"What did you say?"
"Can't hear you."
Tsunade stood beside Senya. The Gatling's rapidly spinning barrels and the continuous thunderous roar of bullets leaving the chamber made it impossible for her to hear what the hell A was saying.
Not until all five hundred rounds on a single ammunition belt had been fired, with wisps of white smoke drifting from the barrels, did A reluctantly set down the Gatling in his hands, looking somewhat regretful.
"This thing feels damn good to use~"
"It just fires too fast. I barely felt anything. How many rounds did I fire just now?"
Looking at the shell casings scattered all over the ground beside him, A instinctively asked the question.
Senya raised one hand and spread his five fingers.
"Five hundred rounds."
A raised his brows, seemingly a little unconvinced. But recalling how it had felt when he used it just now...
That impact from the high-frequency recoil meant Senya was probably telling the truth, not joking around.
Besides, there was no reason for him to lie, was there?
"Five hundred rounds..."
"How much does one ammunition belt cost? This thing feels like it'd burn through money pretty quickly."
"But its firepower really is fierce."
He turned to glance in the direction he had fired. The targets had long since been blasted to pieces, and even a large section of the rock pile behind them had been shattered. From afar, a huge cloud of yellow dust had been kicked up.
Tsunade poked Senya's arm and asked curiously as well.
"How much?"
Though she knew such things existed, she had left everything related to firearms to her second grandfather and Orochimaru.
All she needed to do was stamp her approval.
"Fifty ryo per round."
Upon hearing that, A waved a large hand.
"Fifty ryo? That