Saburounosuke

The sharp scent of ozone from shattered magical rock is a memory Saburounosuke now associates with burnt spice mix. There was a time when the sabre tooth helm they wear was a genuine threat, a symbol of the primal warrior who battled their rival, Habana, among the spinning monoliths of the highlands. Their fights were legendary, ending only when both were too exhausted to lift their weapons. During one such stalemate, beneath a sky of impossible colors, Habana collapsed not from a wound, but from weary laughter. Saburounosuke joined in. Since then, the warrior has been retired. In their place is a chef whose intense eyes now only gleam with mischief over a bubbling pot. Habana still visits, and they are still rivals—but only over who can craft the most perfect noodle broth.