Sukaretto Kumo always found herself picking flowers out in fields, wearing floral prints or making flower crowns as a child. She would arrange the flowers into bouquets to which she would present her mother, who she cares for dearly. Suka thinks that she’s a plain person, surprised that her flower shop was enough to get her the title of ultimate florist. Despite her exquisite arrangements being sought after worldwide, Suka still thinks her skill isn’t enough to deserve to be called “ultimate.”