Must have taken their sweet time trying to clean it up afterwards then. [Sarcasm aside Minato's frowning thoughtfully now, trying to recall if he's heard of anything like this from the natives they met in the jungle.]

I think this isn't a permanent sacrifice...some of these people could have returned before and the natives we spoke to couldn't tell us what were these sacrifices about either. [In spite of his measured words Minato's still moving a little stiffly, still taking the sight of his old friend badly.] It's too soon to say what any of these means.