Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 31 The Pressure of Public Opinion

Just then, the heavy metal door suddenly creaked open and slowly slid open to both sides. The officer from before pushed in a handcart filled with all sorts of food, the aroma of which was irresistible.

The officer carefully placed the food items one by one on the table in front of Uchiha Fugaku, then respectfully said, "Please enjoy your meal. We didn't know your preferences, so we prepared a variety of dishes; we hope you find them to your liking."

Fugaku nodded slightly, as if to express his gratitude for the officer's thoughtful service. His gaze swept over the food and landed on the officer.

"When will General Stark arrive?" Fugaku asked, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The officer bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "The general has some urgent matters to attend to, but he will be here to see you soon. Please be patient and wait."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, Fugaku Uchiha spoke up calmly: "By the way, I've finished reading these books. I'd like some new ones."

"What?" The officer stopped abruptly, turning around in shock to look at Fugaku in disbelief. His gaze swept quickly across the empty pile of books on the table, his expression shifting from confusion to astonishment.

Normally, it would take a normal person several months, or even a year, to read all these dozens of books. How could this person have read them all in such a short time?

Seeing that the officer hadn't reacted for a long time, Fugaku Uchiha raised an eyebrow slightly and calmly asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

The officer quickly regained his composure, forcing a smile and clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment. "No, no problem," he replied somewhat flusteredly, "I'll prepare the new books for you as soon as possible. Please... please wait patiently."

Fugaku Uchiha picked up a few books from the table, flipped through them casually, and then handed them to the officer. "I'm quite interested in the contents of these books. I hope you can help me find more books on similar topics."

The officer looked up and met Fugaku's unfathomable black eyes, and suddenly felt a strange palpitation in his heart.

The man before me appeared easygoing and calm, but his every move exuded an indescribable sense of authority and oppression, like a lurking beast that sent chills down my spine.

"I...I understand." The officer tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled slightly. "I will find it for you as soon as possible. Please...please wait a moment."

After saying that, the officer quickly walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, Fugaku Uchiha gently placed the book he was holding back on the table, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling array of food on the trolley beside him, his brows furrowing slightly.

Despite the tempting aroma of the food, his years of experience fighting on the battlefield told him that caution was always the best course of action in such an environment.

Fugaku reached into his robes and pulled a soldier's ration pill from his ninja pouch. This was his standard equipment for missions—lightweight, convenient, and nutritious, it was a staple food for ninjas.

He put the soldier's ration pill in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and quickly swallowed it. It tasted somewhat bitter and wasn't very palatable, but Fugaku didn't care at all. For him, replenishing his strength and maintaining his fighting ability was the most important thing.

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At this moment on the other side

General Stark stood in front of a huge screen, his eyes glued to the images on it.

In the scene, Fugaku Uchiha is sitting at a table, holding a thick book in his hands, reading intently.

"He's been reading?" Stark asked, tilting his head with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes," the intelligence officer beside him replied respectfully, "he's been reading ever since we sent those books; he's hardly stopped. And..."

The intelligence officer paused, pointed to the list of books on the screen, and continued, "Judging from his selections, he seems particularly interested in our history. Most of them are works about major events in our planet's past, social changes, and so on."

General Stark nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the screen. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

"Why is he so interested in our history?" Stark muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse.

At this moment, the entire command room was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the large screen in front of them.

The next second, he stretched out his finger and swiped lightly on the screen, and the image immediately switched to a news report.

A Mysterious Hero Appears! The Truth Behind the Collapsed City Wall

On the screen, Casey stands in the center of the crowd, holding up a banner that reads "The Truth! We want the truth!" with a resolute gaze.

She looked around and shouted, "The collapse of the city wall has claimed countless innocent lives under the rubble! The government must give us an explanation! Where is that mysterious hero? Who is he? We have the right to know the truth!"

A chorus of cheers erupted from the crowd, and the flags billowed and rippled in the sea of ​​people like waves.

"He saved all our lives," Casey said to a young man beside her, her voice filled with admiration. "We can't let his achievements be forgotten. He deserves everyone's respect and praise."

General Stark stared at the news report on the screen, his brow furrowed. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly deep in thought.

"It seems the public is very concerned about the collapse of the city wall and the mysterious man," he said in a deep voice. "The situation is more intense than we anticipated."

"Sir, should we consider issuing a statement to the public?" the assistant suggested cautiously. "Perhaps we can release some information appropriately to appease the public."

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Stark snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Let those high and mighty gentlemen worry about it. They cut our budget and insisted on building that city wall, and now they're finally paying the price."

Just then, an adjutant strode into the command room, stood at attention, and saluted Stark.

"Reporting to the general, the two monster experts have arrived," the adjutant said respectfully.

Stark nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Tell them to wait a moment, I have more important things to take care of."

After saying that, he stood up and strode towards the door: "Let's go, let's go see this mysterious person."

The intelligence officer hesitated for a second, then quickly caught up, jogging a couple of steps to walk alongside Stark: "Sir, is it really appropriate for us to go see him so rashly? We still know very little about him."

"Understood?" Stark stopped and turned around. "He has shown us his strength and goodwill. Now, it's our turn to show our sincerity."

He reached out and patted the intelligence officer on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "Sometimes, understanding a person cannot rely solely on intelligence and data. More important is direct communication."

"But..." The intelligence officer wanted to say something more, but Stark interrupted him.

"Let's go," Stark patted him on the shoulder, his tone firm, "to meet our guests."

(End of this chapter)