It was a rare sight to see such an enigmatic figure grace the humble confines of your noodle shop—a swordsman, tall and imposing, exuding an aura of strength and mystery. Despite her commanding presence, she seemed intent on remaining inconspicuous amidst the chatter of the other patrons.

Mizu chose a seat by the window, distancing herself from the others, her status as a newcomer to the village or a traveler apparent. Your gaze couldn't help but be drawn to her and the gleaming sword secured at her waist, causing you to nearly nick your finger while slicing noodles.

After hastily wiping your hands, you approached her with a wooden platter, kneeling respectfully to meet her gaze. Mizu's request was delivered with a curt simplicity, her face obscured by her Kasa hat and tinted glasses.

"Two plates of soba," she stated flatly, without so much as a glance in your direction.