Outside Feather Emperor City, at the shooting range.
Gunfire crackled like popping beans, mixed with the clatter of ejected shells and the crisp sound of casings hitting the ground, filling the air with an intoxicating scent of gunpowder.
Six years ago, under Yu's direction, the first Kar98k bolt-action Mauser rifle was born, marking the Shinobi World's entry into the modern era of firearms development.
Over the past six years, Yu had nearly recreated the firearms civilization of his former world. Countless light weapons, and even heavy weapons, had emerged one after another.
At the shooting range's VIP area.
A calm, composed man with tear troughs beneath his eyes stood there, his black hair tied into a single tail behind his head and tucked into his collar.
He was none other than twenty-four-year-old Uchiha Itachi.
Itachi had joined Shadow Village at the age of six. Devoted to self-sacrifice, he had made indelible contributions to Dark Hidden's development.
After the Fourth Shinobi World War ended, Itachi had been revived by Yu. He officially retired from the front lines, married Izumi, and began enjoying the happiness that came after hardship.
Five years ago, he and Izumi had welcomed their daughter, Uchiha Me Niao.
But Itachi was ultimately unwilling to simply live off what he had already achieved. He was determined to continue contributing whatever he could.
Knowing that, having lost the power of his eyes, it would be difficult for him to remain on the front lines, he found another path and became a "gun shinobi."
Able to load twenty-four 9mm rounds and boasting a range of nearly one hundred fifty meters, the Colt Pistols were Itachi's favorite handguns.
"It's Gun God Itachi... Is he about to show off his special technique?!" The trainees nearby stopped practicing and gathered outside the barrier wall