Bakugou shrugs. "You didn't know." Even for Bakugou, not everything is worth getting pissed off about. Besides, he knows he doesn't exactly look like a stereotypical Japanese teenager, and that he acts like the furthest thing from it. It'd be impressive if Ginia had pinned him.

"We don't know enough," Bakugou reiterates, rather irritably. He doesn't like that this is the case, but it's even more frustrating to build theories based on shaky or nonexistent foundations that won't hold up. Better to accept that the foundation needs more work, and go put in that work, than to invest too much in something hopelessly flimsy. "We don't even know if how the cult are creating gods has anything to do with Shinto practices, or if it's more magical ritual bullshit like we've already seen them do for other things. So until we confirm there's any connection at all, there's no point speculating about it. None of the other stunts the cult have pulled, and none of the magic they've used, exactly ties into Shinto practices, either."

He folds his arms, eyes fixed on the ground for a moment as he thinks. "The department store was before my time. I thought I heard it burned down or something. Is there anything even left to investigate?"