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Seeing the three men's gazes shift to the remaining two great weapons, Tamura Hiroshi didn't dawdle. He walked over to one of them and began explaining.

"I call this one the Fire God Cannon. It uses six rotating barrels to alleviate the overheating problem from rapid fire, thereby increasing the rate of fire. The bullet caliber is the same as the Fire God Gun just now. Since I couldn't buy too many Explosive Tags, I only made a hundred rounds. Just turn this crank to spin the barrels, and you still need Chakra to trigger the Explosive Tags inside the bullets."

After a brief explanation, Tamura Hiroshi stepped back behind Dodai again. These were all made from ordinary steel, some parts even filed by hand with a rasp, so their durability was lacking. He wasn't sure they could withstand hundreds of shots. Fortunately, to ensure stability, he hadn't built them to the scale of a Gatling gun but rather a true Fire God Cannon—the kind mounted on fighter jets in his past life. The total length was two meters, weight three hundred jin, and the magazine area in particular had been specially reinforced.

Yozuki A couldn't wait to step up and try it. In no time, he grasped the operation, turning the crank to spin the barrels while using Chakra to ignite the Explosive Tags inside the bullets.

"Bang bang bang..."

Yozuki A cranked faster and faster, the rate of fire climbing higher and higher, until the shots blurred into a continuous roar. In just a few seconds, the hundred rounds were spent. The spewing flames raised the ambient temperature noticeably, and the barrels glowed red-hot, but thankfully, they didn't burst.

"That's it?!"

Yozuki A was clearly unsatisfied. He had just started getting into the rhythm, and the bullets were already gone. How frustrating.

"Use it again, and it'll blow," Dodai said with a chuckle, clearly pleased with the Fire God Cannon. The pockmarks on the opposite wall didn't need checking—they were bound to be impressive. The key point was the rate of fire. If accuracy could be improved and the bullets strengthened, even a Kage-level powerhouse might not withstand sustained fire. If that kid's many ideas were realized, the power would be unimaginable. He'd never thought that combining simple blowgun fireworks with Explosive Tags could yield such terrifying results. Most importantly, these great weapons had a simple structure—the core was just Explosive Tags—making them mass-producible. That was even more frightening!

"Is this an enlarged Fire God Gun?" The Third Raikage remained calm, turning his gaze to the last big item. In shape, it resembled the Fire God Gun, but much larger—the barrel as thick as his own arm.

"Yes, Lord Raikage!" Tamura Hiroshi nodded, picking up the sole shell. He removed the thirty-jin warhead, revealing the empty casing, and explained. "This is a true cannon. The shell is much larger than a bullet, allowing for more Explosive Tags to be packed inside. Even the warhead can be filled with a large number of Explosive Tags for a secondary explosion. The range should reach over ten li. Additionally, there are pure shells that can be made very large, then dropped from high altitude by ninja riding Flying Ninja Beasts onto enemy positions. You can pack them with steel balls or metal fragments for devastating lethality. As for the Fire God Gun, it can be made ultra-compact for close-quarters combat, or even developed into a Nintaijutsu technique—effective for both melee and mid-range engagements..."

A shell could hold a tremendous number of Explosive Tags. Packed tightly, a thousand could fit inside, with several hundred more in the warhead. If he could make the ultra-compact sealing tags or scrolls from Boruto, he could pack even more, and the power would be even greater. Unfortunately, Explosive Tags were strategic resources. Ninja couldn't buy too many at once, and all purchases had to be registered. As a Ninja Academy student, he could only buy a limited amount each time. The hundred rounds for the Fire God Gun and Fire God Cannon had been saved up over years. Moreover, weapon manufacturing was a rigorous and dangerous endeavor requiring extensive calculations and experiments. He had only built simple prototypes. The Fire God Gun and Fire God Cannon had already deformed after a single use. If this cannon were fully packed with Explosive Tags—especially high-grade ones—the chance of a burst barrel would be even higher.

"You also mentioned an A-rank intelligence." The Third Raikage examined the disassembled shell with satisfaction, then brought up the intelligence.

One Billion Ryo plus these three great weapons were already enough to earn his approval. Taking him as a disciple was no problem.

"That intelligence can only be revealed after Lord Raikage accepts me as a disciple." Tamura Hiroshi's eyes flickered as he stated his condition, a layer of insurance.

"Still playing tricks with This Old Man!" The Third Raikage chuckled, unconcerned, then asked, "How did you come by that One Billion Ryo?"

Though he hadn't seen the youth's specific background, the fact that he didn't recognize him meant he wasn't from a Ninja Clan in the village. And even among the village's clans, none could produce a billion in cash at once.

"That also has to wait until Lord Raikage agrees before I can say." Tamura Hiroshi's eyes flickered again. He still held back—he had to secure the master-disciple relationship first.

"You little brat!" The Third Raikage reached out and roughly tousled the youth's white hair, laughing. "This Old Man accepts you as a disciple. Now you can talk, can't you?" Though he didn't care much, he was curious.

"Student greets Teacher!" Tamura Hiroshi was overjoyed. He quickly bowed, inwardly relieved. As long as he became the Raikage's disciple, he probably wouldn't be sent to the front lines as cannon fodder anytime soon. He would also gain access to the Raikage's legacy—techniques like the Lightning Release Armor and Hell Stab. Most importantly, he could access higher-level resources to aid his cultivation. This world placed great emphasis on bloodline inheritance. To become a strong ninja, one needed an excellent bloodline; otherwise, Chakra Nature and Chakra Quantity alone could bottleneck a person to death.

To become a top-tier powerhouse, one must possess secret technique inheritances or the bloodline of the Otsutsuki clan.

Unfortunately, Tamura Hiroshi had none of these. Without a Golden Finger either, he could only rely on his own ingenuity to create opportunities for himself. That was why he had painstakingly crafted these guns and cannons—to use them as achievements and demonstrate his value, thereby bypassing the issue of his own talent.

Tamura Hiroshi calmed his mind, then asked cautiously.

"Teacher, have you read The Story of Kato Bin?"

"Kato Bin's Chunin Exams didn't go well!"

Before the Third Raikage could answer, Yozuki A blurted out in surprise. Tamura Hiroshi's expression instantly turned strange, and Dodai also shot a peculiar glance at Yozuki A.

Sensing their gazes, Yozuki A quickly lowered his head.

"Kato Bin? Kato... that surname seems familiar from Konoha."

The Third Raikage looked at his son with confusion, then thought for a moment and said.

He had some impression of many strong figures and ninja clans across the ninja world. There seemed to be a Kato Clan in Konoha.

"What about Bloodline is Not a Mere Pond Fish?"

"What's that?"

Tamura Hiroshi asked again. The Third Raikage frowned; he hadn't heard of it.

"Have you never read The Sorrows of a Female Ninja either?"

"What about The Ninja World is So Charming?"

"Carefree Little Traitor Ninja?"

"Kusanagi Chronicle?"

"Chunin Bai Jie?"

"The Story of Gatekeeper Grandpa Sarutobi?"

"Have you never read Qiongming Hokage Record either?"

Tamura Hiroshi listed dozens of book titles in a row, but the Third Raikage still frowned, his confusion deepening, along with a hint of bewilderment.

However, the expressions on Dodai and Yozuki A's faces were exceptionally vivid, filled with shock and uncertainty as they stared at the youth.