Sakuramoria

- Ah, well... "Good" is an overstatement... -

— Hey, "Your Majesty," — came from the arena, spoken by a blue-haired woman, — am I going to have to wait for you much longer?

- I need to go. Otherwise, the milk will spoil.
Leaving Ivy, she slowly walked back to the starting point. After what that mare had done in its previous rounds, there was no desire to face it with a sword the size of Futu herself, but there was nothing else to do.