A few months after Kakashi returns home, his dear, dear friend Genma sets out to throw him a party. Somehow, word spreads among the shinobi that a party is to be held in the local bar for (ha ha!) Kakashi himself! Despite the fact that Kakashi's birthday was months ago.

Equally amazing is how easily Kakashi is shanghaied into this madness, which Genma and a few other old ANBU associates are using for the age-old purpose of picking up chicks. Kakashi sighs, trying to ignore his numerous well-wishers, as well as the large banner proclaiming him to be fifty years old. Genma . . . He catches sight of a flash of pink on the far end of the bar and tilts his head meditatively; perhaps this evening won't be unmentionable torture after all. Unfortunately he is immediately distracted by an equally colorful drawing shoved into his hands.

One glimpse is enough.

Kakashi has not blushed in ten years but Jiraiya's "birthday present" colors him scarlet. He is sure that his face has caught fire.

Jiraiya claps his shoulder with a boisterous chuckle. "Couldn't resist, my friend," he says, eying the same pink-haired female Kakashi had noticed. "Look at those legs!"