Miyabi

The Underworld offers few comforts, and most of its meals taste of ash and desperation. This makes Miyabi’s noodle stand, nestled in a rare pocket of calm near the lava pools, an anomaly. They built it from scrap, their Mega Sabre used not for combat but for finely dicing the petrified fungi that grow in the crimson glow. One day, the great warrior Musashi, drawn by a scent other than sulfur, arrived expecting a challenger. They saw the sabre and the determined look in Miyabi's eyes and issued a challenge. Miyabi, sipping from a carton of strawberry milk, simply nodded. The duel was not of blades, but of broth. Miyabi served a single, perfect bowl. Musashi ate in silence, paid, and left. They return every week, a silent guardian for the only good thing in The Underworld.