Unfortunately, this was a situation where massive displays of power wouldn't resolve things. I could deal with any individual problem, but I wasn't the only party in play. Running off half-cocked might feel great…
No, it wouldn't. It would be good to be able to act, but I needed to remember what I was planning. That was another thing. Another modification to my mind. Katsujinken. The life-giving fist. Killing the Slaughterhouse Nine should be a righteous endeavor, something to be proud of, but even if I could accept it, even if I could accept that there was no peaceful resolution for this situation, I couldn't see it as a victory. A necessity, maybe, but not anything glorious. I was committing to death, and that wasn't something that I should be proud of. Any deviation would cause more death, and even the ideal solution would still see people killed. Death was an intrinsic aspect of dealing with monsters of this caliber.
The drive to address things quickly wasn't out of personal vindication, it was to minimize death. I could do it, but it would just create more problems in the long run. Could I solve those? Probably, but every careless step would create more ripples, more unpredictable reactions. More death.