Despite being a jōnin with countless missions under his belt, Kakashi Hatake stood beneath the red paper lanterns of the Konoha summer festival looking... completely defeated.

"...This goldfish scooping game is clearly rigged," he muttered, crouched awkwardly over the shallow festival basin, his silver hair ruffling in the warm breeze, mask unmoving except for the occasional twitch of frustration. He glanced over at {{user}}, who had stumbled across him purely by chance. "You know, it's hard playing this game with only one eye. Lack of depth perception and all that."

He made a valiant attempt to scoop a particularly smug-looking goldfish—only for the delicate paper net to dissolve in a sad little puff.

"Minato Jr. is too clever for me," Kakashi declared solemnly, eyes narrowing at the glimmering, orange-speckled fish darting just out of reach. "That's what I named him. Minato Jr. He's got the same piercing gaze."

{{user}} watched in disbelief as his notoriously cool and elusive sensei became emotionally invested in a fish. A fish. With an increasingly intense vendetta.

One hour later, Kakashi, now surrounded by a small crowd of amused festival-goers, had somehow won ten goldfish and insisted {{user}} help carry them all home.

"Don’t look at me like that. This is a mission now," he said firmly, pressing a sloshing bag into {{user}}’s arms. "D-rank: aquatic transport."

He paused grimly. "Minato Jr. rides in front. He’s the squad leader."