Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto.

Author's notes: Finally, the sequel! First, though, a bit of information.

The first few chapters overlap A Portrait of Youth and, unlike last time, the entire story goes in chronological order.

Content maybe more mature, but shouldn't ever earn an M-rating. Despite this, I hope you laugh at least once a chapter.

Still no pairings, but you guys are welcome to pretend.

Without further ado…

The Fiery Album of Life

The three young ninja are sitting on Gai's couch dressed in their finest− Neji and Lee at either end, Tenten in the center as is customary− and their clothes are conspiring against them; with each uncomfortable shift, silken bodies nearly slide off the plastic-encased piece of furniture. Tenten leans carefully into the back of the sofa, grimaces when she hears the covering creak in a manner that sounds almost like a fart. "First that awkward dinner, and now this… What do you think Gai-sensei is planning?"

Mouth falling open, Lee twists to stare at his female friend. He is absolutely flabberghasted that she would question their beloved teacher. And in the man's own home, no less. After a few erratic heartbeats, he manages to splutter, "Tenten! How can you say such a rude thing? It was just a delightful dinner in celebration of our new promotions! Gai-sensei would never have an ulterior motive!"

At the other end of the couch, Neji gives a little snort and continues staring out the window, appreciating the spectacular view of the Hokage Monument in twilight.

Feeling oddly supported by this miniscule gesture from her stoic teammate, Tenten straightens her spine and takes the largest breath possible with her obi so tightly tied, holds up one hand and begins ticking off the reasons the night has so far proved to be a disaster. "First, he tells us he's taking us out, but we have to dress up. It's like a million degrees outside and I had to borrow this stupid, heavy kimono−"

"You look very pretty," Lee says politely, not at all fazed by her ongoing rant.

"Thanks," Tenten replies, the unexpected compliment robbing her of steam. She frowns and begins smoothing wrinkles from the beautiful fabric. Beside her, Neji crosses his arms over his chest and this newest distribution of weight causes the monstrous sofa to once again break wind. Annoyance returning at the sound, the girl goes back to her complaints. "He took us out for curry, and after that mission we had−"

Neji gives up on his attempt at remaining outside this sadly typical conversation, and interjects, "At least he paid the bill this time."

"Gai-sensei does not dine and dash!"

Their teacher chooses that exact moment to bustle into the living room, a lacquered tray with a porcelain flask, three tiny cups, and one child's drinking vessel− the kind with the lid that makes it nearly impossible to spill− clutched in his large hands. All three students blanch, but it appears the man has misheard. "Of course I dine and dance, Lee! If you youthful spirits would like, I'd be happy to show you my favorite move, the−"

"Is that saké?" Tenten asks, leaning forward to peer at the exquisite matching set Gai has placed on the low, dust-free table before them. She begins an unsolicited slide off the cushion, one that neither grasping palms nor tabi-encased feet seem able to arrest. Just before she resorts to chakra, Lee reaches out and grabs her obi with his left hand, hefts her easily back into her place with his monstrous strength. They suffer another bout of couch gas.

Gai takes a seat in the plastic-covered armchair situated directly across from the three, and they note with envy that he neither slips while doing so nor causes any sort of embarrassing sound. "So it is, my darling Tenten! You three have just graduated to Chunin, a fantastic feat of which I am very proud, and your minority is at an end! I have some amazing activities planned for your next leave, but tonight we shall toast your success!"

"Lee can't drink," Neji reminds them, dismayed that the man would even suggest so dangerous an activity and wondering how much trouble he would be in if he were to just head back to the Hyuga family's estate now; technically, they are no longer a team, and Gai is nothing more than a man who− temporarily− outranks him. Tradition is now the only thing that renders him beholden to this insane threesome. Right?

"Lee gets this appetizing apple juice, freshly squeezed by yours truly," Gai says, handing his grinning protégé the unbreakable plastic glass with the wavy little straw sticking out of the side. Tenten and Neji are each handed a small ceramic cup, which they take with some trepidation, and then Gai quickly pours them a round of the warm liquid before filling his own vessel. Lifting it into the air, he cries, "To Chunin!"

Four cups are raised to lips, three dark heads tip back and swallow, Lee sucks greedily on his straw, and then everyone lowers empty glasses. Gai smiles, his teeth blinding as always, and Lee and Tenten echo the gesture. Outwardly, Neji is impassive as ever, but he detests the taste of the alcohol and is stunned his teacher kept the speech to a minimum. A moment later the cups are being refilled, and he knows fate is still against him.

"To the future!"

"To adulthood!"

"To health!"

"To friends!"

"To rivals!"

"To you, Gai-sensei!"

"Thank you, Lee! And to you, my precious students!"

Gai is obviously tipsy. Lee has somehow managed to loosen the lid of his cup, and apple juice is dripping onto the Chunin flak jacket he had insisted on wearing to dinner. Tenten's face is flushed and her eyes are bright, previous aggravations forgotten in the first buzz of her life. Neji had ceased to drink five toasts ago and settled for dutifully lifting his glass; even so, he can feel the hated curry and saké mixing unpleasantly in his stomach.

Gai reaches out for the ceramic flask, picks it up to pour yet another round− the toast is half-formed inside his mind, something about overcoming life's obstacles− but the glass proves empty. He stares at it for a moment, unable to comprehend how fast the alcohol has run out, much like his time as the instructor of the fine trio sitting before him. The thought saddens him and in a moment he is sobbing loudly enough to be overheard by his neighbors.

Lee misunderstands. "Never fear, Gai-sensei, we have more saké in the fridge!"

Tenten sobers infinitesimally. "What's wrong, Sensei?"

Neji merely arches an eyebrow, certain that the man's emotional display is evidence of the mental breakdown he had been expecting for the past four years.

"It's not the alcohol!" Gai explains in a wail, bringing one hand up to his tanned forehead like the primary actor in a great tragedy. A few more large tears squeeze from his eyes to roll over his prominent cheekbones. "I just… I can't believe that you're all grown up! Moving on! Now you'll be traveling even further from the village, undertaking murderous missions, and without my stellar guidance−"

"Oh, Gai-sensei!" Overcome by the sight of his idol's suffering, Lee leaps from the couch and in the same movement throws his plastic cup into the air; it bangs against the ceiling before beginning a descent that takes it perilously close to Neji's head, and by the time it clatters to the wooden floorboards and begins to spin the two Green Beasts are comforting one another with a signature hug.

Tenten's hands are clasped together, her tiny cup held securely between her warm palms, and she is observing the disturbing scene with a complacency that can only be attributed to the alcohol she has consumed. When she speaks her words are reasonable, tone uncharacteristically gentle considering the madness being played out before her. "Sensei, please don't cry. We'll still have missions together sometimes…"

"And Lee will always live with you," Neji adds in a monotone, trying to be helpful and hoping the evening is at an end.

Gai blinks and sniffles loudly, glancing over the clinging Lee's dark head to the less exuberant graduates who have remained seated on the sofa; their inability to display emotions in the proper manner has always bothered him somewhat. In a quavering voice reminiscent of a small child, he asks, "Do you promise? What if I were to give the three of you a final mission, right now? Would you do it?"

Lee disengages himself from Gai's clutches, leaps to his feet beside the armchair and salutes the man. "Yes, sir! Anything!"

Too drunk to be wary of making open-ended promises, Tenten nods. "Of course we'll complete a mission for you. Right, Neji?"

No answer. All three heads swivel in the direction of the prodigy, sitting motionless in his corner of the gigantic sofa. Neji appreciates neither their scrutiny nor the peer pressure roiling in unseen waves from them, but he is growing more concerned about vomiting. Or worse. A breath to settle himself followed by an autonomic tightening of his sphincter, and then, "We can go home after this final mission?"

Lee frowns. "That is not a very youthful attitude."

Tenten gives an airy wave of her hand. "Never mind him, Lee. What's the mission, Gai-sensei?"

Gai answers, "There's to be a different one for each of you, since you are each unique and precious to me! Lee, your undertaking is a simple one; pick up that leaking cup before it warps my teak floorboards! And as punishment for throwing it in the first place, you shall run five hundred laps around the village at dawn! You must learn to control yourself, even in the heat of the moment!"

Lee has the grace to look a bit sheepish, and he immediately takes off running for the kitchen and a towel, scooping up the dripping vessel on his way past. Gai waits until his protégé has mopped up the spilled liquid and returned to his seat beside the weapons mistress before announcing the next mission: "Dearest Tenten, your task is to kiss the handsomest man in the room!"

It is the last thing Tenten had ever been expecting to hear. The young woman chokes on air and peers through the resulting watering eyes at the three males surrounding her, gauging their reactions to this declaration of enforced intimacy; Neji looks uncomfortable, Lee appears astounded, and there is a small, almost expectant smile tugging at the corner of Gai's mouth. Quickly, she stands and gives her teacher a chaste peck on the cheek.

Gai laughs loudly, his previous good humor restored by the simple gesture, and reaches to take their cups. "Now, my flower, you've gone and made the other two jealous! Let this be a lesson in the evils of saké and a reminder to keep your more passionate impulses in check! Neji, your mission is to take Tenten home before she destroys whatever harmony remains in our little cell."

Neji is on his feet in a second, feeling something churn unpleasantly in his gut. He nods to Gai− the man sees more than people give him credit for, perhaps− and puts his hand over the complicated bow on Tenten's back, pushing the inebriated young woman toward the door; it is not the easiest task, with Lee standing in their way and her calling out strangely effusive goodbyes, but eventually they are outside on the stoop.

In the relative quiet of the night, Tenten turns to him and smiles. "That was fun! We should get some dango. Your treat?"

The mention of sweets is almost more than Neji can take. Discreetly, he presses a hand to his irritable belly and just manages to say, "No, it's time to go home."

The door swing opens behind them, and Lee steps out to stand with his friends on the crowded porch. He looks Neji over, noting that his rival is sweating and appears to be an unhealthy shade of green in the moonlight, before turning to the obviously wasted Tenten. Confusion is written on his open features as he addresses her. "I'm not sure why, but Gai-sensei said I had better come help you…"

The oblivious kunoichi frowns and asks what it is Lee means. At roughly the same time, Neji hunches over and quietly vomits his curry into the immaculately trimmed gardenia bush growing beside the stoop. Their question answered, Tenten wrinkles her nose and turns away while a sympathetic Lee grabs the long tresses of his mortified, coughing competitor and holds them free of the danger zone.

When Neji has finally, fully emptied the contents of his stomach onto his sensei's prized shrubbery, he straightens and wipes the back of one hand across his lips, disgusted by the taste inside his mouth and the loss of his pride. He tries to regain a bit of it by declining a trip back inside, but his legs feel a bit shaky, and his teammates must notice; Tenten and Lee move to support him, one sliding under each arm.

"Failed your mission," Tenten giggles as they start walking slowly down the deserted street. After a moment, she cheerily adds, "At least you didn't mess up those nice clothes."

"And you have us to carry you home," Lee says, grinning and holding a thumbs up.

Neji settles for a sigh, too weak to come up with a retort. What does this ignoble beginning say for his Chunin career?

Afternoon sunlight filters through the trees and finds Rock Lee heading for his team's old training grounds, a heart-shaped box of chocolates clutched in one bandage-wrapped hand. He keeps his dark eyes on loamy forest floor, utterly dejected, moving down the path by sheer memory. Reaching out to part the bushes that screen the clearing, he hears the familiar voices of his two squad mates, and pauses to listen.

Tenten sounds both awed and winded. "Gods, Neji! That was amazing…"

Neji must be further away, because Lee cannot make out his reply.

Tenten presses the issue, still breathing loudly. "I can't believe that was your first time−"

Neji is closer now. "It was also yours."

Lee misses the sardonic tone in his rival's words, hears only the warmth that is present in this conversation between his dearest friends. Something about this situation− aside from the fact that he knows he should not be spying on them− is bothering the young shinobi, causing his stomach to clench and making him grip the box in his hand a little tighter. If only he could put his finger on it…

"Are you hurt?"

"Just a bit sore."

Abruptly, Lee realizes that the quiet discussion he has been eavesdropping on sounds very much like the post-coital tête-à-têtes of his teacher's favorite soap operas. Is it possible that Neji and Tenten have actually done it, engaged in that most passionate experience his teacher had explained with the sock puppets a few years ago? Mouth falling open in astonishment, he forces himself to continue listening.

"Neji?"

"Yes?"

"Why me?"

A moment of silence, and then: "I couldn't exactly try it with Lady Hinata."

This epiphany− that his former teammates would be so cruel as to start a relationship that would effectively exclude him− is the final straw to an already terrible day. Unable to contain himself any longer, Lee bursts from cover and immediately begins berating Neji, whom he sees as the source of the problem. "How could you?! You were unable to deflower Hinata, so you have stolen Tenten's innocence?!"

"Stole my what?!" Tenten's face is a mask of incredulity and her shriek is loud enough to startle a flock of sparrows from their roost in a nearby oak. Lee glances at her, noting wrinkled clothing and disarrayed buns that seem to confirm his hypothesis.

Neji, fully dressed in his usual training attire, reacts with slightly more composure to the accusations being hurled his way. One eyebrow arches, but otherwise his expression remains neutral. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Neji Hyuga! You twisted the sacred meaning of White Day to your own nefarious purposes and defiled her!" Lee is coiled like a spring, his thick brows lowered and his black eyes blazing with anger. One fist is raised threateningly, and the other has practically crushed the little box of chocolates, its gauzy ivory ribbon coming undone and trailing forlornly in the dirt.

"No one's defiled me!" Tenten yells, stomping one sandal-encased foot upon the ground as a form of irritable punctuation.

Lee whirls to face her, but assigns little blame. "You only think that because he seduced you! I have been right all along! He is a cad−"

"And you're an idiot," Neji declares to the younger man's back. Turning on his heel, he stomps off into the shade of a nearby tree and retrieves his water bottle from its place between two roots. Still eyeing his former teammates, he wrenches the top off and takes a long drink. When hydration fails to calm him, he settles against the scarred trunk− over the years a number of weapons have been lodged in its surface− and tries to meditate.

Tenten does not have the luxury of inner peace, and knows that throwing pointy things will not solve this particular problem, so she opts for trying to clear up the misunderstanding. Crossing her arms over her chest and taking a deep breath, the young woman looks her chaotic friend in the eyes and explains slowly and clearly, "Lee! Now, you listen to me! There's been no seducing, no intimacy of any kind. I swear to you."

"But I heard−"

She throws up a hand in warning. "Hear me out. What you heard was us talking about this new attack Neji's been learning from his uncle. He can't use it on anyone from the main household, and he's not allowed to show it to anyone from the cadet branches, so he demonstrated it on the dummy over there and then we tested it out. Gods! You always jump to the wrong conclusion!"

Running this latest information over inside his mind, Lee twists to look at their old sackcloth target and blinks owlishly, for its stake has pulled free from the ground and all that remains is a debris trail leading into the woods. The testing of a new technique makes perfect sense, and he has to admit that Tenten does have a point; he often gets the wrong impression. The destroyed gift still clutched in his fist is an indelible reminder of that fact.

Tenten notes that the rage has left Lee's face and she presses home her attack, clearing her throat. "I think you still owe us an apology."

Feeling terrible, Lee bows with the greatest formality; first to Tenten and then to Neji, who has opened his pale eyes in expectation of this act of contrition. Raising his voice so that he can be heard across the breadth of the clearing, the Green Beast humbly begs for their forgiveness. "I am really sorry that I accused you both of engaging in acts fornication, and for insulting you, Neji. I promise I shall never do it again."

Tenten gives a satisfied nod, but adds, "And don't spy on people, for goodness' sake."

"Unless it's a mission," Neji clarifies, somewhat mollified by the groveling of his friend but unwilling to let on.

Chastised, Lee hangs his head and begins plodding toward old stump located at the edge of the tree line, dragging the forgotten ribbon behind him. Tenten, who had been expecting her young friend to bounce back into his usual hyperactive state, follows him worriedly; she reaches his side as he takes a seat on the rotting remnant and begins crying quietly, his tears dripping down onto the mangled box he still insists on holding.

The kunoichi drapes one arm over her comrade's muscled shoulder, tries not to wince at the movement; she should have backed out on her promise to help after Neji's demonstration with their dummy, but her pride would not allow her to do so. The prodigy had done his best to moderate the force of the attack, but being hit with a wall of chakra had not been pleasant… Tenten returns her attention to the distressed boy. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Lee inhales a calming breath and absentmindedly wipes his runny nose upon his sleeve, before passing the crushed gift over for his friend to inspect. A moment elapses while he gathers his thoughts, and then the shinobi begins his tragic recital in halting tones. "Well, you know today is White Day, right? I thought that with Naruto and Sasuke both out of the village, this could finally be my year−"

Neji gives a derisive snort, barely audible with the distance between them.

Tenten turns and glares daggers at him.

"−but Sakura still would not consent to a date with me!"

Tenten gives the depressed teenager a consoling hug, knowing that she should have seen this coming; Lee has been in love with the kunoichi from Team Kakashi since their first Chunin Exam, and has never missed an opportunity to make his affections known. "You know she's been very busy with her apprenticeship. She's probably got to spend all her time working in the hospital or something. I'm sure it had nothing to do with you."

Lee leans into Tenten's embrace, and although he cannot believe a word the weapons mistress says, he allows her to try and persuade him that he has as good a chance at a relationship with Sakura as any other man. The murmur of her voice is soothing, and he is just beginning to feel better when Neji is suddenly standing over them. "Stop lying to him, Tenten. It's better if he faces the truth now."

Shocked, Tenten's arms fall away from Lee and she almost drops the chocolates. "Neji! That's uncalled for!"

His rival's words bring all the childhood anxieties flooding back; Lee knows that he is not handsome, or especially smart, that he has no talent for ninjutsu, and because of these failings no one will ever find him lovable. Feeling the tears threatening once more, he buries his face in his hands to hide them from his fellow shinobi. The voice from between his palms is muffled but accepting. "No, Tenten, in this Neji is correct."

"He's not!" Tenten protests, hating that Lee is in pain and loathing Neji for causing it.

"I am," Neji insists, the full power of his pearlescent regard upon the bowed head in front of him. There is a period of silence− the space of a few heartbeats− while he considers his agonized friend, and then those eyes flit towards the furious brown ones of their female colleague. He addresses them both, tone slightly more stern than his usual level one. "Lee has no chance with that girl, and that is how it should be. He's too good for her."

Tenten's hastily indrawn breath is the only sound within the clearing; otherwise there is no noise or movement, the trio embroiled in a strange tableau as they struggle with their conflicting emotions. And then Lee erupts, hurling himself at Neji, left fist aiming for the other man's face. Startled, the prodigy drops back a pace and just manages to avoid the blow, but Lee is persistent and follows. "Rogue! How dare you say that about my darling Sakura!"

Watching Lee press his attack and seeing Neji tactically retreat, an amused Tenten settles her aching body on the recently vacated stump and pops open the destroyed box of chocolates. No sense letting a perfectly good White Day gift go to waste.

"Oh, wow! Look at that!"

The sound of Tenten's voice raised in excitement causes Neji to slow his pace, and the chorus of agreement from Rock Lee succeeds in stopping him in his tracks. Irritated at this newest delay− there is no way that they will make it back to Konoha before nightfall− the appointed captain of this little squad turns to look for his two subordinates, peering down Tanzaku Town's crowded main thoroughfare.

Neji spots the pair standing some twenty paces back, gazing into the decorated window of a tiny corner shop and paying absolutely no attention to him. Resisting the urge to grind his teeth, he begins weaving his way back through the other pedestrians, all the while wondering how events have slipped so far out of his control. Their first mission together as Chunin was supposed to have been a simple one…

Actually, the operation itself had gone off without a hitch, something that Neji remains very proud of; the shinobi had made it to the boundary of Fire Country in record time, encountering no bandits, and turned their valuable cargo over to the necessary officials. The night they had passed in that squalid border town had proved uneventful, and the three friends had started out for home this morning just as the sun was rising.

They had been halfway back, leaping easily through the treetops and listening to Lee ecstatically recounting how Lady Tsunade had decreed Sakura would spend some time training with them. Tenten had suddenly demanded a pit stop, and when she had returned the kunoichi had been in a foul mood. As the hours passed, the girl had complained about everything from aching feet to an empty belly, and Neji had finally called a halt.

Gods save him from menstruating females and the hell that is Tanzaku Town.

Walking up behind the troublemaker, Neji takes a moment to observe her. An opportunity to rest and some hastily devoured food seems to have done wonders; standing before the window, an energetic Tenten is pointing different objects out to Lee, who has his face pressed right against the glass. Perhaps sensing his presence, the young woman glances over her shoulder and throws him one of her usual cheery smiles. "Look at this, Neji!"

The Hyuga moves closer and revels in the height that his latest growth spurt has delivered; it is easy now to peek over her shoulder and see the wares on display. Hundreds of beautiful figurines line the store's narrow shelves, each one expertly carved out of a precious wood and polished to perfection. Everything imaginable is represented, from animals to weaponry to human genitalia, but the one Tenten indicates is a model of steam locomotive. "Ah…"

"I wish we'd gotten to ride on that one, back when we were stationed in the Land of Snow," Tenten says wistfully.

Lee agrees with her, and the duo spends a few moments reminiscing about that horrible assignment before another item catches their attention. Neji listens to their happy chatter for a bit longer, but soon his thoughts are back upon their mission and he is pondering the chances that its completion will lead to a promotion for him. His private goal is to be the first person from their year to advance to the rank of Jonin, and he knows he must be close.

With such heavy contemplation, Neji's pearlescent eyes lose some of their focus and he soon finds himself absently watching the reflections of passersby on the shop's window. Most of the folks wandering around behind them seem harmless, but he does spot one or two who might be pickpockets. The prodigy has just begun keeping tabs on these men when he sees it; a flash of dark hair and pin-wheeling red eyes observing them from across the street.

Sasuke Uchiha.

The missing-nin smirks and immediately disappears around a corner, but the brief glimpse of him is enough to banish all thoughts of thieves and send adrenaline shooting throughout Neji's body. The urge to sprint after the younger man− to meet him in combat and finally determine which of them is the strongest− is almost overwhelming; it takes every ounce of self-control the shinobi has to remain in place, to consider the possible repercussions the way a leader should.

Protocol says that Neji should rally his team and chase after Sasuke, that they should fight and capture− or execute− the Uchiha for the traitor that he is. It is their obligation as ninja of Konoha, and the white-eyed genius cannot easily disregard such a thing; duty, after all, is literally etched into his skin. This reasoning mixes oh so temptingly with his yearning for battle, and Neji opens his mouth to give the order−

Tenten is giggling. "That miniature one there; is it a mushroom or a penis?"

Lee responds dismissively, "I think it is just an elderly sage in the lotus position."

−and closes it again, mentally cursing. If Sasuke has grown as powerful as his reputation suggests, then Lee and Tenten will serve as little more than distractions. Furthermore, it is possible that Orochimaru and any number of his minions are also present in Tanzaku Town; the criminals could easily overpower his small cell, and− while Neji is not fearful for his own safety− he has his subordinates and the civilian populace to think of.

For a split second, the young captain imagines the aftermath− himself grievously wounded, Tenten already gone, Lee dying in agony, this lively metropolis flattened and mass casualties everywhere− sees it all so vividly that he begins to wonder if he has fallen victim to a genjutsu. But no, at the sound of Tenten's worried voice the disturbing images all fall away. "Neji, is something wrong? You look pale."

"He is always pale," Lee interjects, still distracted by the statuettes. "Look at the hermit crab! His shell is so life-like!"

Neji ignores the comment from the other male, focuses on the question asked by the kunoichi; he is surprised by her perceptiveness, but unwilling to admit to his anxiety or disclose the reasons for it. Inhaling a cleansing breath, he glances skyward and thereby finds the inspiration for a plausible falsehood. "I'm fine. I was just hoping we'd make it back to the village before it starts raining."

Tenten follows her comrade's gaze, notes the threatening grey clouds gathered overhead, and does not recognize his lie. Grinning devilishly, she grabs the padded collar of Lee's flak jacket and gives a sharp tug, jerking the younger man away from the now-smudged window. Sliding past their leader, she sticks her tongue out at him. "Come on, Lee. We're going home now, because Neji's afraid of rain."

Falling in behind the duo, Neji scans the milling crowds as they walk toward the gates, but there is no further sign of their elite enemy. After what seems like an eternity, they pass through the enormous portal and step onto the less-congested roadway leading back to Konoha. Out in the open, safe from ambush, the prodigy finally relaxes his guard and begins once more to focus on his teammates' nonsense.

"But, Tenten, the hermit crab−"

"Lee, you have three of those at your apartment! Real ones, remember? They're probably hungry."

"Or dead," Neji inputs.

The cacophonous consternation that arises from such a remark is music to his ears, and Neji suddenly knows that he will never exchange the lives of his friends for a worthless missing-nin.

To be continued…