As Mikio made his way across the small village he passed one end of the mouth-watering Savourly Lane. Even though he'd already had both breakfast and fruit, and was feeling a bit on the full side, the magnificent flavours that the fumes hinted at made him want to take a detour. He'd arrive at the school too fat to do anything, and the children would have a merry time running laps around his big, fat belly, but to stuff his face with meat so tender it would literally melt in his mouth was almost too tempting to walk away from. However, as one of the best and brightest of the village he had to lead by example, took one last sniff and turned away toward the school building. 

He passed though a section of the commercial district. It was just about to heat up with the wave of prostitutes on the night shift coming off duty. He spotted a familiar face in the crowd. One of the villages other dedicated ninjas, a fierce woman by the name of... Haruna? Harune? Haru... te? Something with Haru... They didn't have a long history together and there were too many people in the village to know them all by name, even in a relatively small village with an even smaller group of dedicated ninjas. In a small ninja village like this, the whole roster of ninjas on active duty could probably fit on a single page, no need to use a scroll for it. Bigger villages had to use a filing system and some way of sorting out which people were best suited for which tasks. In Gobi you only looked at the bottom of the list to find the poor sod that had gone the longest without a mission. 

As he watched she's just taken a step away from the rack of clothes in front of her when a young man, sneaky like a tiger in a bright orange forest, threw himself upon her from behind and sensually groaned "Miss me, my dear? I know a certain part of me that definitely missed you." into her ear. 
Mikio physically flinched, for several reasons. For one his own ninja reflexes kicked in to shrug off the surprise attack. His view of the Haru-woman was of a strong warrior capable of trowing the youngling across the village without breaking a sweat. Last but not least, the pick-up line was cheesy on a level seldom seen in the land of mortals. The cringe-level was only further elevated by the response from the Haru-woman, which was to freeze. 

Cicadas were doing their best to fill the awkward silence with their weeeo-weeeo-weeo. In the land of fire crickets would chirp in with their own unique sound and people from the village of sand would probably expect a tumbleweed to slowly roll by. One more sound could be heard though, from the crowd of more or less horrified onlookers came a laugh. Not just any laugh, but the kind of involuntary laugh that complete shock brings on. The kind of laugh that could not be stopped, no matter how many times you slapped your knee or dried your eyes. The kind of laugh that was not contagious, but only added another layer of uncomfortable on top of those already present. A few people tried to chime in with an uncertain hahaa, but it didn't catch on. 

After what seemed like an eternity, but which really was only a few seconds Mikio's violent laughter caused him to start coughing, which finally put an end to the laugh. As he wiped his eyes a final time, and with a voice coarse from coughing he said
"That was so smooth... Ow, my stomach..."