Sakuramoria

Clutching her stomach, where the spear had pierced her, the president felt like a fish impaled on a skewer. She wondered if the tip of the spear had grazed the presumed future heir to Sakuramorii.
- Thank you for the compliment..., - she said with a pained smile to Renn. - Your bow is also beautiful.
After the exchange of pleasantries, she returned to the observers, making every effort to walk straight and not show the pain on her face, in order to maintain her presidential dignity.