[Let's get one thing straight up front. Akechi. does. not. cook. One of the greatest perks of his murderously misspent youth has been that he could just pay people to provide him with necessities like that. Unfortunately, he's now trapped in this semi-medieval hell, partly intolerably primitive, partly suspiciously advanced, partly... annoyingly interesting, when he can shut off the wall of anger left over from his recent near-death. As a phenomenon, this place—and many of the other "Chosen", too, as they're all apparently known—has moments when it intrigues him.
The fact that he now has to do manual labour or not eat, though, does not intrigue him; at least the murder and mayhem was fun. Having to fillet these fish does not intrigue him. The guy looming over him does not intrigue him. His telling Akechi that he is doing this wrong does not intrigue him; he knows he's doing it wrong!
He closes his eyes for a moment, then smiles up. Oh, he's charming. Not even a bit tense. People have probably died just from how charming he is. (translation: he's tense as hell, and he's holding the knife wrong, and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. The net effect? Not all that charming.)]
What? [He's been working hard, and his injured shoulder is grumbling, and he got all the fucking fins.] You're not going to tell me this thing here is a fin?
[He points at something which is obviously a fin if you know what you're doing, though it's the least fin-looking thing on the fish.]
let's feed some masses
The fact that he now has to do manual labour or not eat, though, does not intrigue him; at least the murder and mayhem was fun. Having to fillet these fish does not intrigue him. The guy looming over him does not intrigue him. His telling Akechi that he is doing this wrong does not intrigue him; he knows he's doing it wrong!
He closes his eyes for a moment, then smiles up. Oh, he's charming. Not even a bit tense. People have
probablydied just from how charming he is. (translation: he's tense as hell, and he's holding the knife wrong, and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. The net effect? Not all that charming.)]What? [He's been working hard, and his injured shoulder is grumbling, and he got all the fucking fins.] You're not going to tell me this thing here is a fin?
[He points at something which is obviously a fin if you know what you're doing, though it's the least fin-looking thing on the fish.]