practicality

[Some frustrated pen-taps. Why can he not read that name?]

I'm sorry. What was her name, again?

[He takes his time trying to read it, but all he sees is a blur of ink. There's something about that name...]

You're not a ninja, are you?

Mm, okay. Maybe it's just coincidence.

The name. Whatever your sister was named, I can't read it, and that often happens when it's the name of someone from your past who is important to you. It could be the same name, not the same person.

With pink blossoms, perhaps?

Yeah.

Sakura? That's a very pretty name!

[ There's a big messy inkblot here. Someone can't quite read that name, but it feels important. ]

What's her name?

You have terrible handwriting.

I have great eyesight. I just can't read that.

So I knew her.

[ It was going to be a question, but then it made too much sense for the question mark. ]

What do you know about her?

I'll remember that.