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"Before this meeting descends into finger-pointing", he stated clearly, knowing from experience that if the ball starting rolling in that direction that any attempts to rein it in through logical discussion would be about as welcome as someone attempting to put out a fire by pouring oil on it; Naruto, it seemed, had inherited his mother's gift to be able to reduce even the most iron-willed ninja to a incoherent mess of either murderous rage or horrified embarrassment at mere memories of his former actions, "I think it would be prudent for us to all, ah, pool resources to combat this so-called threat. You are all aware now, I hope", he said, a note of steel entering his voice that quelled any thought of rebellion before it had even emerged from the throats of his fellow councillors, "of how woefully underprepared Konoha as a whole is against infiltration by someone who is, in effect, a civilian. It is a lesson we, the clans that is, have already learnt the hard way and are attempting to counter; you, on the other hand, have been thrown into the deep end right with the sharks".

"And the mice, which are far, far worse", the shinobi in charge of the courier-nin stated with a sigh, swapping a look of long-suffering with his counterpart in the hospital, "still, I appreciate the sentiment of Hyuuga-sama, a force united is a force multiplied and against this insidious new foe we need all the force we can get. And if we could somehow arrange for that force to be applied, preferably in a blunt and traumatic manner, to somewhere in the region between Uzumaki Naruto's ears so much the better!"

That outburst allowed all at the table to share a brief smile as there wasn't one of them present who hadn't felt the same way at least once in their life; as friendly and heart-warming as the jinchuuriki could be usually, when he was on duty there was no-one in Konoha more likely to drive someone to tearing their own hair out, especially when he was successful,

The Mouse of Konoha, Chapter 19