Chapter 88
Saitama took the initiative to collect the bowls and chopsticks, then helped Granny Kaka pick out the fish from the pot. The two sat at the table and began their dinner.
It was nearly six o’clock by then. By the time they finished eating, night had completely fallen.
"Granny, I have something to take care of tonight. You should get some rest early," Saitama said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and guiding her toward the bedroom.
"Alright, go on. This old woman doesn’t need babysitting," Uchiha Kaka chuckled, the wrinkles on her face deepening with the motion. She looked old, but her eyes were bright—clear and undimmed by time.
Saitama smiled and walked out. Just outside, he saw Kaka still standing near the door, watching him silently. She gave him a small wave before turning back inside.
With a sigh, Uchiha Kaka closed the door behind him. She walked to the other side of the room, turned on the television, and lay on the bed, watching quietly.
About half an hour later, Saitama arrived at the Uchiha compound and headed toward Uchiha Fugaku’s home. In the yard, a young Itachi was training with shuriken, repeatedly striking a wooden target under the light.
"Oh, Itachi!" Saitama called as he stepped in, not bothering to close the gate behind him.
"Brother Saitama!" Itachi’s eyes lit up. He stopped his training and jogged over excitedly.
Saitama smiled. He enjoyed the way Itachi treated him—earnest, warm, and respectful. He reached out and ruffled Itachi’s hair. The boy didn’t resist but leaned into it, enjoying the rare moment of closeness.
Though Saitama was only five years older, his maturity made the age gap feel much larger.