Utatane Koharu, according to her long-time comrade Homura, existed perpetually in a state of displeasure. She rarely disputed this observation.
Today seemed unlikely to be an exception.
"What were you thinking?"
The Councillors sat in a secure but comfortable sitting room that was situated just down the hall from the Hokage's office. True to Namikaze Minato's flexible, unorthodox approach to things, said room did duty as audience chamber and general workplace far more often than his actual office, complete with shelves of scrolls and a tri-pronged kunai lying on a side table. Early morning sunlight shone through the windows.
Seated across from them, clothed in white and red, the Yondaime Hokage levelled a look at his advisers. The Kyūbi no Yōko seemed to stare out at them from within him. Logically, Koharu knew that he would not be sitting there so calmly if the Nine-Tails had any say, but October 10 was far too fresh in their minds.
"What was I thinking? What do you think I ought to have done?" The young man's voice was a touch more acerbic than they were accustomed to hearing.
"Use a different host," Homura snapped from where he sat beside her. "Anyone other than the reigning Hokage!"
"You place the entire village at risk with this," she agreed. "Who would stop you, should the demon gain control? You were the one who dealt with it, that night, but now you are the threat. Who is going to replace you, if and when it comes to that?"