On a hillside in the Land of Fire, Naruto and Jiraiya watched Boruto paint Kage Rock on the Canopy Screen.
Jiraiya froze for a moment. Then his shoulders began to shake, and finally his booming laughter burst across the hillside.
"Bwahahahaha!"
He doubled over laughing, even wiping away tears that weren't there, and thumped the back of a petrified, open-mouthed Naruto.
"Naruto! See that? Your son! Your own son in the future!" Jiraiya could barely breathe. "He's giving you a makeover! Hahaha! The workmanship, the creativity, the sheer nerve of him."
"He really takes after you!"
Naruto stumbled under the thumping and snapped out of his shock. His face flushed red all the way to his ears.
He flailed his arms, scrambling to defend himself, his voice rising several pitches.
"Pervy Sage! What are you talking about? I wasn't like that as a kid! I—I only scribbled on the stone faces a few times, and that was ages ago! I grew up after that! Way more than he has!"
His words came out in stammers, and his eyes darted about as he tried to preserve his image as a "mature senior" before his master. He seemed to have forgotten that Jiraiya had witnessed most of his childhood's most embarrassing moments.
"Pfft!"
Jiraiya's laughter stopped short, only to turn into an even louder snort, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the Shinobi World.
Hands on his hips, he tilted his head and looked the red-faced Naruto up and down, his expression somewhere between utter amusement and Who do you think you're fooling? He drew out his words.
"Oh? Is that so, Lord Naruto Uzumaki, all grown up?"
He began counting on his fingers, recalling each incident as though it were a treasured memory.
"Who was it that painted