eyes filled with defiance. "Hmph, Of course." Her voice was cold but carried an undertone of something softer—something almost familial.

She paused, her grip tightening on the Relic. "But until then… take care."

Without another word, Raven unsheathed her sword. With a single, fluid motion, she slashed the air, creating a shimmering portal that revealed the Branwen tribe's encampment on the other side.

Raven glanced back at Qrow and Oscar one last time, her expression unreadable, and then stepped through with Vernal at her side. The portal closed behind them with a faint shimmer, leaving Qrow and Oscar alone in the Vault.

Qrow exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging slightly. Turning to Oscar, he placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Let's go. Our job here is done. The others still need us."

Oscar met his gaze, the determination in his green eyes burning brighter now. "Right. Let's help Rinko and everyone else."

As the two turned to head back toward the elevator, Qrow came to an abrupt halt, his gaze falling on Torchwick's lifeless body sprawled on the cold cave floor.

Oscar stopped behind him, his expression uneasy, the first time seeing a corpse—Real Corpse in front of him.

Oscar gulped, "Qrow?"

Qrow didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbing Torchwick's corpse by the collar. "Let me handle something first," he muttered, his voice low and cold.

With a grunt, Qrow dragged the body to the edge of the Vault's cliffside. Without ceremony, he heaved Torchwick's corpse over the edge, watching as it plummeted into the abyss below.

"Burn in hell," he said grimly, his tone void of remorse as the dimming figure of Torchwick's body disappeared into the darkness.

Qrow stood there for a moment, his jaw tight, before pulling out his flask. He took a long, steady swig, the burn of the alcohol grounding him.

Placing the flask back into his jacket, he turned to Oscar, his expression softer but still weary. "Alright," he said, nodding slightly, "let's go."

Oscar silently followed as Qrow began walking, his steps heavy but purposeful.

Above, Haven Academy Lobby

The clash of steel and the crackle of Dust resonated through the shattered halls of Haven Academy.

King deftly sidestepped a burst of fire Dust hurled by Leo, the heat brushing past his cheek.

With a fluid motion, he swung the blunt side of his spear, striking Leo's weapon and sending it clattering across the floor. 

"Agh—!" Leo cried out as he stumbled backward, barely managing to keep his balance. 

King pressed forward, his spear aimed for a decisive strike. Inches from Leo's face, he stopped himself, the tip trembling in hesitation. 

"Leo…" King muttered, his voice filled with both disbelief and pain.

This wasn't the friend he had fought beside, the man who had once inspired students with words of hope and courage.

This wasn't the headmaster who had vowed to stand as a beacon against fear. 

Leo's eyes betrayed him—wide and desperate, they reflected pure terror. The very fear he had once warned his students to resist had now consumed him. 

King pulled his spear back, his grip tightening as he took a step away. Leo scrambled to his feet, retreating several paces, his shoulders hunched and his breathing ragged. 

The sight twisted King's heart. "Leo… what happened to you?"

Before he could say more, the air suddenly shifted—a sharp, violent tension that jolted King's instincts.

Without hesitation, he dove to the side, narrowly evading a fire Dust projectile that scorched the space he'd just occupied.

King's gaze snapped to the source of the chaos. Through the dissipating dust, Rinko emerged, locked in a fierce battle against Hazel.

Hazel swung with brute force, his fists crashing down like hammers, but Rinko moved with precision, weaving through the onslaught with fluidity and grace.

As Hazel's massive fist barreled toward him, Rinko sidestepped, his movements swift and calculated.

In a flash, he countered, driving a sharp uppercut into Hazel's jaw. The impact forced Hazel to stagger slightly, but the man's durability was unyielding.

Recovering almost instantly, Hazel roared, sending another wild punch toward Rinko. Anticipating the attack, Rinko ducked low, the punch sailing harmlessly above his head. He seized the opening, springing upward and delivering a powerful kick to Hazel's temple.

Hazel stumbled but refused to fall.

His fist came crashing down once more, but Rinko twisted mid-air, rolling over the strike. Hazel's arm grazed his back, the near-miss sending a gust of air that ruffled Rinko's hair.

With seamless momentum, Rinko spun and landed a roll kick against Hazel's neck, the blow reverberating through the giant's frame.

Hazel gritted his teeth, his patience thinning.

He slammed his fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that forced Rinko to leap back. The ground beneath them cracked and trembled, dust and debris flying into the air.

"You're quick," Hazel growled, his voice low and menacing. "But I've fought your kind before. Speed won't save you forever."

Rinko smirked, his demeanor calm despite the intensity of the battle.

"Good thing I'm not just relying on speed." Rinko formed a small grin as he flipped a pin like a coin before catching it effortlessly. 

Hazel's eyes widened in realization as he turned to his waist—too late. Another Fire Dust frag grenade was already lodged there, its red glow pulsating ominously. 

"You—!" Hazel roared in fury just as the grenade detonated. 

Boom!

The explosion engulfed Hazel in a fiery blast, the shockwave rippling outward and scattering debris.

Rinko shielded his face from the searing heat, maintaining his balance as the dust began to settle. 

King, watching from a safe distance, smirked in approval of Rinko's tactics. He shifted his attention toward the retreating Leo—running deeper in the Academy.

"Oh.. He's trying to escape." King muttered before disappearing in a matter of seconds, going after Leo.

Yamon and Lendy pushed with all their might, but Emerald and Mercury's coordinated attacks kept them on edge. 

Emerald smirked as her eyes gleamed with malice.

She cast a swift illusion toward Lendy, causing the huntress to stagger back in disorientation. Taking advantage, Emerald lunged forward, landing a sharp slash across Lendy's abdomen and sending her sprawling to the ground. 

Towering over her fallen opponent, Emerald aimed her pistols at Lendy's chest, the barrels glowing with energy. "Any last words?" she sneered. 

Lendy, despite her injuries, let out a low chuckle, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across her face. "Eat this." 

Before Emerald could react, black smoke poured from Lendy's fingertips, enveloping the area in an impenetrable haze. Emerald's smirk faltered, replaced by unease as her vision was completely obscured. 

"What's—?!" Emerald's words were cut off as she was struck by a flurry of rapid slashes, each one precise and relentless. 

Lendy moved like a phantom within the smoke, her daggers flashing as they tore through Emerald's aura.

Lendy's Semblance, Prey, gave her the edge, creating a shroud of darkness that rendered her invisible while amplifying her movements. 

Emerald cried out in pain as each strike chipped away at her defenses. "ARGHH!" 

Hearing her cries, Mercury's focus wavered, his eyes darting toward the source of her voice within the dark cloud. "Emerald!" he shouted, his concern evident. 

Yamon seized the moment, swinging his weapon in a wide arc. Mercury narrowly dodged the strike, stepping on Yamon's foot with his metal leg to counter. 

"Augh!" Yamon yelled, stumbling back. 

Mercury didn't waste a second. He unleashed a flurry of precise kicks, each blow landing with brutal efficiency.

Yamon was sent sprawling a few feet away, struggling to regain his footing. 

Mercury followed through with a leap, delivering a powerful stomp to Yamon's chest. The impact shattered Yamon's aura, leaving him gasping for air and unconscious. 

"Dickhead," Mercury muttered under his breath as he turned his attention back to Emerald. 

"Emerald!" he called out again, his voice laced with urgency. Spotting the dense smoke, Mercury planted his foot firmly and unleashed a spinning kick, the force of it creating a gust strong enough to dissipate the dark cloud. 

As the smoke cleared, Mercury's eyes widened in alarm. Emerald, battered and kneeling, had her guns raised defensively, but Lendy was behind her, daggers poised to strike. 

"BEHIND YOU!" Mercury shouted.

Emerald spun at the warning, her pistols firing in a rapid burst. The bullets struck Lendy, forcing her to stumble back as her aura flickered dangerously.

In a blur of motion, Mercury leaped into the air and descended with a powerful kick aimed at Lendy. She raised her daggers just in time to block, but the impact sent her skidding back several feet, her footing unsteady.

"You're cute," Lendy smirked, her voice light despite the situation. She winked at Mercury. "Want to go out after this?"

Mercury hesitated, his stance faltering for just a moment.

"Don't get distracted!" Emerald snapped, charging forward. Firing her guns at her.

Lendy growled, she jumped back to avoid the incoming barrage of bullets.

"Mercury, finish this!" Emerald roared.

Mercury didn't hesitate this time. He dashed forward, spinning into a powerful roundhouse kick. The blow struck Lendy squarely in the ribs, lifting her off the ground and slamming her into a nearby wall with a sickening thud.

Lendy slumped to the ground, her remaining dagger slipping from her hand as her aura shattered completely.

She groaned weakly, attempting to push herself up, but Emerald and Mercury stepped forward in unison. With cold precision, they stomped down on her ribs.

BAM!

Lendy's body collapsed entirely, her limbs going limp as unconsciousness claimed her.

Mercury stepped back, observing her face with a detached expression. "Well, that takes care of her."

Emerald exhaled, finally holstering her weapons. "Took you long enough."

Mercury shrugged, his smirk returning. "She was persistent. Gotta admire that..."

Emerald gave him a sharp look. "Don't tell me you're actually considering her ridiculous offer to go out together?"

Mercury chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Only for a moment. She's got a certain... charm."

Emerald rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable. Pervert."

Their banter was cut short by a guttural roar.

"RAAAAGH!"

Both turned sharply toward the source of the noise. Hazel, a storm of rage and Dust-fueled power, was still locked in combat with Rinko.

The Schnee weaved and dodged every attack, his movements a blur as Hazel's blows smashed into the ground with deafening force.

Hazel launched a fireball with blistering speed, but Rinko leapt clear, landing gracefully on a glyph he conjured mid-air.

Hazel snarled, his frustration boiling over as he leapt into the air, both fists raised high to crush Rinko mid-flight.

Rinko, predicting the move, darted sideways, using a series of glyphs as stepping stones in the air.

In a flash, he closed the distance to Hazel, delivering a precise punch to his jaw.

Hazel grunted, the impact staggering him mid-air. He plummeted to the ground, landing with a heavy thud.

Rinko landed lightly a few feet away, his speed clearly outmatching Hazel's overwhelming strength.

"Grrr…!" Hazel growled, his muscles crackling with energy as he surged back to his feet.

As Rinko dashed forward, twin kunai gleaming in his hands, Hazel unleashed a sudden electric wave.

The energy struck Rinko, momentarily stunning his body—letting go of the Kunais. Though it didn't hurt him—his body long accustomed to the effects of White Lightning—it was enough to disrupt his momentum.

He hit the ground hard but instinctively rolled away, narrowly avoiding a devastating stomp aimed to crush him.

Hazel raised his foot again, but Rinko reacted quickly, summoning a glyph beneath Hazel's foot. The glyph locked Hazel's leg mid-air, halting his advance.

With a snarl of effort, Hazel shattered the glyph, the fragments dissipating into the air. Rinko flipped back to create distance, landing gracefully as he locked eyes with his opponent.

"Rghhh… You're incredibly nimble, Schnee," Hazel growled, his tone filled with grudging respect.

Rinko sighed faintly, adjusting his stance. "Frustrated, are we? We've been at this for a while, and you still haven't landed a single lethal hit."

Hazel's expression darkened, his massive hand glowing with energy. "No matter. Stay down, or I'll be forced to go all out."

Rinko's gaze hardened as he summoned two glowing glyphs, their edges sharp and reinforced, his White Lightning binding with the hardened glyphs. The glyphs hovered above his hands, crackling with deadly energy.

"Go all out, then," Rinko challenged, his voice steady. "I'll return the favor."

Hazel hesitated for a brief moment before growling, "I'm sorry, child."

The battlefield tensed as both combatants prepared to clash, the air heavy with the promise of an explosive confrontation.

Rinko waved his arm in a swift, slashing motion, hurling chains of White Lightning forward. At the end of each chain were hardened, circular glyphs, their sharp, flat edges glowing like maces.

Hazel roared, summoning an electric ball between his palms.

He hurled it at Rinko with immense force. Rinko reacted instantly, swinging one of his glyph maces to intercept. The mace struck the electric ball, redirecting it upwards.

The glowing projectile rocketed through the ceiling, breaking through to the skies above Haven Academy before exploding in a brilliant burst of light, like fireworks.

Rinko steadied himself, pulling back his White Lightning chains before hurling the glyph maces toward Hazel once more.

This time, Hazel caught the maces in his massive hands. His muscles tensed as he crushed them with sheer brute strength, the hardened glyphs shattering into fragments.

"Seriously...?" Rinko muttered under his breath, momentarily stunned.

Hazel stood firm, a towering force of nature, his presence almost suffocating. Despite the odds, Rinko adjusted his stance, determination blazing in his piercing blue eyes.

Hazel gripped the White Lightning chains tightly, his muscles bulging as the raw Dust energy coursing through him fueled his immense strength.

Rinko's gaze remained locked on Hazel, analyzing every movement.

The cracks forming in Hazel's stoic demeanor confirmed his suspicion: the man's body was under tremendous strain from the Dust he'd embedded in himself.

'He's powerful, but even he has limits,' Rinko thought, his mind racing. 'If I push him past those limits...'

Hazel pulled on the chains with a ferocious roar, dragging Rinko forward. But instead of resisting or turning off the chains, Rinko sent a surge of concentrated energy down the chains.

The raw White Lightning crackled like a living storm, traveling directly into Hazel.

Hazel gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging as the energy seared through him. He yanked the chains again, but Rinko only smirked, landing his feet on the ground as he poured more power into the chains.

Suddenly, Hazel's vision blurred.

He stumbled, his grip loosening as his body trembled under the immense pressure.

Falling to one knee, he clenched his fists, trying to ground himself against the overwhelming energy now raging within him.

'What's happening..? I didn't used that much dust.. Why..—?' His thoughts flickered to Rinko's electric chains, he must've surged him with energy.

'Rgghh... Clever.' Hazel admitted.

Rinko stepped closer, his calm composure a stark contrast to Hazel's visible struggle—involuntary twitching.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Rinko muttered, his voice cool and calculated. "Too much raw power, and even you can't handle it. Self-destruction is inevitable."

Hazel glared at him through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his face. "It doesn't matter. You can't stop us. The relic… it belongs to Salem."

Kneeling to meet Hazel's level, Rinko stared directly into his eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you," he said evenly, "but the relic is no longer here. You've already lost."

Hazel's face twitched, anger and disbelief flooding his expression. "What...?"

Before Rinko could elaborate, movement caught his attention. Emerald and Mercury had emerged from the shadows, flanking Rinko with lethal precision.

But before they could close in, a thick wall of ice erupted between them and Rinko.

Weiss Schnee stepped into view, her rapier gleaming as she joined the fray. Behind her, the rest of Team RWBY and Team JNPR charged into the lobby, weapons ready.

From behind Hazel, the elevator platform ascended. Hazel snapped his gaze toward it, only to see Qrow and Oscar onto the platform.

No Raven. No Torchwick. And most importantly, no Relic.

"What… is going on?" Hazel muttered, his voice low, disbelieving.

Rinko straightened, his calm demeanor unshaken. "It's over, Hazel. The relic is already outside Haven Academy. You failed."

Emerald and Mercury froze, their confidence faltering as they found themselves outnumbered.

"HAZEL! WE'RE OUTNUMBERED!" Mercury yelled, his voice tinged with panic.

Hazel remained silent for a moment, his head bowed. But then his shoulders began to shake as anger overtook him.

With a deafening roar, Hazel slammed his fists into the ground.

A shockwave of pure energy erupted from him, stunning everyone in the room and flooding the space with blinding light.

Rinko leapt back, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the blast. "Brace yourselves!" he shouted, shielding his face as the light grew brighter.

"My eyes!" Nora yelled, stumbling as the surge temporarily blinded her. The others staggered, momentarily incapacitated by the raw force of Hazel's outburst.

As the light began to fade, Rinko recovered quickly, his Semblance granting him immunity to the electric-like effects of the shockwave.

Nora, similarly resistant, steadied herself beside her Team. But when the room finally dimmed, Hazel, Mercury, and Emerald were gone.

The lobby was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of dissipating energy.

Weiss lowered her rapier, her eyes scanning the room, alert for any signs of movement. "Where did they go?" she asked, her voice laced with tension.

"They retreated," Pyrrha answered, her sharp gaze sweeping the area. "That blast was just a cover for their escape."

Yang's fists clenched at her sides. "Cowards," she muttered, her frustration palpable.

Nora, bouncing on the balls of her feet, groaned. "What a bummer! I was ready to throw hands!"

Ruby stepped forward, her Silver Eyes still faintly glowing, searching the room with uncertainty. "Did... did we do it?" she asked, glancing toward the elevator where Qrow and Oscar stood, the latter now stepping off the platform.

Rinko turned to face them, his usual calm demeanor returning, though his gaze betrayed a hint of relief. "We did. The relic is safe."

Oscar nodded, his expression serious. "Raven took the relic far from here. Hazel and his team won't be able to track it."

Rinko exhaled, the weight of their success finally sinking in.

"Then we did it," he said, his voice firm but quiet. He turned to the group, ready to commend them. "You've all done your—" His words faltered as his eyes fell on Blake, standing amidst the group.

"Blake...?" Rinko's voice trailed off, a mix of surprise and confusion in his tone.

"Rinko..." Blake whispered, her voice raw as she took a hesitant step toward him.

"Blake, you're—" Rinko started, but was immediately silenced as Blake rushed into his arms, her embrace tight and desperate.

"I'm back... I'm so sorry... so, so sorry for leaving you all," Blake murmured, her voice thick with emotion as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Team RWBY and JNPR watched, their expressions softening in understanding as they saw the depth of Blake's apology and the weight of the reunion.

"Blake..." Rinko muttered. For a brief moment, hesitation crossed his mind—doubts, maybe—but then, with a deep breath, he hugged her back.

"It's okay, Blake," Ruby said, her voice filled with warmth and relief.

"We're so glad you're back," Yang added, her tone full of sincerity.

Weiss, still quiet, gave a small but resolute nod.

Blake's tears fell freely, but now they carried the quiet peace of reconciliation—the kind only time and understanding could bring.

[End]