"Where is he located?!" Tacki scowled with irritation. "That silk guy…we should have gotten a card from him."

"Well, he was nearly butt-naked when you took all the silk from him. I wouldn't take a card if he pulled it out of his ass," Kamikaze grunted and chewed on the stick in his mouth.

"Seriously?" Tacki rolled her eyes at him. "Anyways, Inichi offered to help us just now. He's in City R. Just along the beach border to City S. Let's go!"

"Are we gonna run there?" Kamikaze asked. Then he found himself in one of Cold Snap's flickering specs with Tacki. It looked like a bubble on transport, but everyone else would see an odd snowflake falling out of nowhere to reveal them again within seconds. "I see…"

"Hmm…" Tacki scrutinized the small shop they were in front of now. A small outdoor area with a garden of mulberry trees was around the back. There were various stages of silkworms in levels of growth neatly set in specialized containers. There were around forty of the white with black marking, specialized worms per mesh container. They were all carefully maintained up to their cocooning phase.

"Oh! I…didn't expect you here…" the silk man said when he saw them outside. He was dressed in sandals, jean shorts and a basic shirt of purple coloring to show he was maintaining the shop. If he was expecting visitors, he would have been dressed far more properly. "I know I never came by the restaurant yet, but I was ordering and growing a very specific breed of silkworm. I wanted to have the cloth ready to show you, but the worms had to grow first. I always keep at least one container of cocoons to let the moths breed out."

"To continue the life cycle. I get that," Tacki nodded. "What do you have right now? I'd like to see it."

"I did have enough silk created to make a nice gown," he nodded. "I wanted to make a complimentary tuxedo suit before approaching you. The gown took most of my silk reserves."

"We never did get your real name. Just, eh…Silk Man…" Kamikaze grunted out. He did pause at a beautifully done haori in deep blue with vibrant red lining. "Okay. This is nice…"

"I'm glad you approve!" the man chuckled. "You can call me Naito."

"Nice to know your real name!" Tacki beamed. She was shown the golden dress with shimmery sleeves of graceful silk on a rolling floor mannequin. She felt the quality and texture through her fingers. On tracing the pattern of the silk, she gave a pleased sound. She studied how the dress would hug one's figure and scallop down in rich rolls to the floor.

A gentle belt sash was elegantly tied around the waist of the mannequin, and the back of the dress had a flowing scarf attached to it. Small, glittering sequins were stitched in various areas to add a touch of sparkle when one turned in it. It would give a daring, plunging neckline when worn, and was practically sleeveless. The entire dress glowed with enchanting power and was definitely catching to the eye of any who would gaze at it.

"That is one hell of a dress," Kamikaze chuckled.

"Yes. I had made it with the new silk I got from the silkworms I purchased. Then I dyed it in a specialized dye that contained golden powder to make it truly seem like one is wearing gold. What do you think?" Naito asked. Tacki was studying every stitch and hem of the dress with incredible scrutiny.

"I want to get this dress for Lady Mitsumi. I was just told that she needs to go to an event in City H in a couple days. Even though we may have removed a threat, another event is going to be staged of sorts for Hero Association awareness. This dress is perfect. I will give you 500,000 yen for the dress. Right now," Tacki grinned widely. Kamikaze looked at her with small frown.

"Already? I mean…the dress is…just as awesome as if you made it…" he mused. Naito was trying not to faint.

"In fact, I want to hire you to make gowns for her from this point forward. We plan to make a shop with exclusive items to sell in it, so we can include stuff from your shop, too. So, if she needs a gown, you would make it for her. I could do it easily in record time, but I don't mind letting another do it to let me get other things done.

"This way you can take your time to ensure perfection in your ways if we need a dress a bit far off. So, I can handle the rush jobs. You can handle things when we have excess time. Your quality is near-matching to mine. And I'm now told that Lady Mitsumi is in full agreement with me," Tacki beamed at the staggering man.

"I…don't know what to say…!" Naito could only manage to voice out with shock. Inichi and Fubuki soon arrived, and they stared with complete admiration at the dress being shown. Inichi walked over to a deep grey suit and was completely taken by its simplistic design.

"I wanna hire him for Lady Mitsumi," Tacki said. "Right now."

"We can do that," Inichi nodded. "And I think I may want this suit…"

"How much?" Tacki asked.

"Well…that's a 200,000 yen suit…" Naito said with a small swallow.

"Sold," Inichi chuckled. "We'll wire you the payments."

"Ah…!" Naito gaped. "But…how do you have the funds…?!"

"Lady Mitsumi is the heiress to the Takashi fortune in full. Money is…no objective for her. At all. She gives much of it to those that need help, and she funds the Hero Association anonymously," Inichi chuckled. Naito's jaw dropped at this news and shook his head after regaining himself.

"I've always dreamed of making clothing for someone who appreciates true elegance and design. I never imagined…I mean…I sent in samples of my work to various fashion shows, but I was always declined!" Naito sighed irritably.

"Lemme guess. You made extremely elegant suits of superb quality and no one wanted to buy from you from your prices? Or because you had no backing?" Tacki asked. "Because, as of today, you're gonna get both."

"And it was both of those reasons, sadly enough," Naito sighed. "I was usually ridiculed and outclassed. At least the clothes were sent back undamaged."

"Not anymore," Kamikaze grinned. "You're gonna make a lot of people jealous in no time at all."

"Do you think you can make me a dress?" Fubuki asked with a small blush.

"Ah…sure! I mean…how would this work?" Naito asked. "If you want to hire me and such…"

"We can set up a contract right now. As I am telepathic, I am in a conversation with Lady Mitsumi as we speak. Both she and Mr. Saitama would like to gift you with a bank account of five million yen as a welcoming package. And, should you need any specialized equipment, you reach out to me directly with a mental thought," Inichi said with a small nod. "We can still pay you for the clothing, or you can sell excess through us when our shop is made."

"I have no words to express my gratitude!" Naito sighed. "Ah! Let me show you how I make the silk?"

"Yes!" Tacki whooped. He led them to the back patio and unlocked it with a small key. He moved to a series of crates that were set with small squares. Each square was filled with a mature cocoon that the silkworm used for space. He ran it through a machine to knock the cocoons loose and extract the excess silk that held the cocoons in place. Tacki was quick to gather it up to use it in other things. After that, he removed any cocoons that didn't look very good in quality, but he set them in another area for the moths to hatch.

Boiling water was set in a large bowl, and the pristine cocoons were steeped into it. With the pupae killed and the thread loosened, Naito expertly swirled a small hook into the water to draw up the threads. It was run through a spinner and carefully cranked to start the small machine to start threading the silk.

"I've never seen how silk was made before! What happens to the insects inside?" Fubuki asked.

"They are a delicacy to various people, but they can also be fed to animals," Naito chuckled while he worked.

"We should serve them to some of the nobles at that gathering," Inichi muttered. "I'm sure Orotsu can make them into various edibles."

"Just not for us," Kamikaze grimaced.

"Of course not. Orotsu can disguise anything to taste like something else. He can make other things that look just like what they would be eating," Inichi chuckled. "Nothing wrong with that, eh?"

"As long as Sweet Mask gets one," Fubuki said with a wicked grin. That got Inichi dying with laughter at the thought.

"We need to video him eating it and then his reaction to what he ate!" Tacki snickered wickedly. As they continued to converse and watch how the silk got processed, back at City Z the yacht was being thoroughly examined.

Deep Sea Prince was guiding a waterproof drone around the underside of it. Rendor and Tatsumaki were exploring the inside. They had found the identification of the yacht and were already on the phone with the company that made the yacht. They were fairly surprised to find out that it was stolen.

"How was it stolen?" Tatsumaki frowned after the call ended.

"Apparently, someone just went on the lot and took it. Didn't even need the keys. That means a Secret Skins likely had an ability to do this. Either they drove it off the lot if it was in the ocean, or they had it teleported. Hard to say," Rendor mumbled out in thought.

"But…it's a big, friggin' yacht! How could they not find it?!" Tatsumaki asked with frustrated confusion. "I mean…think about it!"

"I think they had someone on the inside covering tracks," Rendor mused. "Because, well…you're right. How could they not find it with all the tracking in it? And no security footage of it going missing? This happened two years ago, too, so all of that footage is likely archived. But, there is a silver lining on all this."

"What's that?" she asked and squeaked when he pulled her close to snuggle her. She nestled into his protective embrace and sighed with a rare form of quiet contentment. Then she laughed when he scooped her up to carry her around.

"Lady Mitsumi wants the yacht. She wired a million yen to legitimately purchase it. Of course, the boat isn't worth all that much, but she also wanted to support their business this way and cover any outstanding fees on the yacht. So, we can go on a boat ride whenever we want!" he grinned at her blushing face. "We can even go fishing if we wanted to! Isn't that exciting?"

"Everything is with you," she said softly and let him kiss her. Deep Sea Prince was scouring everywhere under the yacht with the underwater drone and saw a rather suspicious compartment under the main hull. He sent a message to Inichi to see Blue Ripple swimming over to join him.

"I had to see this for myself," Blue Ripple rumbled and focused on the small door. "Hmm. It's electronic. So…incredibly waterproof…"

"Move my drone closer," Metal Knight said through the drone. Deep Sea Prince nodded and swam up to the odd hatch. The drone let out a sonar ping at the mechanical lock. When that didn't work, a small arm revealed itself with various lock picking 'fingers'. One of them worked and the hatch opened. What fell out was quickly caught and inspected. And it infuriated Blue Ripple.

"This is a Wind Crane Clan artifact! From the training room I was guarding!" he growled. "How did one get in?!"

"We should inspect it above the water," Deep Sea Prince said. Blue Ripple nodded and rose up to the surface with him.

"Wind Crane sent me over. You had a treasure room?" Zenchu asked from where he stood on the yacht and gazed down at them.

"Yes. A bit away from the training room entrance, but I was asked to help guard a few treasures. Now I need to check if anything else was taken!" Blue Ripple hissed. Rendor walked over with Tatsumaki in his arms to wave at him.

"Send me and my girl. We'll look," Rendor said. As they now discussed how to get there, Saitama was giving a hard stare at the ceiling of the penthouse bedroom. Mitsumi was pulled against him protectively, and he looked at her when she tickled up his chest.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Blue Ripple was guarding a secret treasure room. From our clan," Saitama said to her. "That boat we just bought. It had a secret compartment under it. One of the artifacts that he guarded was just found."

"What?!" she gasped with outrage.

"Wind Crane just told me. Rendor and his girl are gonna look into it. A part of me does want to go, too, as it's clan secrets. It's my clan too, now. We both run it as equal partners. However, we promised Takaki an at home day. Things are getting done as planned with Stable Rock's gems. I just…feel that we may need to be there from clan needs," he frowned a bit.

"What was recovered?" Mitsumi asked.

"I just found out. It's a lever that unlocks another secret. Now Blue Ripple is intensely worried," Tangled Vine said with a small grimace. "He should have told us about this treasure room, but he had completely forgotten about it. The lever jostled his memory. He admitted that he never gave it much thought due to how secure the room was. He has no idea how anyone could have found it after all this time. The room didn't hold much, but it did hold artifacts that strictly belonged to the clan. He is unsure of what all was taken."

"Craaaap…" Saitama groaned. He leaned back in the treasure bed and ran a hand over his face with disbelief.

"In fact…that lantern that Isobe had. It was part of that room…" Tangled Vine now said with intense concern. Mitsumi's jaw dropped at this and began to fret. "Stable Rock, what do you think we should do?"

"I am…bringing…the room…here…" the earth monster growled. "All…of the…special…rooms…are being…brought…here…"

"Ah! You said you wanted to do that before, too!" Mitsumi said with hopeful delight. "Do you plan to leave empty rooms of sorts?"

"With…traps…and a…message…that the rooms…are gone…destroyed…" he snickered. "That they…have been…reclaimed…by the clan…"

"Good. You going to leave traps that will bring the intruders to us?" Saitama asked with a small grin.

"Yes…" Stable Rock chuckled. Then he swooned at the head scratching he got with sheer delight.

"Stable Rock, do you think it would be possible to find the items that were taken?" Mitsumi asked softly.

"Hmm…not I…but…as they are…important…to you…" he mused. Then he called on Cold Snap to appear.

"Mom! I can do what I did with your family rings! The items are very important, and I know I can find them. I'll talk to Blue Ripple to see if he can remember what was supposed to be in that room," Cold Snap nodded.

"That's right! And it would be reclaiming stolen property. Yes, please do this?" Mitsumi nodded to him.

"I'll check on the training rooms, too, when they get set up underneath the home. All of the training rooms are gonna be centered in a circular pattern. We'll need to tell the people at the spa that the training room and side room will be moved away to here. They'll still have the sanctuary part. And we still need to go to the one in the flower fields. Um…I did think of a name for those white flowers. Want to hear it?" Cold Snap chuckled.

"What do you have in mind?" Saitama smiled.

"Wind Drops," Cold Snap grinned.

"Yes! That name is so pretty! And it describes the flowers as drops of wind from how they look and smell. I'll need to get the new fans to get that scent, too, so we may as well plan to go there first thing tomorrow. In fact, Saitama, we should have Black Sperm make his stronger friends there. The smell of the flowers will definitely help us keep them under control," she said seriously.

"That is an excellent idea," Saitama nodded to her with agreement.

"I just told him. He's having clones going to the tree house there now. They'll all be on watch mode to protect the home until ready to form together. He's been making tons and tons of clones! Like…he could cover a full city! It's crazy! But all of them promised to be your pets, Dad. Everything will be fine," Cold Snap said with a stern nod. "I'll even freeze them all in place if something goes wrong! That I can promise!"

"And zapped," Bright Bolt snickered.

"I am still curious if I can make my own form of a specialized flower. If we can all make a tree with a combination of our needs. We need to test that," Tangled Vine mused. "I can check the training rooms when they appear."

"Let my son do that," Saitama said. "We need you here."

"Do you?" Tangled Vine blinked his glowing emerald green eyes at him.

"Your purring keeps Takaki calm," Saitama said in a low mutter. Overgrown Rover huffed and moved aside. Scritch chittered and did the same to reveal Mitsumi's belly. Tangled Vine carefully moved to curl up on her now and purr. He chuckled at the small kicks, and he adjusted himself to let Saitama slip his hand under his body to rest on Mitsumi. Then he gave a heavy sigh in thought.

"What's wrong, love?" she asked.

"I can handle people approaching me for weird stuff. Wanting to date me only because I'm strong. But when they go after you? Threaten you? Tell you to leave me?! Want you to get rid of my kid or say they'd be a better dad than me?! It's that crap that really gets under my skin!" he growled.

"I actually feel offended around those people," she frowned and pressed into her husband gratefully. "But we knew it was going to happen."

"And now being called the 'richest woman in the world' is just stupid," he grumbled. "I just don't get it. Heck, I'm pretty much the 'richest man in the world' just for marrying you! They ignore that?! Ugh…"

They both looked at his phone when it rang, and he reached for it to put it on speaker. The feminine voice on the other line said, "Hello! I am calling for Mitsumi Takashi. Is she available?"

"Maybe. I'm her husband. What is the call for?" Saitama asked warily.

"It's a private matter-" the voice started before he hung up the call.

"Seriously?!" Mitsumi grimaced. Then she spoke in the live chat, "Metal Knight, we just got a call on Saitama's phone. Please trace this number…"

"I got it," Metal Knight confirmed after getting it. "Hmm…"

"Who is it?" Saitama asked.

"Lady Mitsumi, it appears to be a small group that specializes in funding for various political needs," Siren said in her gravelly tone with a hard sigh. "They also do other things, too, so it's hard to say. I'd just ask them if they have a product for us to show we don't know we're on to them."

"Hmm. Okay. We won't mention anything about politics. We'll let them bring it up. Or try to," Saitama nodded.

"Saitama, if they call back, we should tell them of the event in City H. The one we plan to do at that hotel. I do want to do something for both Hero Association and Heroic Monster Association awareness. If they want to speak with me, they must come to that event. And they must purchase their own event ticket to show support for the cause," Mitsumi chuckled. "That will show how serious they are in meeting with me. I will not do business deals over a phone call with those I don't know."

"Okay. I agree," he nodded. "When do we plan to have the event?"

"I…sort of want to have it when my father is back. He can really show us what's important in that hidden room. So, it will not only give us time to prepare for his re-appearance, but we can set up a really good event, too," Mitsumi smiled.

"I have been working with the event staffing of the Hero Association. Sweet Mask will have a virtual meeting with me later today on this. So, rest assured, I'm already making plans for us. Leave all of that to me," Metal Knight assured them through the live chat. When Saitama's phone rang again, it was answered to ensure Metal Knight was able to listen in closely.

"Why did you hang up on me?!" the feminine voice scowled.

"Because I'm protective of my wife. She is right here with me. You are on speaker. No, you will not talk to her directly. I'm listening in. What do you want? Spit it out," Saitama said flatly.

"This is very sensitive information-" the feminine voice started up.

"Enough!" Mitsumi growled out. "You will talk to me in front of my husband or not at all!"

"Ah…! My sincerest apologies!" the voice cringed.

"You thought I was bluffing when I said my wife was with me? Seriously?!" Saitama growled out with a form of disgust.

"I am not going to throw my money at just anyone over a phone call," Mitsumi said with a warning in her tone. "I don't care about how you got my husband's phone number. I don't have a personal phone anymore. He screens my calls with me at his side. He listens to everything I am a part of. So, what do you want? I'm supposed to be relaxing today."

"I'm part of a small organization that was hoping to delight you with a product we've been developing," the feminine voice said with determination.

"Hold up," Saitama said quickly. "You're only reaching out to her from her intense wealth. Right?"

"Ah…well…"

"And if she wasn't rich, you wouldn't be reaching out. Right?" Saitama asked again. "Because, as her husband, I share her wealth. I screen how it gets spent. You think you could just get past me to her directly? Think again! I don't think we should give you or your 'company' a single coin!"

"We both make the decision together," Mitsumi said. Stable Rock snorted and seemed to glare at the phone with the other pets. "If you really want my funding on an anonymous project, then you should plan to appear at an event I will be assisting with hosting. It will be at a luxury hotel in City H. That will be in two weeks. Prepare your speech and your product. Then I'll judge with my husband if it is worthy enough for my attention."

"Oh! Um…" the feminine voice started with indecision.

"And if you really want to show up, you'll purchase a spot to ensure you get to meet with us. You support us with a Hero Association donation. We'll see what you have to say. Or whoever shows up. Just know this. If you show us a crap product, you'll get crap results," Saitama warned. "I want to be amazed at what you have. Two weeks. Be there and wear your best. We plan to make it a very glitzy, high-class event. It's to be for two associations, so it's the Hero Association and the Heroic Monster Association. All for awareness for them."

"Ah…how much will it be?" the feminine voice asked.

"That's to be determined. Reach out to the Hero Association for further details," Mitsumi said with an air of boredom in her tone. Saitama grinned lightly at her. She's being the annoyed rich girl that's expected of her.

"And remember. My wife and I are also S class heroes. So, if you say anything rude to or about the association we are a part of…" Saitama started up.

"We will know," Mitsumi said with a mutter. The call hung up after that, and she squeaked when Saitama tackled her. Then he muted the microphone.

"You are such a turn on," he grinned. Cold Snap laughed at them and made his way out quickly. The pets moved off the bed to show they understood the next few minutes were needed. Just as Saitama started to get intimate, Chulz's voice was heard over the live chat.

"Ah, is anyone here? I have successfully recorded my events, and I was given approval to start reviving the female," Chulz started. "But…"

"What?" Saitama asked after unmuting the microphone.

"My message…it has others curious on how strong others really are here. We may get…more visitors," Chulz said with worry. "We must do the revival now. Is it possible?"

"I can…help…bring…the body…" Stable Rock grunted out.

"So can Cold Snap. Let's start the process. Just, eh…give me and Mitsumi ten minutes. It'll give you time to prepare," Saitama said. This was confirmed, and the microphone was muted again.

"It's really going to happen," Mitsumi said with a hopeful gaze at her husband. "To see if this works…"

"Yeah. Honda's first. Then your dad," he smiled and pressed a loving kiss on her mouth. We'll see how it works as discussed. Then we'll start preparing for Etsuji to come back. We have a lot to do. After watching this resurrection process start, it's back to the bedroom, though. I don't want my son to start getting pissed at me. I can't let him cause Mitsumi too much stress.