Just as Yun Kumo was puzzling over the pot that had suddenly appeared before him, the sound of sticky liquid flowing came from inside it. Several hands emerged from its mouth, followed by a figure that "grew" out of the pot, perfectly symmetrical yet somehow unsettling.
"Young man, what do you think of my pots?"
As Gyokko leaned toward Yun Kumo to ask, he conjured several more pots of different styles and lined them up beside the one beneath him.
Looking at Gyokko's unsettling figure, Yun Kumo drew on his professionalism as a reporter and forced himself not to make an expression unsuitable for the camera.
He simply followed Gyokko's lead, ignoring his presence and focusing only on the row of pots beneath him.
He had to admit that although Gyokko himself was no looker, his pots looked rather good when considered on their own.
At least on the outside.
"Objectively speaking, the patterns and shapes of these pots are quite good. The style is just a little unusual, with decorations featuring aquatic plants, animals, waves, and the like, which have a somewhat niche appeal."
"It's clear that this gentleman must have spent quite some time living by the sea during his lifetime."
"I knew there was nothing wrong with my pots! What the hell does that Kanzaki Kumo know about aesthetics? He actually dared to call my artwork worthless! I @#￥!"
Gyokko paid no attention at all to Yun Kumo's subsequent attempt to start a conversation for an interview. Cursing all the while, he put away his pots, then vanished from the camera's view in the blink of an eye.
Kanzaki Kumo: Achoo! Why does it feel like someone's cursing me?
"A gentleman who knows exactly what he wants... Well, let's find our next interviewee."
Watching the pot speed