Chapter 182: Plans

The rifles were complete, and the men were adapting mightily well. They stood in front of rows of targets, and unleashed volley after volley of bullet fire. When the chaos died down, what was left of the targets was an extremely pitiful sight. Of hard wood and painted targets, only a few sickly scraps remained, flapping in the wind.

The men turned to each other in triumph. These were deadly weapons indeed. If that had been a man in front of them, then they would have died six times over.

"Good work, men." Gengyo said approvingly. It was working exactly as planned. The smiths stood around to watch as well, admiring their own handy work. They had been paid handsomely for this job, and so somewhere along the way, they had stopped considering it to be a chore, and were actually excited by the new innervations they were helping to bring about.