"What use is there to simply watching over mortals?"
Zamasu had asked this question to his mentor Gowasu, the latter being a wizened yellow skinned man with short white hair.
Gowasu's response to his apprentice was the same as always; that it was their duty to simply create, overseeing the byproducts of their creations, the mortals.
As they looked over one planet in question, Zamasu narrowed his eyes at the sight.
"Only the gods of destruction can directly interfere with mortal affairs. That is the truth of our duties, is it not?" Zamasu questioned Gowasu further.
Gowasu said yes.
With this affirmation, Zamasu asked another question.
"Why is the god of destruction of this universe so lethargic in his duties then?"
"We cannot control what the god of destruction does." Gowasu replied. "It would be best not to anger him however."
Zamasu closed his eyes, mentally sighing heavily in an attempt to gird his own frustration.
What was the point of being a deity, he thought, if he couldn't even interfere with mortal affairs?
Their universe's Destroyer God was a lazy pink elephant who wouldn't even bother to take his own job seriously because it was, in his own words "too much of a pain".
This Destroyer God, Rumsshi, did little other than lounge around while stroking his own ego on a regular basis.
Why would the role of something as important as that of a deity who passed judgement on other gods' creations be given to someone who wouldn't even DO the job he was assigned?
Zamasu didn't understand this, and so asked his mentor, while pouring tea into a cup, "You've said we were created from the divine fruit of the Kaiju, yes?"
"That is right." Gowasu replied, taking up the tea Zamasu had made.
"How is it then, that Gods of Destruction are created? They are not ultimately non-immortals, as we Kais are, isn't that right? If so, how are they chosen?"
Zamasu understood that a Kai's potential and rank was decided the moment that they were born.
Grown from the Kaiju trees, Kais were all formed and ranked from the sort of fruit they were created from.
Normal Kaiju fruit would grow into Kais, like Zamasu.
Golden Kaiju fruit would grow into Supreme Kais, as Gowasu did.
Evil Kaiju fruit, on the other hand, would be taken and cast into the Demon Realm, raised to become what were known as Makais.
While Supreme Kais, Kais and Makais were naturally divine beings, Zamasu did not know how gods of destruction were created.
"Every god of destruction was originally a mortal trained by their angelic attendant. When that mortal reaches a level of power that makes them overshadow all other beings in their universe, they are chosen to be the next god of destruction when their predecessor dies."
Zamasu's expression gained a shocked expression, yet part of him now understood Rumsshi's actions.
"The process involves a mortal ascending to godhood?" Zamasu asked incredulously. "What if they abuse their powers? Mortals are constantly in conflict with one another, and some even abuse their powers for unjust gain. Why would anyone give a mortal such a monumental influence over the universe?"
Gowasu gazed up at him, then looked forward, gaze becoming distant.
"Even we, the Gods of Creation, are not infallible. The Makai are a testament to that."
"They are the exceptions. Gods should be inherently above the base impulses of mortals." Zamasu said. "Makai are unfit for our duties."
"Zamasu," Gowasu looked up to him sternly, "you must understand. Despite being gods, we are not perfect. Take this tea, for instance," he closed his eyes and took a sip, tasting it, "this tea is of a wonderful quality. But you did not start making tea at this level. You had to learn before reaching this level. You are not perfect at making tea, nor will you ever be. Likewise, you cannot become perfect at anything. You are fallible. As am I."
Zamasu's face remained straight, but he grit his teeth before he realized it.
"What does tea have to do with this?"
His voice had become a small amount colder than before, and Gowasu sighed, sensing the anger within Zamasu.
"It was only a metaphor." Gowasu said to him. "I will explain it to you in this way: What IS perfection, Zamasu?"
Zamasu stared at him.
"You cannot answer because it is a utopian concept."
"Utopian?"
"Utopian." Gowasu said to the young Kai. "It is a word that, while connotated to mean "paradise" or a "perfect world", truthfully means "nowhere". The true meaning of perfection is utopian; meaning, there is nowhere that the meaning of perfection can be found. It is an impossibility."
"But gods… they shouldn't be shackled by the limitations of impossibility." Zamasu said.
"If that's truly the case," Gowasu looked to him, "then is the concept of a mortal being trained to become a god truly surprising?"
Zamasu fell silent, eyes widened.
Silence fell between the two for a moment, before Zamasu conceded the point as he thought about it.
"Very well."
Zamasu placed the tea down on the table.
"You've given me something to think about. May I leave for a moment?" Zamasu asked his superior.
"You may, if it will help you understand." Gowasu said, nodding.
Zamasu turned away with this, and with teleport ability, he disappeared from sight.
Minutes later would find Zamasu flying through space as he narrowed his eyes.
"The gods are not limited within the realm of possibility," he spoke to himself, expression serious, "so why not train a set of Destroyer Gods who will be WORTHY of their titles? That way, there can at least be progress and hope for the future."
With this, Zamasu began a search for such individuals.