Outside, a faint scent of fresh grass wafted in. The straight wooden corridor, the courtyard dotted with bamboo and rocks, the pebble-paved paths, unknown flowers and plants, the shallow pond, and a few koi—all showed that the owner here truly knew how to enjoy life.

You’d never guess that beneath this guy’s rough exterior and wild, net-patterned bodysuit, there was actually an artistic soul... Truly a pervert!

Being carried by the scruff of his neck, Henry Carter didn’t resist, but instead curiously looked around. To his surprise, this home was very peaceful—no pillars stuck with shuriken, no giant pits left from ninjutsu practice. Immersed in tranquility, Henry Carter relaxed, but before he could snap out of it, he was roughly plopped onto a chair. Before he could complain, the unique aroma of food drifted into his nose, and his stomach cooperated by growling loudly.

“Zixiao, you should be gentler.” Sarah Baker patted her husband disapprovingly, then smiled kindly at Henry Carter. “Especially with such a cute boy. I was really startled at first!”

Uh... Let’s just not talk about the whole “cute” thing.

Chapter 5: You Will Definitely Become a Great Ninja Someday

Sarah Baker, wife of William Baker, the lady of the house. Her black hair was coiled up, her features delicate, and her smile as gentle as a Yamato Nadeshiko—she was a very charming woman. Her housewife attire didn’t diminish her beauty at all; if anything, it added to it. Henry Carter was stunned by her beauty, secretly lamenting that all the good cabbages get snatched by pigs.

“Compared to you, I’m already very gentle.” William Baker muttered, voice low, sounding a bit aggrieved. He remembered the night he brought Henry Carter home—his smiling wife instantly turned dark, nine streaks of black aura shooting skyward, transforming into a nine-tailed beast and unleashing a lion’s roar. “Who did you have this brat with? If you don’t explain today, I’ll cut off your manhood...” It wasn’t until William produced an S-rank mission scroll from the Hokage’s handbook that the storm subsided. Wronged and miserable, William Baker was even more depressed the next day when the neighbors looked at him like he was scum.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, I just said it’s all my fault for not explaining in advance, which made the neighbors misunderstand. That’s all.”

Henry Carter watched in shock from the side. This scene looked so familiar—where had he seen it before?

“As long as you know. From today until this time next year, you’re washing all the dishes.” Sarah looked at him with disdain. “You ruined my image in front of the neighbors, so just washing dishes for a year is letting you off easy.” After speaking, she returned to her gentle smile, patted Henry Carter’s head, and said, “I’m Sarah Baker. Please take care of me from now on.”

“Ah... Ah! Hello, big sister, I’m Du... Henry Baker. Please take care of me from now on.” Henry Carter quickly stood up and flattered her, acting cute to curry favor with the real power in the house. With his sharp eyes, he was ready to pledge allegiance. He firmly believed that in any world, women always care about their age.

“My, what a sensible child!” Sarah covered her mouth and laughed. This kid has good taste.

William Baker was fuming at Henry Carter’s shameless flattery. He calls me “uncle” but calls my wife “big sister”? Am I really that old? This brat is clearly doing it on purpose! Anger surged, and William Baker raised his iron fist of love, ready to explode, but...

“Why are you standing up?” Sarah turned and said coldly, “Are you going to serve the dishes?”

“Yes.”

“They’re in the usual place. Go!”

“I’ll go right away.”

Bowing and scraping, William Baker sighed, glancing at the beaming Henry Carter who was showering compliments. He couldn’t help but lament—he knew he’d never have the upper hand with this little brat in the future.

After chatting with Henry Carter for a bit, Sarah gracefully walked away. Once William Baker finished serving the food, he came over carrying a little girl about two years old. With short, deep purple hair and bright gray eyes, the little girl immediately noticed a stranger at the table and curiously sized him up.

“Henry Carter, this is my—William’s—daughter, Emily Baker. You two should get along well from now on!” Sarah said happily, holding Emily. William Baker also smiled faintly. Killing and death are a ninja’s fate, but only home is his true harbor, his last pure land, the one thing he’d risk his life to protect.

“Emily, Henry Carter will be your big brother from now on, so be good.”

“Guo guo!”

Even without Sarah’s introduction, from the distinctive hair and eyes, Henry Carter could guess this was their daughter. But the name Emily Baker made his eyes widen.

Who is Emily Baker? She herself isn’t particularly strong or famous, but her teacher, Richard King, is a legendary figure in Naruto, a key character throughout the entire story. As the only boss in Naruto to survive until the very end, Richard King is known as the one who can keep bouncing back even if the protagonist falls—his survival skills are maxed out.