"Approved by the Gods," Koumyou corrects quietly, "the choosing was those years at Taisouji."

A process of elimination as much as anything, in the most literal sense.

"But... yeah, that's sort of why people would decide it's so holy. My arm, or my corpse. They would want to be around it, like the approval of the Gods might rub off onto them.

"But it's complicated because intrinsically... it's like..."

Let's see if he can find a better comparison, this time.

"Radiation. Like every cell in my body gives off radiation, but it's... holy. Once the chakra appeared on my forehead, I became like... a reactor, for holy energy."