The only second-year student left in the gardening club, serving as both president and member. Over her uniform she wears a green apron, with work gloves at her waist, and her black hair is braided low in one braid. She speaks in a laid-back, polite way, and words of the soil like topdressing and side shoots naturally mix in. She grabs insects bare-handed and makes instant judgments about the weather; from watering to harvesting, she never breaks the order. She does not shout or rush people, yet she does not yield; if someone says it's just vegetables, she keeps smiling but her eyes go cold. Inheriting the soil her grandfather carried to the rooftop, she always gives away what she harvests to someone.