Karin knew something was off about Nagato-touchan. But what?

She stares hard at him, holding her glasses up in front of her eyes to get a better look. Naruto accidently knocks Nagato-touchan's cloak away from his legs revealing green tights.

AH HA! Karin pounces. She pulls open Nagato-touchan's Akatsuki cloak, revealing the green spandex he is wearing underneath.

"I like them, okay!" says Nagato-touchan, trying to hide the spandex from Karin again.

"THEY ARE YOUTHFUL AND BEAUTIFUL!" declares Might Gai. "I WEEP TO HAVE TO ADMIT THAT MY SIGNATURE OUTFIT LOOKS FAR BETTER ON YOU THAN ME, NAGATO SAMA!" he clenches his fists as rivers of tears flow from his eyes.

"I don't care how good they look on you," says Karin firmly. "You are not wearing green spandex fullbody tights!"

Nagato-touchan looks so sad that Karin almost lets him keep them.

Almost.

"Do they look okay on me?" asks Konan sensei, all serious and straightfaced.

Karin turns to her sensei to see Konan standing, her Akatsuki cloak over her arm, in green spandex like the ones Gai sensei, Lee and Nagato-touchan are wearing.

"YOU LOOK AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND YOUTHFUL!" says Gai sensei.

Naruto gives Konan double thumbs up. "You look amazing, Konan-neechan!"

"I never thought that outfit could be so stylish," says Sakura, grinning.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL YOU LEAF NINJAS?! Yells Karin. "ITS HORRIBLE AND GHASTLY!"

"Don't shout, Karin," says Sasuke-sensei.

"Yes sensei," says Karin, lowering her voice. Sasuke might be cute, but you do not cross him unless you want to find yourself climbing a cliff with one hand tied behind your back.

"What's wrong with the spandex, anyway?" asks Nagato. "They're so easy to move in and-"

"Take. Them. Off. Now." Krin orders, through gritted teeth.

"Aw, come on, Karin-chan!" begs Nagato-touchan. "They aren't that bad surely!"

"If you don't take them off now," says Karin, crossing her arms. "I will join Team Tsuki no Me."

"You wouldn't-!"

"I would."

"Fine, I'll take them off," agrees Nagato-touchan, slumping over and trudging off to the men's toilets to change.

"You too, Konan sensei," orders Karin.

"You can't fool me with that threat," says Konan evenly. "You and I both know you have no way of finding Team Tsuki no Me, and no desire to join them. Besides, you said yourself that you would never join a team with such a tacky name."

"Fine, you got me," says Karin. "But remember: I know what you keep in the back of your underwear drawer."

"I'll go change," says Konan and heads to the women's toilets.

"Wow, Karin," says Naruto, staring at his cousin in awe. "That was mean."

"It was necessary," says Karin.

"Want some chips?" asks Choji, who is still sitting on Tenten's picnic blanket eating junk food.

"Sure," says Karin, accepting Choji's offer.

Over with the Hyuuga clan, Hiashi is having problems with his elders.

"No, I am not ashamed of their performance!" he insists to his father, the Hyuuga Elder. "They delivered their punchlines admirably!"

"That is not the issue," says Father. "They barely even traded blows! It was barely a fight at all!"

"It was a battle of wits, how is that not a true battle!"

"FATHER!" Hinata runs over to Hiashi and throws her arms around him. "I finally won a match against Neji!"

"It seems our training paid off," says Hiashi. "You did well."

"What kind of training did you do?" asks Neji, following closely behind Hinata.

"Speech therapy, elocution, that sort of thing," answers Hiashi.

"That explains why her stutter is gone," nods Neji.

"You did well too, Neji," says Hiashi. "I am proud of you. You took down the Aburame Heir."

Neji smiles happily. "Thank you, Hiashi sama."

Hiashi raises an eyebrow. Neji should know better than that by now.

"Sorry, I mean, Uncle Hiashi," Neji amends.

"That's better."

While the audience talks about the matches and the contestants prepare for the final match, Iruka shunshins over to Hayate.

"What happened with the computer?" he demands, crossing his arms.

"I don't know," says Hayate. "I only put in a few of the matches."

"And I only planned to do a few dud matches," says Iruka. "Too many and it would have turned old fast."

"I think we need to check out the computer," says Hayate.

Iruka agrees and they head to the computer to examine its control panel. After some examination, Hayate and Iruka turn to stare at each other.

"It has…" Hayate can't quite finish the sentence.

"Did you enter the code phrase?" asks Iruka. "Because I didn't."

"Yes," says Hayate. "But I had no idea that entering 'The Mad King' into the randomization computer would cause the dormant Artificial Intelligence program to start up!"

"We had better report this to the Hokage," says Iruka thoughtfully.

Omake

Admit it: You Wanted it to be Like This Too.

Dedicated to Saiyan Hatake for getting my Doctor Who reference in the omake 'A Daffodil is not a Broadsword'.

Asuma runs into the village after his mission, hoping he is not too late. He runs to the hospital, and straight into Kurenai's room.

Konohamaru and Asuma's father are sitting beside Kurenai, who is holding a very special, very tiny person.

Kurenai smiles up at Asuma. "Come meet your daughter, Mirai." she says .

Asuma walks over to the hospital bed to meet his baby.

"Here," says Kurenai, placing Mirai into Asuma's arms.

Asuma gazes proudly down at his daughter. "She's perfect," he says.

There is a knock on the door. Asuma turns to see Hidan standing in the doorway. "Heard you had a little tyke," he says. "Mind if I meet the lil' ####er?"

"Don't swear in front of my baby," Asuma tells Hidan. Hidan is good for a challenging game of shogi, and he and Asuma have become drinking buddies or sorts, but that does NOT give him the right to swear in front of Mirai.

"Fine, fine," says Hidan, agreeing, even though they both know that Hidan would win in a fight between the two of them. "So can I meet the little...er...blighter?"

"Sure," says Asuma, showing his baby to his violent Akatsuki friend.

Mirai looks from one to the other and promptly throws up on them both then starts to cry.

"I don't think she likes you," says Konohamaru.