[Says a very ominous, if familiar voice. It's a younger Akechi, about eighteen, in a Shujin uniform with a black turtleneck and familiar black gloves. He cracks an eerie smirk and then stops, snickering.]
In all seriousness, you've just helped nudge us into eclipsing the number of Akiras, Rens, whatever you call him. Perhaps to you, his name is something outlandishly silly, like "Pizza Pasta," which would make absolutely zero sense, but the multiverse certainly is vast.
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[Says a very ominous, if familiar voice. It's a younger Akechi, about eighteen, in a Shujin uniform with a black turtleneck and familiar black gloves. He cracks an eerie smirk and then stops, snickering.]
In all seriousness, you've just helped nudge us into eclipsing the number of Akiras, Rens, whatever you call him. Perhaps to you, his name is something outlandishly silly, like "Pizza Pasta," which would make absolutely zero sense, but the multiverse certainly is vast.