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The dim, ruined first floor of the building was silent. Only the faint rustling of drifting ashes could be heard, along with a stench of blood so thick it seemed almost lickable. The entire interior of the building was a complete mess. Calling it a field of broken walls and rubble would have been more fitting. Dark red stains of shocking desolation remained on the uneven, pitch-black floor. Drip... drip... Jiraiya-sensei stepped toward the corpses, his feet landing in the dried pools of blood.