Shen Mo's recommendations for guaranteed items typically considered personal preferences and practicality.
After all, these shaped the opener's future path.
Might Guy craved exactly this kind of power.
His eyes gleamed as he looked at Shen Mo. "Do the limited cans have even more intense training methods?"
"I said your destiny item is special. It requires no qualifications or tests—just opening it guarantees the class-change," Shen Mo said, his tone shifting. "But how much power you gain depends on your effort and whether you can endure the training methods from these cans."
"Sounds challenging, but I don't fear challenges!" Might Guy replied, as expected.
"Then buy them," Tsunade said. "The funds allocated were meant to strengthen you."
Without Konoha's budget, the Hyuga clan's donation, and their own contributions, a broke guy like Might Guy couldn't afford so many cans.
Since it was agreed, he didn't hesitate.
He even scraped together a bit more.
Covering the shortfall, he bought ten.
Everyone watched, curious about what these unique Extreme Martial Emperor Series cans would yield.
Might Guy, true to his no-hesitation style, opened the first.
Inside was a stack of yellow talismans.
"Talismans?" Everyone paused.
In their world, talismans typically sealed chakra into ninjutsu, like explosive tags—the most common kind.
"A godsend for body trainers," Shen Mo said, recognizing them. "Gravity Talismans. They train not just muscles but organs and bones too."
Yes, the famed Gravity Talismans.
In Dragon Ball, Goku loved gravity training.
"Like weights?" Might Guy asked, thinking of his usual gear.
"Try one," Shen Mo grinned. "Stick it on. These are basic—each doubles gravity for twenty-four hours. Stackable."
Might Guy slapped one on.
His eyes lit up.
"This feeling…"
More effective than weights. Every muscle, finger, hair, organ—everything felt the doubled weight.
Strangely…
The ground beneath seemed unaffected.
"Too strong!"
Might Guy slapped on another.
Smack!—Triple gravity.
Another!
Smack!—Quadruple gravity.
At four times, he started panting.
His limbs handled it, but his organs felt strained, breathing rapid.
"Huff, huff, so challenging!"
Might Guy took a few steps, feeling his stamina drain.
"If it's too much, remove it," Shen Mo said, then added as Might Guy reached to peel one off, "But once removed, it's void."
Might Guy froze.
He was testing his limit.
But void if removed?
The stack held about fifty talismans. A Level 3 can cost five million ryō, so… a hundred thousand per talisman!?
His face reddened—maybe from quadruple gravity, maybe something else.
"Ohhh, my youth is igniting!" Might Guy gasped, clenching his fists, lips pursed, gazing skyward at a forty-five-degree angle, shouting with iron will, "Just four times gravity? No way I'll yield, huff, huff!"
Talking drained more stamina.
No, adjust breathing, breathe.
Might Guy focused on regulating his breath.
"Guy, training has limits," Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed, shaking his head.
"No problem!"
Might Guy slowly raised his thumb, flashing a radiant grin.
It was tough.
But as he adjusted his breathing, he adapted to the gravity, like training with weights—except weights couldn't train organs, only muscle strength.
Indeed.
These can items were youthful, passionate!
"Gravity Talismans are common in there," Shen Mo chuckled. "Keep going. Nine cans left."
"Mm!" Might Guy held back words to endure the talismans for the full twenty-four hours.
No waste!
He'd persist to the end!
His youth blazed!
Might Guy continued, his movements slower under the strain.
The second can held a light orb.
It contained a training fist technique.
As an expert, Might Guy saw its depth instantly. It worked every body part, burned stamina, and, with practice, boosted flexibility and reaction speed.
Great stuff.
Too bad practicing now might kill him…
He suppressed his excitement, even limiting speech, his expression comically strained.
But the others knew.
That orb's contents were likely top-notch.
From the next cans, Might Guy pulled another hundred Gravity Talismans, an offensive fist technique, a thin-but-heavy weighted suit, a Nen-enhancing light orb, and a potion for healing overtraining injuries…
All tied to training and combat.
Even Might Guy had to admit…
With these, his training efficiency and passion soared compared to without.
Not just efficiency.
Normal methods couldn't train organs.
At the ninth can…
The moment it opened…
Blue mist surged out.
Everyone, including Might Guy, perked up!
No mistake—this was…
—A Blue Rare item!
The grand prize of Level 3 cans!
"Nice luck," Shen Mo smiled.
Given Level 3 cans' cost, Shen Mo doubled the grand prize odds.
Not five in a thousand, like Level 2.
But one in a hundred.
Even so, hitting it in ten cans was great luck.
Like pulling an SSR in a ten-roll.