Chapter 102. Hope for Guizhong and Raiden Makoto's Revival
(As usual, Genshin Impact fan-fiction truly focus on resurrection of the deceased women.)
Futsu Mitama and Tartaglia spoke at length. Though the exchange carried a certain subtle tension throughout, the overall outcome left both parties thoroughly satisfied.
Futsu Mitama obtained the information he sought. The Fatui's infiltration of Mondstadt had not been a recent development.
Mondstadt prided itself on freedom, welcoming people from all six other nations without discrimination. Such a land was precisely the kind the Fatui favored. As a result, their presence there had long since taken root.
Aside from a handful of highly confidential matters beyond their reach, the Fatui had already acquired most other intelligence.
From Tartaglia, Futsu Mitama gained a considerable amount of insight—yet even so, he attempted to press further, probing into matters of even greater secrecy.
Tartaglia, however, indicated that this was enough. The information already provided was valuable by any measure. Moreover, by doing so, he was effectively placing the Lady in Mondstadt in a precarious position—after all, Futsu Mitama was clearly heading there next.
Given the extent of his inquiries regarding Mondstadt, it was impossible to believe he intended to go merely for leisure.
"Alright. Thank you for the information," Futsu Mitama said calmly. "It's getting late. I should be leaving."
Having obtained what he wanted, Futsu Mitama prepared to depart. He was quite satisfied with the night's harvest. Some of the intelligence he had acquired was likely unknown even to Albedo, who resided in Mondstadt.
The reason was simple. Albedo spent most of his time in Dragonspine and rarely lingered within Mondstadt City itself, leaving him unaware of many developments.
Klee, on the other hand, might know more than Albedo. She ran about Mondstadt City daily and frequently interacted with Acting Grand Master Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, Barbara, and the Knights of Favonius.
Though she herself remained unaware of it, she undoubtedly absorbed a great deal of internal information—one of the subtle advantages of being a child.
"So soon?" Tartaglia looked at Futsu Mitama and Shenhe and let out a light chuckle. "It's still early, isn't it? How about I treat you both to a late-night snack?"
Both Futsu Mitama and Shenhe shook their heads. Futsu Mitama was already full from pastries and tea, while Shenhe simply had no intention of eating—she neither wished to gain weight nor felt hunger.
"Alright."
Seeing no interest from either of them, Tartaglia did not press further. He rose to his feet, clearly intending to see them off. Thus, he escorted Futsu Mitama and Shenhe out of the Northland Bank.
Just as they were about to part, Tartaglia seemed unable to restrain himself. He looked at Futsu Mitama and asked, "You left Inazuma, came to Liyue, and are even heading to Mondstadt. What exactly are you trying to do?"
His gaze was filled with unmistakable curiosity.
Indeed, Tartaglia was genuinely puzzled. A retainer of the Raiden Shogun leaving Inazuma, traveling through Liyue, and now heading for Mondstadt—his actions were difficult to interpret.
Coming to Liyue for his little maid was understandable.
Forging a defensive artifact for her and venturing to the Guili Assembly to collect materials was also reasonable.
But did Futsu Mitama have no personal objectives of his own?
Tartaglia was curious—so he asked directly.
"Traveling," Futsu Mitama replied naturally. "And forging a weapon for myself. That's all."
There was no need to conceal it. This was not something worth hiding.
As for whether the Fatui might attempt to interfere with his forging after learning of it—Futsu Mitama could only draw a cross over his chest and offer a silent moment of mourning for any who dared.
After all, the Raiden Shogun had personally stated that when he forged his lifebond armament, she would be present to oversee it herself.
With the Electro Archon standing guard, unless another Archon intervened directly, any Fatui Harbinger attempting interference would likely fall within a few exchanges.
Scaramouche's prior encounter alone demonstrated that even a Sixth-Rank Harbinger could not act recklessly in Inazuma.
That said, the fact that Scaramouche had been able to draw even a measure of seriousness from the Raiden Shogun was, in itself, deeply unsettling.
Still, surely no one would be foolish enough to endure a blow from the Raiden Shogun merely to disrupt a forging process.
Surely no one would be that foolish, right?
"Traveling? Forging a weapon?" Tartaglia glanced at the Memory of Dust floating beside Futsu Mitama, confusion evident in his eyes. Hadn't Futsu Mitama already obtained a weapon?
And traveling—A dignified retainer of the Raiden Shogun, wandering between nations?
"Hahaha." Though disbelief was written across his face, Tartaglia still laughed lightly. "Then I wish you a smooth journey—and success in forging the artifact you desire."
With that, he waved, signaling that he would escort them no further.
Futsu Mitama nodded slightly and departed with Shenhe. His mood was visibly light; as he walked away, he even began to hum softly.
Once Futsu Mitama had left, the smile on Tartaglia's face slowly faded.
He turned to a male Fatui beside him and said calmly, "The plan has changed. Il Dottore is dead. Gather everyone. The Rite of Descension will no longer be observed."
The Fatui agent's expression shifted instantly.
What? Lord Dottore is dead?!
How was that possible?
Even as a slice, he was still the Second of the Fatui Harbingers. His strength should have been formidable—how could he have fallen?
"No need to doubt it," Tartaglia said, shaking his head slightly. "If Futsu Mitama told me, then Il Dottore is indeed dead. He violated Liyue's divine taboo. His end was inevitable."
"But more importantly—assemble everyone outside."
The Fatui nodded hurriedly and departed.
Soon after, a Debt Collector approached, hesitation clear on his face. "Lord Tartaglia…was it truly appropriate to share that much information with Futsu Mitama?"
He was responsible for intelligence gathering and had keen hearing. While on duty, he had overheard Tartaglia disclosing extensive information about Mondstadt.
It unsettled him.
As a subordinate, he should not question a Harbinger—but this had gone too far.
"Inappropriate?" Tartaglia smiled faintly, gazing in the direction Futsu Mitama had left. "He gave me a great gift. Naturally, I must return something of equal value. I will discuss this with the Lady—and report everything to the Tsaritsa."
"Because Futsu Mitama is very likely to become one of us."
The Debt Collector's expression changed, alarm flashing across his face.
Why?
Futsu Mitama had the blood of Fatui soldiers on his hands. Even a Harbinger had fallen to him.
Why would Lord Tartaglia say such a thing?
For a fleeting moment, doubt crossed his mind. But he quickly dismissed it. Tartaglia was a Harbinger by merit and prestige—betrayal was unthinkable.
"You always see enemies as nothing more than enemies," Tartaglia said calmly, folding his arms. "But you never ask why they became our enemies. According to the original intelligence, Futsu Mitama was once merely an ordinary winemaker. Later, Il Dottore drank his wine, discovered something, and sent people to capture him."
"In his eyes, we were the ones who bared our fangs first. As for Scaramouche and the Lady—you know their temperaments. Once obstructed, they choose force. They simply never expected that Futsu Mitama would obtain Yae Miko's authority, nor that the Raiden Shogun herself would recognize him as her retainer."
Tartaglia sighed helplessly.
At the time, Futsu Mitama had not yet been a retainer. He had been little more than a fallen Inazuman noble with exceptional talent—strong, but not yet overwhelming.
Preferring solitude, he had lived quietly.
Only after a series of events—events set in motion by Scaramouche—did he step into the light.
From then on, the Fatui truly noticed him.
Listening, the Debt Collector fell silent.
Perhaps…it was true.
Had they not provoked him, none of this might have occurred.
In their eyes, he was a demon.
But in his, the Fatui were the ones who destroyed his peace and sought his life.
"That's why I wanted to win him over," Tartaglia said, turning back toward the Northland Bank. "I see his potential. I don't know what Il Dottore saw—but it must have been something."
"Scaramouche, the Lady, Il Dottore—and myself. That makes four Harbingers who have invited him."
The surrounding Fatui were stunned. Four Harbingers?
This was news to them.
"But what a pity," Tartaglia sighed. "Their methods were too crude. If it were me—had the Fatui not already left such a terrible impression on him…"
"He might already be my friend. And perhaps—he would have truly joined us."
The Fatui fell into thought.
If Futsu Mitama were to join the Fatui—Would that not mean another Harbinger-level force?
The idea stirred something within them. And somewhere along the way, the image of Futsu Mitama—the demon in their minds—began to change, ever so slightly.
"Alright. This isn't the time to discuss that."
Tartaglia clearly had no intention of continuing the topic of Futsu Mitama. He glanced calmly at the others and spoke evenly, "Now that Il Dottore is dead, his plan has failed. That means it's time for us to present our pledge to Liyue this year."
"Once everyone has assembled, I'll begin formulating the next plan."
There was a reason Tartaglia had been willing to provide Futsu Mitama with so much information—even to the extent of undermining the Lady.
Il Dottore had been executing his scheme within Liyue, yet Tartaglia had been unable to interfere. Orders from Snezhnaya had also been clear: there was no need for intervention.
This left Tartaglia in an extremely awkward position. If he aided Liyue, Il Dottore's plan would likely collapse, and Tartaglia himself could inexplicably become a criminal. If he did nothing and allowed Il Dottore to cause chaos, then the Fatui stationed in Liyue Harbor would inevitably bear the blame.
The situation had left him deeply frustrated.
Thus, when Futsu Mitama delivered the news that Il Dottore had fallen at Morax's hands, Tartaglia was genuinely delighted. That was why he had been willing to disclose so much information.
Now, it was finally his turn to act.
He intended to warn the Lady—hoping she would restrain herself and not let arrogance blind her judgment.
—
On the other side, Futsu Mitama and the others swiftly returned to their residence.
Aila, Albedo, and Kuki Shinobu were all awake, quietly waiting for Futsu Mitama and Shenhe to return.
"Phew. Tonight was truly fruitful. The mission was a complete success."
Upon entering, Futsu Mitama smiled broadly at Aila, signaling that he was safe and unharmed. Aila, however, did not smile back. Instead, her expression darkened, sulking, and clearly conveying her dissatisfaction.
Seeing her reaction, Futsu Mitama found it rather amusing. He walked over and reached out, using both hands to gently rub her cheeks. Under his touch, Aila's expression shifted—from helplessness, to embarrassment, and finally, she could no longer maintain her earlier composure.
Shenhe watched quietly from the side. A faint trace of envy flickered in her eyes, but exhaustion soon took precedence. After bidding Futsu Mitama goodnight, she turned and walked upstairs.
It was clear she intended to rest. She had indeed expended herself tonight, and with the Rite of Descension approaching the next day, she needed to recover as quickly as possible.
"You were in considerable danger this time."
After Shenhe left, Kuki Shinobu looked at Futsu Mitama—who was still teasing Aila—and spoke with a hint of helplessness. "Perhaps you really should have brought us along."
"Indeed." Albedo nodded in agreement, his tone equally resigned. "Though my strength is limited, and I am merely an ordinary alchemist—"
"I could still have assisted you."
During the battle between Il Dottore, Futsu Mitama, and Shenhe, Albedo had already discerned the opponent's methods through the group's live broadcast.
When Il Dottore had caused trouble in Mondstadt, he had left behind several corpses—each bearing clear signs of modification.
Albedo referred to them as modified humans.
They possessed great strength, yet lacked intelligence, functioning only by command.
Albedo had many means to deal with such entities. Had he accompanied them tonight, the modified human who attempted to intercept them would have been forcibly neutralized.
In that case, Il Dottore would have lost his living shields and been forced to fight directly again. At that point, Morax's intervention might not even have been necessary—Shenhe and Yelan alone could have subdued him.
After all, by the end, Il Dottore had been completely overwhelmed, even opening a teleportation portal in full view of everyone in an attempt to flee. That alone spoke volumes about how thoroughly Futsu Mitama had defeated him.
"Definitely. Definitely next time."
Futsu Mitama laughed, finally releasing the blushing Aila and turning his attention to Albedo.
He had, in fact, considered bringing Albedo along.
As the Kreideprinz, he was held in high regard by Venti and many others—Mondstadt's unseen pillar.
Or perhaps—its hidden powerhouse. He appeared fragile and unassuming, seemingly incapable of combat. Yet if he truly fought, the outcome would likely be fatal for his opponent.
Setting aside all else, Albedo's alchemical expertise stood at the pinnacle of Teyvat.
Nothing could truly stump him.
From the research into condensed resin alone, one could already see the disparity in proficiency between Yae Miko, Albedo, and Zhongli.
Still, if possible, Futsu Mitama preferred that Il Dottore never meet Albedo.
The power concealed within Albedo was something even gods would take notice of. And if Il Dottore dared to set his sights on Guizhong, who could say he wouldn't also target Albedo?
Futsu Mitama would not gamble on that possibility—just as he would never gamble on whether Il Dottore might leave hidden contingencies on Aila.
Albedo heard Futsu Mitama's perfunctory response and said nothing more. He simply assumed that Futsu Mitama believed him to be weak—much like Kuki Shinobu—and thus unsuited for such matters.
He could not argue. After all, he knew the truth of his own nature better than anyone.
"But…is this the God of Dust's repository of consciousness?"
Albedo's attention shifted to the Memory of Dust. He studied it with evident curiosity. "Even after thousands of years, it remains intact. Truly exquisite. And it helped you unleash that terrifying blow."
When Futsu Mitama had used the Memory of Dust to invoke the Planet Befall, Albedo had immediately realized what Raiden Makoto feared most.
Sure enough, within the group chat, Zhongli hesitated—for the first time.
Facing Futsu Mitama, who had mastered both the Jade Shield and the Planet Befall in less than seven days after receiving the inheritance—
Even Rex Lapis, a survivor of the Archon War, would find such potential deeply tempting.
Albedo could not discern whether the Geo Archon's response to Raiden Makoto had been perfunctory or sincere. He did not presume to understand the minds of gods. He only knew that Futsu Mitama had become a focal point of interest for both the Geo Archon and the First Electro Archon.
"It amplifies Geo elemental power," Futsu Mitama said softly, gazing at the Memory of Dust beside him. "And the amplification is extremely significant. To be honest, I couldn't originally control the Planet Befall. I only succeeded by borrowing its power."
He had attempted the technique many times before, yet each effort had fallen short—at best, producing a condensed rock that dropped harmlessly to the ground. Even the Planet Befall that struck Il Dottore tonight had required tremendous effort.
Kuki Shinobu shook her head calmly. "No. Guizhong said that the Memory of Dust only amplifies Geo elemental power. The understanding of the technique itself belongs to you."
"In other words, you've already grasped the move. It's just that your affinity for Geo is still—lacking. The Memory of Dust compensated for that and magnified the output."
Albedo nodded in agreement.
If the Memory of Dust alone were enough to allow someone to unleash Planet Befall, then during the Archon War, Guizhong would have mass-produced it and allowed countless people to invoke Rex Lapis's inheritance.
That clearly had not been the case.
Futsu Mitama's success was his own.
Hearing this, Futsu Mitama felt a trace of embarrassment. His comprehension speed was undeniably abnormal. Yet it hadn't always been so.
It was only because the group continued to grow, providing increasing sign-in experience, that his abilities had advanced so rapidly. The vast majority of his explosive growth over the past few months could be attributed to the experience gained from the group.
"Oh—right! Guizhong!"
Suddenly, Futsu Mitama seemed to recall something. He clenched his fist and struck it into his palm.
"What is it?" Aila asked in confusion.
Kuki Shinobu and Albedo also looked at him, puzzled.
"Nothing. You'll see once you check the group chat."
The three of them opened the chat simultaneously.
Inside, Raiden Makoto and Guizhong were engaged in a lively exchange, with Yae Miko and Azhdaha occasionally interjecting.
The topic was Inazuma—both present-day and in the aftermath of the Archon War.
After learning of these events, Guizhong expressed deep sympathy for Raiden Makoto. She also understood why Azhdaha had once said that witnessing modern Liyue and witnessing modern Inazuma were entirely different experiences.
Morax had fulfilled his contract, established Liyue Harbor, and ensured prosperity for its people.
Raiden Makoto's sister, Raiden Ei—Under her rule, Inazuma now languished.
Just as Guizhong was considering whether she might intervene—
Futsu Mitama spoke up.
[Futsu Mitama: "@Guizhong, you asked earlier how I obtained invitation permissions, right?"]
[Guizhong: "Hmm, Group Leader~ May I call you by name instead? 'Group Leader' feels distant."]
[Futsu Mitama: "Of course. As for the permissions—it's tied to group level."]
[Futsu Mitama: "We're currently at LV2. After leveling up, I gained live broadcast and invitation rights. Everyone else gained gift and rewards, and higher sign-in drop chances."]
[Azhdaha: "Fake. All of it."]
[Guizhong: "?"]
[Raiden Makoto: "Indeed. Fake."]
[Guizhong: "?????"]
[Yae Miko: "They mean the 'increased drop chance'."]
[Kamisato Ayaka: "Yes. Aside from the first item, I've gotten nothing."]
[Sangonomiya Kokomi: "Only condensed resin and experience."]
[Kuki Shinobu: "Me too."]
[Zhongli: "More experience, it seems. Alas."]
[Aila: "…"]
[Guizhong: "Is sign-in truly that important?"]
[Futsu Mitama: "Very. All level-ups depend on it. First sign-in always occurs upon joining. Items are rare—experience is common."]
As he explained—
A faceless wooden puppet suddenly appeared beside him. A fully wooden construct, roughly 1.7 meters tall.
"—What the—!"
Startled, Futsu Mitama instinctively manifested Musou Isshin, its tip aimed directly at the puppet.
Aila and Kuki Shinobu also drew their blades instantly.
Years of combat experience left no room for hesitation.
For a brief moment, Futsu Mitama even thought Il Dottore had already returned for revenge.
A Fatui marionette? In Liyue Harbor?
"Wait—look at the group!" Albedo quickly stopped them. "This is Guizhong's sign-in item."
"She got a drop. So this is what happens when a consciousness-only entity signs out an item—"
His curiosity was evident. Entities without physical bodies caused items to manifest directly in reality.
"An item drop?"
Futsu Mitama withdrew his blade and checked the chat.
Aila and Kuki Shinobu were equally stunned.
Item drops were rare. Extremely rare.
And Guizhong had obtained one.
Guizhong: "It says I received—a 'Special Husk Doll'?"
Azhdaha: "…"
Zhongli: "…"
Raiden Makoto: "…"
Yae Miko: "So, Futsu Mitama—what do you think?"
Futsu Mitama lay back, arms folded behind his head, staring blankly ahead. "I'm just going to lie here and watch," he muttered. "At this probability—I really don't know what to say anymore."
Guizhong's voice soon followed in the chat. "Futsu Mitama, the sign-in says I obtained a special husk doll—but where is it?"
"It's…next to the Young Master," Aila replied hesitantly.
Kuki Shinobu nodded. "It startled all of us. The puppet suddenly appeared beside him."
"Indeed," Albedo added calmly. "Futsu Mitama nearly drew his sword and cut it down just now."
Kamisato Ayaka paused, imagining the scene. "Just picturing it is frightening enough."
"This sort of sudden appearance—" Sangonomiya Kokomi said thoughtfully. "If it happened beside me, I fear my mental energy would deplete even faster."
Futsu Mitama glanced sideways, then typed, "@Guizhong, does that special husk doll have any effects? There should be a description below."
"You can't fully trust descriptions," Kokomi replied. "There may be hidden effects—much like how condensed resin resists erosion."
"What?!" Guizhong exclaimed. "Resist erosion?! Oh my goodness!"
Azhdaha spoke up. "Simply being in this Chat Group already resists erosion. Ever since joining, I've felt my consciousness gradually recovering."
"Even without condensed resin," he continued, "I estimate that in a few hundred years, I'll be able to ask Morax to let me out for some fresh air."
"Then congratulations," Raiden Makoto said gently. "I feel I've recovered somewhat as well, but I've been dead for far too long. Without a body, I cannot leave at all."
"Even if I could," she added, "I would likely only speak for a short while before it would be time to say goodbye."
"All right, all right," Yae Miko interjected briskly. "Let's not dwell on such heavy matters. I'm far more curious about Guizhong's puppet."
Guizhong hesitated, then read aloud. "According to the description… this is a very sturdy special husk doll. It can carry a soul and alter its body to match the appearance of the soul's owner."
"And…" She paused. "It has a soul-nourishing effect? It can help a remnant soul recover slowly?"
"This?!" Yae Miko exclaimed.
"Is this reasonable?" Azhdaha scoffed. "No—it's too reasonable!"
"By universal rationality," Zhongli said evenly, "it is indeed possible. Since condensed resin can mitigate erosion, a special husk doll of this nature may function similarly—allowing a remnant Archon soul to revive."
"@Kamisato Ayaka, @Sangonomiya Kokomi, @Kuki Shinobu, @Aila, @Futsu Mitama—ah!" Yae Miko nearly shouted. "I want this! All of you, sign in properly!"
"If Makoto can be revived—not merely exist as a remnant soul—then there would be no need for the Resistance," she continued rapidly. "She could directly replace Ei in governing Inazuma!"
"If that happens," Yae Miko said, eyes gleaming, "Inazuma might regress five hundred years!"
After Guizhong's words fell, the group fell silent for several seconds—then erupted into fervent discussion. Azhdaha was clearly delighted. Zhongli, too, seemed quietly pleased. As for Yae Miko—she appeared almost unrestrained.
To make Inazuma regress five hundred years—there were no words for it.
Yet the description itself was explosive.
Futsu Mitama lowered his gaze to the wooden puppet beside him. In that moment, he felt profoundly grateful that Albedo had stopped him earlier—had he struck it down with a single slash, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Even if the puppet itself survived, Zhongli and Yae Miko would likely have wanted him cut down.
After all, this object carried the possibility of reviving Raiden Makoto and Guizhong.
A special husk doll—an item meant to revive remnant souls. Only its lifespan remained unknown.
"…."
Albedo stepped forward silently. He examined the puppet from head to toe, fingers brushing his chin, eyes alight with a scholar's unmistakable curiosity.
Yes—Albedo was interested. Very interested
Just like condensed resin before, he could not identify the material from which it was made. It would likely take considerable time and research before he could attempt to replicate anything similar.
"Can this thing—" Kuki Shinobu asked quietly, "revive an Archon?"
Her gaze lingered on the puppet. This was no small matter.
After all, there were two remnant Archon souls within the Chat Group—Guizhong within the Memory of Dust, and Raiden Makoto within Musou Isshin. But could this truly revive an Archon?
Discussion erupted again within the Chat Group. Yet among those with true research capability, only Albedo and Zhongli stood out—along with Yae Miko, far away in Inazuma.
"I cannot say for certain," Albedo replied after a moment, "but since the description states as much, it is highly likely."
He nodded slightly. "If nothing unexpected occurs, it does possess a soul-nourishing effect."
"I briefly touched it with my consciousness," he added calmly, "and it felt…remarkably comfortable."
Aila and Kuki Shinobu looked at him in surprise. Without them noticing, he had already probed it with his consciousness.
"It's just that…" Albedo murmured, brows knitting. "What material is this? How strange."
A substance capable of soothing consciousness was undoubtedly of high grade. And yet it was wood-like textures.
Where could one find a wooden material that nourished the soul—one capable of housing a remnant Archon soul in comfort?
Even Albedo, with his vast knowledge, found himself deep in thought. There were still things he did not yet understand.
"If only Mr. Zhongli were here," he sighed softly.
His knowledge was immense—he could identify rare materials at a glance. It was he who had discovered that condensed resin's core material was Time itself.
Had Zhongli been present, the two of them might have uncovered the truth quickly.
"Mr. Zhongli is busy," Kuki Shinobu said. "His Old Friend has arrived in Liyue Harbor. He wishes to come, but it's not really poss—hm?"
The door suddenly opened. Zhongli stepped inside.
He surveyed the stunned crowd calmly and spoke in an even tone. "My late-night visit is an imposition."
"Not at all!" Futsu Mitama quickly waved his hand, startled. "Mr. Zhongli, why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be with your Old Friend?"
In the Chat Group, Zhongli had mentioned that during the Rite of Descension, he would have no time—he needed to accompany his Adeptus friends.
And yet here he was. Less than two minutes had passed since Guizhong signed in for the special husk doll. This speed was… astonishing.
"After supper, I intended to return to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to see if there were any tasks," Zhongli said solemnly. "Unexpectedly, Guizhong obtained this item. Out of curiosity, I came to take a look."
He spoke utter nonsense with a perfectly straight face.
In truth, only a minute earlier, he had still been conversing with the Adeptus. The moment Guizhong signed in, he had excused himself, flown straight to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and entered as Zhongli.
"That's quite a coincidence," Kuki Shinobu muttered, though she didn't dwell on it.
After all, it was natural for Zhongli—a knowledgeable gentleman—to be curious about a puppet capable of reviving a remnant Archon soul.
Even if his arrival was…a little too fast.
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