Sakuramoria

- I'll think about it, - Futa ended the conversation for the time being, feeling saddened by how unaware this person was of the situation he was about to find himself in.

— Let's go.

On the way towards the sea, to break the awkward silence, Futaba says to Mane:
- You have a beautiful name. It's like something out of a fairy tale... - she awkwardly scratches the back of her head - it sounded less strange in her head than when spoken aloud. - In my town, there are only Hans, Kans, Tanakas, and Suzukis. It seems to have been founded by some migrants, but over the generations, all the diversity has mixed and been forgotten.