"Well, like..." he waves a hand, a small frown on his face. "...logically." Isn't that the way Senku is looking at this?

"Sure, people were gonna have a harder time without weapons. But he's the one who made those weapons to protect people. Then Xue Yang went and killed that girl with one, A-Qing. I'd be pissed -- I make these weapons to protect you, and you go and kill someone with one?"

He shifts his position from where the tree leans now on its side, getting into a position, ready to do as he did before. Energy glowing into his blade, the bubbles coming off from it glowing too.

"People get angry over --less!"

He swings down the blade, making an easier slice into it from this position. His sword going through, but none of the pieces moving, trapped into place. For now, anyway.