With the chunin out of the room a docile silence swept through, none gazing to the door- the floor being particularly interesting; and it was witness to a plentiful mixture of emotions. A silent fury, a worried gaze, a temperate contemplation, a pained grimace: Though all broke from their reverie as Kakashi purposely let his footfalls sound a fraction more then usual, he gained acknowledgement through passive glances from his comrades. Only Tsuande and Jiraiya did not give him such a softened greeting, there was a charred blackiron scorging him from the side as the sannin finally raised his gaze. A solid cold hazel directly in front of him, the Hokage holding herself steady, her ire towards himself not forgotten. Kakashi waited, hands deep in his pockets- not caring enough to be angry at her in that moment, still his fingers twitched beneath the fabric.

Her words broke through the silence firmly "as it stands our knowledge of the Akatsuki is limited, we have yet to know details of each person within the orignization-'' Unusually, Jiraiya cut through with a voice far more baritone, far sharper then Kakashi knew he had heard from the man previously, that including the death of the Fourth. He looked to the man as a hiss of breath came from behind the desk, the sage not paying attention to his former comrade, the cold stone on Jiraiya's face could not be mistaken for mere professionalism.

"My source has the names so we will be able to contact those nations under alliance for further information. What is most important right now is finding out their intentions with the bijuu.-"

"You said your source is a member in the Akatsuki, are you telling me thet they are keeping the information from their own members? I find that hard to believe." Tsunade scoffed with the same dismissal of a mother scolding her child.

"They're an originization of S-class rogues Tsunade, and from what I've heard none of them are particularly comfortable with each other. Their leader would be an idiot to trust all of them with complete knowledge." One could feel the sharp edge of Jiraiya's tongue as he spoke, a glare on his face purely focused on the Lady Hokage. A battle between them leaking into the conversation where it needn't be, though none were foolish enough to comment, perhaps none could muster the desire to do so. It took a moment for them to realize that they were both not without company, Tsunade snapped her attention to the rest of the room- though it was clear that wasn't a backdown from their battle of wills. Jiraiya didn't stop glaring at her visage.

"I will be contacting the other villages in inquiry. However, from what Jiraiya's dear source has been telling us, the threat is not yet imminent and we may have some leeway. The belief stands that as of yet the orginization has not done all that it needs to achieve their goal. Jiraiya's source does not yet know whom all of them are, seemingly they have a rather covert way of meeting one another. Research will continue to be directed at discovering the identities of the members, as well as possible location- as we can reasonably assume they have left the Land of Rivers." She folded her hands underneath her nose, something glacial in her gaze.

"As for Uchiha Sasuke, he has been recatagorized as an S-class shinobi in the bingo book, to be avoided. His sanity is questionable at best-" Unexpectedly, Sakura stepped forward then, her own expression somewhat straightening into a cooled facade- one which she was inexperienced wearing so it appeared as a child attempting to stand forward against their mother.

"Tsunade-sama, I'd like permission to arrange a team to..." She swallowed, though it wasn't heavy enough to be audible, Kakashi could see the shift however, even as her hands stayed steady. "To take care of Sasuke." Kakashi's brow rose at that, cautious and aware of just how reaching such a request was, dangerous to several faults. Reckless, just as a decision Sasuke or Naruto would have made in her place- one with revenge cold and determined, the other fired up and willful; to see it upon his previously most steady student. Kakashi knew it was made from a frothing of pain and fear, a crying revenge which held little resolve. Sakura would not be able to do it. And not because she was grieving over what had happened to Naruto; but because she wasn't prepared to kill someone she'd once cared for -prehaps still did. In all its glorious gore and morbid truth; as his one eye stared upon her, regarding, watching, evaluating- he knew with a cold rush of clarification, Sakura was not prepared to be a shinobi, nor indeed, could Kakashi see with his own comprehension of people; her ever being able to be one.

"Absolutely not." Spoken cold, with a hand waving as if swatting the proposal away, dismissive and disinterested. No anger, nor annoyance, though by the tapping of her fingers against her knuckles, Kakashi could assume frustration behind the nonchalance, that; along with Sakura's balled fists were enough for him to surmise that it had been a suggestion made before and declined. Many eyes questioned their peers for insight at that moment, though no one opened their mouths to question the obvious tension between the two women, as the pinkette scowled -and Kakashi figured, mint eyes glared- posture stiff and standing above her mentor in defience. Said mentor hardly giving an attention to the matter besides a steady gaze, piercing frigid and challenging- daring for a blatant challenge without words. Tsunade undisturbed, calm, and detached- the form any leader should hold. Sakura could be bold, indeed, Kakashi knew that was partical reason for the sanin teaching her, but she had yet to learn how to maintain a steady strength of mind when all emotion cut within.

Unto Lady Tsunade it was second nature.

Though there existed a thin line which many shinobi tread dangerously upon, that between holding a strong mind and detaching oneself from emotions. Those such as the Bloody Mist saw emotion as the result of a weak mind, a weak shinobi; not comprehending it was just as important as logic. It was a line which the jounin knew the Hokage had crossed over several times in her life, and most recently with Naruto's situation. That being the exact reasoning for his current issue with the woman and his withheld want to avoid her.

Emotion over logic, logic over emotion, whether to combine them or keep them separate? Knowing what was appropriate for whatever circumstance, it formed a delicate balance of mentality. Which was a critical ability for everyone within their line of work. Looking upon her now, though similar enough to Naruto in resolve by all appearance. She however, was not capable of doing so in comparison to either of her former classmates. Her body was shaking with something withheld, and her hands were uncertain of wither to be fists or to lay flat, the scowl she had worn had fallen into a grimace which hardly held form. Everything was turbulent within her. And he closed his eye in recognition of the fact that he was likely responsible for not having taught her the necessity of the method well enough. He held in his sigh, fingers drumming inside his pocket, lips thinning inside his mask with one down tilted black eye watching the pinkette's actions.

"That's the last I want to hear of it Sakura. My decision is final. Uchiha Sasuke is from here on out an S-rank criminal, not to be engaged by anyone less then a jounin." The silence hung for a minute- seventy five seconds.

Then the pink haired woman stepped back head dipped in submission and a hidden expression. All regarded her, but not for long before their returned to their leader with a sympathetic dismissal. It was quiet in the room, tension thick enough around each person equal to that of a stealth mission lacking the sinking dread in the air. A sucked in breath.

"I'll have my contact keep an eye out for Sasuke." Jiraiya spoke his tone still far from pleasant, becoming slightly less so as Tsunade turned to look at him mid-sentence. It was commonplace for two shinobi to agree, moreso with powerful ones, but this was anger equalling that which might be felt with a divorced couple, with the same amount of raw power. Though Kakashi was experienced many of his fellow jounin within the room flicked their eyes to each other, not necessarily in discomfort but rather the battle of dominance occurring. Tsunade of course was Hokage but Jiraiya was considered almost of equal status to her in many circles should he take a stand against her there would be a tare in opinions and loyalties within the village -that is, if it stayed within the village. A furrow sculpted ther woman's brow.

"He'll keep an eye out?" Came the forced patience.

"Yes Tsunade, he will. Its well known that Sasuke is after his older brother's head. Naturally the Akatsuki will be cautious of this fact, even they cannot be ignorant of the potential threat he may pose." She snorted but did not oppose him. No one spoke further, and their duel relented as the lady hokage turned away from her former comrade's gaze, instead focusing intently on the gathered shinobi afore her.

"Hokage-sama, will we be engaging the Akatsuki members directly?" Asuma spoke, his expression serious, and Kakashi watched him the lack of cigarette not passing his notice. Though the man certainly didn't indulge in tobacco all the time, he had never been shy in smoking during a mission briefing or meeting- often he did smoke at such occasions. Brown eyes were stern, and Kakashi recognize with a margin of surprise, noticed his body was tense, a glare- he was angry. Wether that was at Tsunade or the situation the silver jounin did not know, but it did confuse him slightly. Asuma was generally more lighthearted and was an easy-going man who tried not to let bad situations get to him, often successfully.

She inhaled through her nose, a sharp suction that everyone could hear. "We may have to, if only for the sake of gathering information, not necessarily for the sake of disposing of their members- obviously such missions will need to be origanized carefully. We have not yet reached that point, I want to get as much information outside of confrontation as possible so I'm not sending in people blindly. However, it may become necessary sooner rather then later depending on how serious the situation becomes." There was a somber understanding then, though several of the chunin -and former classmates of Naruto- glared at the ground rather harshly with those words. Her gaze turned to Shikamaru, one of the few of his age not glaring, whether or not that was because of his higher rank or his lazy nature Kakashi only had a margin of inclination as to why.

"Shikamaru, I want you to contact the intelligence unit of Sunagakure and co-operate with them to find out more information. I'll contact Kumo and Kiri to see if they'll be willing to provide more then the basics on record." Kakashi kept his thoughts in line on the likelihood of their 'willingness' they were only under truce, they had no true alliance with any major nation save The Land of Wind. The Hokage would be more then aware of that herself, likely her reputation as Senju Tsunade -not the Hokage of Konoha- may gain a fraction more favour from the Land of Lighting and The Land of Water. Of course Iwa was out of the question, common sense spoke that well enough. The Tsuchikage did not care for Konoha and every nation was aware of that fact, reputation or not Tsunade would gain no favours from the Land of Earth.

She turned to her fellow rather sullen blonde nearby, who perked up rather quickly at being addressed, surprised no doubt. "Ino, I want you to utilize whatever information Shikamaru gathers to form a psych-profile on all of the Akatsuki members we know of." She paused and something pensive came over her gaze.

"H-hai!" Perhaps the girl was rather eager, and that earned a few glances from an amused -but proud- Asuma and jealous chunin.

"We still have the file of Uchiha Itachi from when he was loyal however... I want you to re-evaluate it and succinct it with any and all new information we have of the man, I want another psychological file made for him." With a mature professionalism the young Yamanaka nodded, and Kakashi internally wondered if she would prove more adept in psychological evaluation then her father, or less. The latter would sooth his mind more -her words prediction still ringing in his mind- but the former would be more beneficial for the village and he could detach from his emotions enough to hope for that outcome rather then the comforting one.

Tsunade lent her chin on her folded hands, serious expression straining and creating those rarely seen lines around her eyes. "Dismissed." Everyone left with a rather sober air, though Ino looked more determined then the jounin had ever seen her, her chin jutted high and eyes a sharp stone of aquamarine.

"Kakashi, a moment." He had been glad to leave, but he sighed as her crisp tone called him out and he turned back around. Noting that Jiraiya had not yet gone out the window as he usually did. Instead that same glare he had been casting to Tsunade was now resting rather firmly on him, it was only with his considerable experience in stressful situations that held Kakashi back from twitching away at the intensity.

The lady rose from her chair and walked around to the front of her desk, leaning against it rather then the comfortable seat. An exhaustion he had not seen from her for a long betrayed her as she slouched slightly, eyes closed as she rubbed at her forehead. Not quite standing as a strong leader but showing a fraction of vulnerability.

"You need to find a way to convince Naruto to have his arm amputated." His body froze at that, eye widening for a fraction of a moment, before his delicate balance of professional detachment broke slightly and it narrowed in a thinly vailed anger. He knew better then to say anything however, and waited for her explanation.

"In a way I only bought time by severing the nerves. But the muscle in his arm is dying and if it remains it will start to effect healthy cells in the vacinaty. The only reason I allowed him to keep it was because in consulting Inochi-san I deemed it necessary." He now wore a glare and she obviously noticed it as she continued with a firm voice and a steel stare of her own. "Naruto's mentality is unstable at the moment and it will become worse before it gets better, if I had amputated without his permission it would have made his situation considerably worse then it is. That does not mean the ligament can stay, eventually the arm will rot and we cannot wait until last minute to get rid of it. In this case. I'd say we have two months, at maximum, before we have a problem; you vulentured to be his guardian, so this responsibility falls heavily on you. I'll do my best to communicate this to him, and I have asked Sakura to do the same but he will need to hear it from someone who isn't in the medical field." She turned away then, back to her chair, a plain dismissal he knew to acknowledge, but he glared at her for a moment before taking his leave.

Internally hating the fact that a part of him could admit she was probably right in her reasoning. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he left, trying hard to focus on each step. The distinct sound of heavy steps, wood, behind him, Jiraiya's geta sandals sounding as a threat behind him, it flared his instincts slightly, knowing the man was very obviously following him. Had it not been a man so renowned he would have simply ignored the presence and waited for his pursuer to reveal themselves. With the elder sannin, that did not feel plausible and as soon as his foot stepped off the ledge outside of the Hokage building and onto the gravel he turned to face the man.

Faced rather disturbingly with a very stern faced Jiraiya, the man's expression was not as angry as it had been in Tsunade's office, but he gave the impression of a looming enemy. Not a man whom Kakashi knew considerably well, the jovial man whom almost always appeared to be smiling. His very aura was extensively different, and though Kakashi was not necessarily infusing chakra he could feel an amount coming off of the man- likely unconsciously, a rarity for shinobi certainly, but Kakashi could easily believe that all the sannin could do so. It was actually a primal response, a way of threatening a possible attacker.

Indeed the jounin felt ill at ease with his hovering tall figure.

"Na Kakashi," he spoke slowly, a stoic expression most unusual for the man. "You are probably not aware of this fact, but Minato made me Naruto's godfather before he was born. Now, I've never been in the position to properly care for him, I certainly couldn't bring a baby on my journey's, nor a toddler- and I am not father material. However." It was ever so small, barely a movement, but Kakashi could clearly see the man's eyes narrow and harden, suddenly cold and penetrating, in truth the man had to fight the urge to grab a kunai from his holster.

A considerably stronger surge of chakra released from the man- threatening, looming, a warning.

"I will be sticking around the village for awhile, and if I find you make him worse- hurt him further in any way; I will take him from your hands. And I will make certain you regret your actions. Very. Thoroughly." He did not wait for a response, simply brushed past the stationary jounin the fabric of his sleeve barely brushing Kakashi's own. Not a glance in the frozen man's direction as he walked away.

Only whence the daunting chakra was not immediately present did Kakashi take a large breath. Truth be told, Kakashi had never seen the sanin in a fight, not a serious one where his life was truly at risk. But at that moment, he felt very much like his fellow shinobi's enemy. As his breathing became calmer, and he slowly progressed to his apartment, hands once more in his pockets -hose which he hadn't relized left the fabric to be able to quickly grasp a weapon.- The only clear thought he had was that Jiraiya was wrong- because that reaction, that response, had been purely paternal.