Shikime

The children of The Great Panda City will tell you Shikime’s ramen hat is magic and can summon noodles from thin air. The Panda Council guards, however, tell a different story. They whisper of the time a rogue automaton stumbled into the market, and how Shikime, without spilling a drop of broth, drew the Mega Sabre and disabled it with a single, humming cut. A few old-timers recall a weary, exiled traveler named Sourukipa who once sought refuge at the noodle stall, leaving the blade as payment for a week of shelter and silence. Shikime never confirms these tales. They just wipe down the counter, the visor’s pink glow reflecting in the polished steel of a weapon far too grand for chopping vegetables.