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... s. As night fell, he lit a lamp. The light barely illuminated the room, and a cold wind suddenly blew in through a crack in the wall, making the papers on the desk rustle noisily.
Jiraiya glared at the wall with dissatisfaction, pressed down on the corners of the paper with his hand, and continued writing.
Perhaps the environment was unsuitable, as he felt that what he had written after much effort was dull and lifeless.
"Sigh..." he gave up. "This endless warring world.. ...
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