HEY, ICHIGO!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

You big idiot, you're seventeen. Sort of. This City doesn't really make it easy, but, rather than trying to figure it out, I'll just do it this way. So, should I get sentimental? I remember when we first met, all those years ago, at the dojo.

Nah, let's skip the sentiment. Here's your gift:

( A valuable thing! )