[Akechi nods in return, then starts taking notes, written in neat Japanese and bullet-pointed. He really does look like a detective like this, writing down the information he deems important while occasionally looking up and nodding as if to reassure Izuku that he's still listening. He doesn't go so far as to draw the tattoo, but he does commit it to memory.]
So to summarize, [he says finally, tapping the back of his pen against his notebook,] You were taken from your homes in a manner not unlike our arrival here, and yet you were informed of your expectations and purpose by these "gods."
[Frankly, the existence of gods doesn't bother Akechi so much as the concept of being told what to do by them. If there's one thing Akechi doesn't like, it's being given a divine command.]
Did they ever imply the existence of gods who didn't interfere quite so directly in the lives of mortals? Perhaps those who wanted to capture sentient beings for study in a controlled environment?
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[Akechi nods in return, then starts taking notes, written in neat Japanese and bullet-pointed. He really does look like a detective like this, writing down the information he deems important while occasionally looking up and nodding as if to reassure Izuku that he's still listening. He doesn't go so far as to draw the tattoo, but he does commit it to memory.]
So to summarize, [he says finally, tapping the back of his pen against his notebook,] You were taken from your homes in a manner not unlike our arrival here, and yet you were informed of your expectations and purpose by these "gods."
[Frankly, the existence of gods doesn't bother Akechi so much as the concept of being told what to do by them. If there's one thing Akechi doesn't like, it's being given a divine command.]
Did they ever imply the existence of gods who didn't interfere quite so directly in the lives of mortals? Perhaps those who wanted to capture sentient beings for study in a controlled environment?