It happened overnight. The sun fell in the evening and everything at the Ijuuin house was normal. The next morning, though, there were fliers everywhere. Stuck to the house, stuck to the door, tied to the branches of bushes, tucked under the windshield wipers of the car - everywhere. There was even a flag proudly waving from the chimney. They all read the same thing.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENZAN!
They weren't signed.
But, really, there could be only one perpetrator behind this mess. That perpetrator was across the street, grinning madly as he hid behind a car and waited for Enzan to come out.