As the days went by, the pastry shop's business continued to thrive. In the rare moments of quiet, Nanoha felt an unexpected sense of belonging, as if she were always meant to be here.
She wasn't one to ask for much, never daring to dream beyond the basics. But in these peaceful moments, a desire quietly began to stir within her, slowly growing like whipped cream.
"If only that day would come..."
"Ah!!"
A cheering little girl, flailing her arms around, accidentally knocked over her dessert. The melting cherry ice cream spilled everywhere.
"It's okay. Let me clean it."
Nanoha smiled and calmed the flustered child, then started cleaning up the mess.
"Sis, your gloves...they've got some jam on them."
Nanoha looked down at her gloves, the white satin now marked with a few dark red stains. A memory suddenly surfaced. Now she understood why she'd felt that strange sense of familiarity when touching the droplets on the sunflower petals earlier.
Ever since her first mission, she'd started wearing gloves. Because she couldn't stand the feel of someone else's blood on her skin.
Ding—
The wind chime by the door jingled as another customer walked in.
"Welcome! How can I-"
"I'll have the special plum wine with agar jelly, please."
The customer smiled at her. At last, the person she'd been waiting for arrived.
The night was far from over. In a quiet, unremarkable alley, silence hung thick in the air. Someone would never speak again.
Scattering sunflower petals on the ground had already lost their bright color. A short figure was patiently picking them up, as if performing a final tribute.
"Are you going to clean up every petals? You and your master are very much alike in many ways."
A female figure sat on the wall, swinging her legs idly. She held up a special-shaped shuriken to the moonlight, admiring it.
It was her first time working with Nanoha, and the quiet, reserved younger ninja was a bit of a mystery to her.
"You ever heard? For ninjas, a full moon is a bad omen. Guess we were lucky tonight."
"Yeah, I had my first mission on the night of the full moon."
"Really? How did that go?"
Nanoha didn't respond. She carefully picked up the last petal, ensuring no trace was left behind, then turned toward the woman sitting under the moonlight.
"Can we go now?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm starving. Let's grab a late-night snack."
"By the way...why don't you just stay and run the shop? I think you'd be better at it than me. This mission has worn me out. I'm ready to retire."
"...You know the shop is an important contact point to the organization, right? We can't just change the person in charge without permission."
"Don't be so serious. I was just joking."
That day would never come...
Nanoha knew, deep down, after that full moon night, her dream had already slipped away.