There has been much information to digest. (Not that he isn't equal to the task. He crosses his arms over his chest, expression stern, unyielding.)

I am a god. How is it that a god cannot fight as he or she deems fit? (Having a weapon is nice, but shouldn't he be...useful? Powerful? He glances at the display, lips tightening in a stubborn line.

What she suggests makes sense, but now his pride has been wounded...

However, this is not the first time he has suffered such.)

I shall return with my shinki. Then we will demolish the ayakashi swiftly and leave this performance free of unnecessary clutter.