The Konoha Talent Show (DISCONTINUED)

Poor mailman! I pity you!

Jiraiya turned the lenses of his telescope. "Oooh ... oooh! There's a hot one! I think I'll–"

"Jiraiya-sama?" A voice started the perverted sage.

"What?!" He jumped up from the bushes, annoyed.

Meanwhile, the girls he was researching (peeping when they're bathing) looked at him in disgust. "It isn't mixed bathing!" one shouted.

"See ... look!" Jiraiya snapped. You blew my cover!"

"Oh, sorry!" The mailman waved his hands. "I came to bring you this." He reached in his bag.

Jiraiya crossed his legs. "What is it?"

"It's better if you just read it yourself," he said, handing him an envelope. As soon as Jiraiya received it, he quickly left the pervy sage.

"Ah well..." He opened it. "Hm ... under the Godaime's permission, you are going to help judge the participants' scores in this year's Konoha's Got Talent..."

He read this rest of the letter. "Oh, they're gonna have one of these. A week from now. Gotta find a good spa to research first..."

. o O o .

"EHHHHH?! I never get mail!" Naruto quickly grabbed the letter out of the mailman's hand. "THE MAILMAN CAME TO MY HOUSE!! HE ACKNOWLEDGED MY EXISTENCE!! HE BUILT UP HIS COURAGE TO FACE TO FUTURE HOKAGE!!"

The mailman quickly left.

Naruto ran giddily inside and opened–I mean ripped, opening the envelope, the scraps of paper falling to the floor.

He scanned the letter. "Talent show? Cool! I get to show of my skills! Ramen, here I come!"

. o O o .

"Uchiha Sasuke? That is you in there, right?"

No reply.

At least the voice's male, thought Sasuke. Please don't tell me it's a fanboy this time. But this voice doesn't sound like he's fangasming over me ... I'll open the door.

He did. "If it's fanmail, leave and burn it immediately."

The mailman looked a bit startled to see the Uchiha in a simple navy shirt and pants, a tomato in one hand. "No..."

"Then what is it?"

"It's better if you just read it yourself." He handed him an envelope, the same as the previous two."

He also quickly left.

Sasuke leaned against the door, opening the letter while chewing on the tomato. "A talent show ... this would be interesting." He didn't grumble or anything. "I'm gonna beat Naruto for sure."

. o O o .

"Sakura? Mail!"

"Coming!" Sakura put down the team picture and ran down. Her mom handed it to her. Giddily, Sakura ran back to her room.

"Talent show ... Sasuke'll be there. A perfect time to show him something I've been drafting for a while now!"

. o O o .

Team Asuma was out for barbecue. Ino chewed her piece slowly, taking small bites. "Ino, is that still your first one?" Asuma asked.

"Yeah,"

"Wow, I'o. Aren you goo'a s'arve?" Choji mumbled through the pork.

"No, I'm used to it. And besides, I need to look best for the one I admire!"

"Who probably doesn't even like you." muttered Shikamaru.

"WHAT'D YOU SAY?!"

Before any of them was able to do anything, someone that looked like a mailman came to their table, holding four envelopes. "I was told to deliver these to you," he said.