"Ugh, that old man! I never thought he was that kind of person."
From her tone, anyone who didn't know better would have wondered what kind of person the Captain-General was.
Retsu Unohana shook her head gently. "Using blackmail? Will that be all right?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Yuko knew what Unohana meant. "I figured something like this might happen, so I made them out of clay."
Figurines weren't traditionally made of clay, of course. But Yuko's power wasn't creation. She could only alter things, so she'd had to use what was at hand.
Still, the results were perfectly fine.
They were fragile, though. They would probably crack before long.
"Yuko, I want one too." Yachiru tugged at Yuko's sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears as she wheedled.
Yuko raised an eyebrow. "Don't you already have a clay figure someone else made?"
Not that she would ever admit she was the one who made it.
Yachiru looked down at the clay figure in her hand and pouted. "This one's really ugly."
Yuko frowned. "That's going too far, isn't it? Someone put a lot of effort into making that for you. Is it really okay to say that?"
"...I know." Yachiru's eyes dimmed. "That was mean of me..."
Retsu Unohana was a little surprised. She hadn't expected Yuko to have such a serious side.
Then Yuko asked, "So if I made you one and told you to smash that one, would you?"
Yachiru looked up at her, a question in her eyes.
You mean it?
I mean it.
Yuko gave a slight nod in reply.
Splat!
Yachiru hurled the clay figure to the floor, where it shattered into pieces.
Yuko patted her head. "It was ugly, right?"
Yachiru nodded. "Baldy really did make it ugly."
Even with sentimental value, it was hard