Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

In the photo, a kind old man and a young girl stand together with smiles on their faces, against a backdrop of blue sky, white clouds, and the boundless universe.

The girl was Catherine, and the old man was her father, Howard Glass, the Grand Commander of the Frontier fleet.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black suit.

His weathered face was full of authority, and his deep eyes seemed to see through everything.

President Howard Glass put down the documents in his hand, looked up, and looked at Biruhu.

His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as he carefully observed the young scientist from Earth.

So young… This was the first impression the Grand Commander had upon meeting Hiruko.

“Mr. Hiruko, welcome to Frontier.” Grand Commander Howard-Glas stood up, extended his hand to Hiruko, and said in a steady and powerful tone, “I am Howard-Glas, Grand Commander of the Macross Frontier fleet.” Hiruko smiled and shook hands with the Grand Commander, saying, “Your Excellency, it is an honor to meet you.”

Hiruko and Howard Glass clasped hands, their eyes meeting, and they saw friendliness and goodwill in each other's eyes.

The Grand Commander gestured for Hiruko to sit down, then addressed the others in the room: "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hiruko, a scientist from Earth. Yesterday, during the Vajra invasion, he piloted his self-developed machine and made a tremendous contribution to our fleet." The others in the room nodded in greeting to Hiruko, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

Of course, these people already knew about Hiruko yesterday, but they just needed to show their enthusiasm when the time came.

Hiruko looked around. Besides the Grand Commander and Lieutenant Catherine, there were several officers in military uniform in the room.

They were all high-ranking officials in the naval government, holding the fate of Frontier in their hands.

Among them was a man with a mushroom haircut, who is presumably Lyon Mishima.

The Grand Commander cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Hiruko, we invited you here today to discuss matters concerning you and your technology..."

"Your Excellency, before we delve into these issues, could you please address my losses first?" Hiruko's voice was steady and powerful, interrupting Howard Glass's opening remarks. "I not only waited three months for this space experiment, but also invested a significant amount of money."

"Now that the experiment has been forced to stop, how should I calculate my losses?" Hiruko's tone was calm, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

His deep black eyes seemed to see into people's hearts, making the president and the officials present feel a sense of pressure.

As a research ninja, he knew the importance of taking the initiative in negotiations.

The Grand Commander pondered for a moment, then said, "Mr. Hiruko, our fleet government will certainly provide reasonable compensation for your losses."

President Howard-Glas spoke in a sincere and earnest tone, attempting to ease tensions and express the convoy government's goodwill.

Not only did Hiruko possess unprecedented technology, but it also originated from Earth. He didn't want to offend this mysterious scientist, Hiruko, over the issue of compensation.

Hiruko nodded and said, "That's good. I believe His Excellency the Grand Commander will handle this matter fairly and justly."

Taking the initiative in negotiations is crucial, and as a ninja, he has unique insights into understanding people's hearts and judging the situation.

"We can discuss the cooperation in detail later," Hiruko said calmly, looking at Howard Glass with indifferent eyes. "But I have one condition—regarding my technology, I only wish to discuss it with Your Excellency the President in private."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment, and the adjutants all showed expressions of surprise. They had not expected that Beiruk would make such a request.

The Grand Commander narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly pondering the meaning behind Hiruko's words.

President Howard Glass's weathered face showed no emotion, but his deep eyes flickered with an uncertain light.

“Mr. Hiruko, our fleet government is indeed very interested in your technology.” The Grand Commander spoke slowly, his tone tinged with caution. “But as you know, this concerns the safety and future of our entire fleet. I need my advisory team to participate in the discussion before making a final decision.” Although the Grand Commander’s words were tactful, they clearly stated his position.

He would not easily agree to Beryl's demands, because he needed to consider the interests of the entire fleet and his own safety.

Despite the president's polite refusal, Hiruko showed no disappointment or dissatisfaction.

“Since Your Excellency still has concerns, I will not insist,” Hiruko said calmly. “Then, please pay me the compensation as soon as possible.”

"I've wasted too much time in Frontier; it's time to move on to the next stop." A faint smile appeared on Hiruko's lips, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

He deliberately acted as if he didn't care, but in reality he was testing the president's bottom line and sincerity.

This was intended to test the government's attitude towards scientific research talent and advanced technology.

When they heard that the scientific ninja Hiruko, known for his exceptional research abilities and mysterious whereabouts, was leaving, the expressions of President Howard Glass and his several adjutants changed slightly.

Chapter 467

They never expected that this ninja, who had achieved great success in scientific research and was always enigmatic, would so resolutely prepare to leave.

President Howard Glass's brows were furrowed, like two insurmountable mountains, and a hint of barely concealed anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that Hiruko's research capabilities were among the best in the fleet, and letting him leave so easily would undoubtedly be an immeasurable loss to the fleet.

The adjutants exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complex emotions, as if they were having a silent yet intense exchange.

They also understood the value of Biruho ​​and knew that his departure might have many adverse effects on the fleet.

Finally, after careful consideration, the president made his decision.

He leaned forward slightly, looked earnestly at Hiruko, and said, "Mr. Hiruko, please wait a moment."

The president's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible earnestness: "Regarding your technology, we still need to discuss it further."

This is no small matter; it concerns the future direction of the fleet. Please give us some time.

At this moment, the president's tone softened considerably, as he tried to persuade the research ninja to stay with his sincerity.

He knew in his heart that the GN particle technology possessed by Birukho was crucial to the complex situation the fleet was currently facing.

Just yesterday, those gray and blue-white mechs equipped with the relevant technology overwhelmingly suppressed Vajra on the battlefield, which was a testament to Hiruko's outstanding scientific ninjutsu.

Hiruko smiled slightly, a smile that carried the calmness and composure unique to a scientific ninja, as if everything in the world was under his control.

He said slowly, "Your Excellency, I understand your difficulties."

But my time is limited. As a research ninja, my research cannot wait indefinitely; every minute and every second is crucial to the progress of the research.

The Grand Commander took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said, "Very well, Mr. Hiruko, I grant your request."

He firmly believed that Hiruko's technology was worth the price he was willing to pay, even if it came with some unknown risks.

Hiruko's demands, though seemingly forceful, actually precisely grasped the lifeline of the naval government.

He knew perfectly well that Frontier's attack on Vajra was not accidental, but intentional.

According to the intelligence he possessed, the fleet was already aware of Vajra's existence and was deliberately heading towards the center of the Milky Way in order to find Vajra's home planet.

The fleet government took such a risk because they wanted to solve the Vajra problem on their own, thereby monopolizing the resources and territory of the Vajra homeworld.

According to the laws of the Earth Unified Government, if a planet is the first to land on an uninhabited planet and successfully establish a colony, then that planet will become the territory of the colony.

If the fleet government contacts the Earth Unified Government and requests support, then the ownership of the Vajra homeworld will fall into the hands of the Unified Government.

This was absolutely unacceptable to the convoy government, so they had no choice but to take covert action and try to resolve the Vajra problem on their own.

Although the adjutants were somewhat dissatisfied with Birukhu's demands, feeling that he was being too forceful, they dared not disobey the commander-in-chief's orders.

The Grand Commander said to the others, "You may all leave. I will discuss the next steps in detail with Mr. Hiruko."

As the last adjutant left the room, the heavy wooden door slowly closed with a dull thud, as if announcing the official start of an important conversation.

Inside the room, only President Howard Glasgow and Hiruko remained.

A tense atmosphere hung in the air, like the calm before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

Hiruko sat on the soft leather sofa, his legs elegantly crossed, his posture calm and confident, like a scientific research master in control of the whole situation.

His deep black eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky, calmly gazed at the president sitting behind his desk, as if he could see through all the secrets in his heart.

President Howard Glass sat behind his large desk, his weathered face showing signs of fatigue.

The hardships and setbacks the Frontier fleet had faced along the way were like heavy boulders, leaving him exhausted.

He gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the stress of the past few days.

Vajra's invasion brought enormous losses and panic to the fleet, while Hiruko's appearance brought him a glimmer of hope, but also more questions and challenges.

He was well aware that this conversation with Birukhu was crucial, as it would determine the future direction of the Frontier fleet.

"Mr. Hiruko, do you know why I agreed to your request?" The Grand Commander broke the silence, his tone low and serious, like a dormant volcano about to erupt.

His sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on Biruhu, as if it could see through people's hearts, making people afraid to look directly at him.

He tried to find a flaw in Hiruko's expression and eyes, a clue that would allow him to take control of the situation.

Beirukhu smiled slightly, a smile like a spring breeze rippling across the water, creating layers of waves that were unfathomable.

His lips parted slightly, but the words that came out were full of confidence and composure: "Your Excellency, if I may be frank, I do not know why you agreed to my request."

I'm just a research ninja traveling here. I have no interest in politics or military affairs; my eyes are only on the vast universe of scientific research.

President Howard Glasgow originally thought that Biluhu would take this opportunity to make exorbitant demands, proposing all sorts of harsh conditions, and even resorting to threats and inducements.

However, Hiruko's answer was unexpected; his casual "I don't know" almost left him speechless.

He had never met someone who acted so unpredictably, which caught him off guard and made him even more curious about Birukho.

The president coughed twice to cover his embarrassment and try to calm his slightly fluctuating emotions.

He tapped the table lightly with his hand, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound, which seemed to be the echo of his inner thoughts, and also as a reminder to Hiruko of the importance of this conversation.

The president's rough fingers tapped rhythmically on the smooth mahogany tabletop, subtly contrasting with the silent tension in the room.

Each strike seemed to echo the heavy responsibility he bore and the seriousness of the decisions he had to make.

“Mr. Hiruko, you are truly an interesting person,” the Grand Commander said calmly, but a subtle hint of inquiry flickered in his deep eyes. “Do you really not know why I agreed to your request?”

Hiruko smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency, as I just said, I am just a research ninja traveling here."

Hiruko's smile was sincere and open, and his tone was calm and natural, as if he were truly just a scholar indifferent to worldly affairs.

He paused, then continued, "My purpose in coming to Macross Frontier is very simple: to conduct my space experiments."

"Now that the experiment is complete, I should leave." Hiruko's tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if he was somewhat annoyed by this unexpected turn of events.

He wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible and leave this troublesome place.

The Grand Commander stared intently at Biruhu, trying to find a flaw in his expression and tone, a clue that would allow him to understand Biruhu's true intentions.

However, all he saw was calm and composure, as if Hiruko was truly just a harmless research ninja.

President Howard Glass was well aware that he was in a dilemma.

He both desired to acquire Hiruko's technology to strengthen the fleet and counter the threat of Vajra, and worried that Hiruko would make excessive demands that could even threaten the fleet's interests.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the president's forehead, and his fingers, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly, were slightly white from the force.

He felt his heart pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He knew he couldn't wait passively any longer.