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"I'm back."

"You're home early today. How was school?"

Sword Star's mother, Kiko, leaned half her body out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

Kiko was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with gentle features and an ever-present smile.

"It was fine, nothing special," Sword Star replied. "Oh, two friends are coming over for dinner tonight. Would that be too much trouble?"

"Not at all. It's rare for Sword Star to bring friends home. Mom couldn't be happier." Kiko smiled warmly. "I'll just add a couple more dishes. It's no trouble at all..."

But—

The way you rolled up your sleeves and raised your cleaver, ready to go all out, made it hard to believe you were "just adding a couple more dishes."

"How about I help you out?" Sword Star said.

"No need!" Kiko waved her little hand. "Don't underestimate a full-time housewife."

He definitely wasn't underestimating her. If every housewife had your combat power, a hundred thousand White Zetsu would be no more than an ingredient.

A piece of cake.

The kitchen was clearly Kiko's domain, where no one else was allowed to point fingers. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire. Once, Sword Star's dad had gotten carried away, gesticulating grandly and holding forth with passion. The result was a week of saltless stew.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Leave the food to me!" Kiko declared energetically.

"All right. Then I'll go check on the Insect House."

Sword Star took off his sunglasses and coat, removed the weights from his hands and feet, and headed to the Insect House.

As the name suggested, the Insect House was where the Aburame Clan raised insects.

The Aburame Clan fed insects with their own chakra, allowing them to parasitize their bodies and controlling them in return. But the