"Regardless, even if you could escape the consequences, the Gōketsu who stay home couldn't. They will all be contaminated by your treason, and—"
"They?" Hazō asked, eyebrows going up.
"I suppose it could be 'we'," Mari admitted. "I was assuming I would go with you, but maybe I would be more of a hindrance than a help since I can't reverse summon. If I stay, it would be 'we'.
"I'll be honest, Hazō: if you go and you think I'd be a net positive, I'll go with you. I've spent too long raising you up to let you get eaten by vampire grass now, so I'll go. I'll be sad, but I'll go."
"Sad?"
"I'm a city girl at heart; I like the hot springs, and the shopping, and the politicking and, yes, getting sex on the regular." She rolled her eyes back in her head and moaned in exaggerated delight. "Oh, ancestors, yes. Being able to have all the sex whenever I want is awesome. That said, if I go with you—or, more importantly, if Noburi and Kei and you and I all go together, which is what I'm sure you would really want—the response will be beyond cataclysmic. So far beyond that I literally can't think of words for it.
"Then there's the other side. Whoever we don't bring with us is going to twist in the breeze. How many hours do you think it'll be before Akatsuki shows up to get more sealing information from you, finds you gone, and tortures random Gōketsu ninja for information on where you are?"
"I am not a mystery gift," Hazō said. "They can't show up and beat me for yummy treats every time they get snackish. And they can't beat my people for information they don't have. If I go missing, I'm hardly going to leave an itinerary."
She shrugged. "Tell them that."
Hazō chewed his frustration.
"Forget the external threats like Akatsuki," Mari said. "What about the internal ones? I have no idea what would happen to the clan. No one does, because there's no precedent. Almost certainly, no other clan is willing to work with us and the ones that like us—the Nara, the Yamanaka, the Aburame, maybe one or two others—are forced to distance themselves so they don't get splashed."
Hazō thought about that. "I'm sad to hear the Akimichi don't like us," he said after a moment, smiling a bit.
"Eh. I don't think they dislike us. I'd say they can take or leave us."
"Well, we can't be having that. I expect everyone to like us, Mari. Get on that, won't you?"
She gave an overly dramatic salute. "Sir, yes sir. Seriously, though. If I were in Hagoromo's shoes, I would get the Clan Council to pressure Naruto into dissolving the Gōketsu. Regardless of what happened to the clan, you going missing again would kill any possibility of other missing-nin ever coming in from the cold, or anyone changing villages in the future. We've been counting on that as a societal pressure towards peace—overly warlike or oppressive villages will find their people trickling away to calmer, more liberal villages. There will be more cultural exchange, leading to greater international empathy. You are the first ninja to ever transfer nationalities and become accepted at the highest levels of power despite the universal consensus that missing-nin can't be trusted. If you run, you confirm that belief and destroy any hope of building on our success."