Sakuramoria

— Honestly, I doubt it... Unless the state somehow starts helping them. And as for the treats, well... When someone you know makes them, they always seem more appetizing and delicious.

—Eh, you're probably right. —Nira turned towards the hypermarket, which loomed menacingly over the doomed benches, and wearily waved her hand: —One thing after another, one thing after another. We haven't even recovered from the competition, and now these terrible rumors are spreading... And things didn't go so well with the magazine, Miss Starlight was so supportive of us, and now... We didn't prepare for the Autumn Festival. And this stupid store. Everything is happening at the wrong time, it's all unfortunate.
Shaking her head gloomily, the girl sighed heavily: —Okay, thanks for the company, Bell. I'll talk to Futaba. About these smart-aleck landlords, and about the status of our magazine. I don't want our work, or the efforts of local artisans, to be wasted because of circumstances. No matter what they are.