The sound bounced off the walls, right to your ears, as the centipede yokai diligently kept mining and digging deeper, bits and pieces of half-eaten stones and ores thrown to the side — Momoyo was actively chomping down on some as she dug, the crunch echoing with the pling pling of her pickaxe.

"So," she finally stopped mining, putting the handle of the brass-coloured shovel near her hip as she stared at you.

"Uhh, who're ya? Didn't ch'ya hear?" she tilted her head and grinned. "The rumors of the Legendary Oomukade? This place's kinda damn dangerous, y'know. It ain't a tourist spot."

She said, before chuckling. "...Well, maybe for you, but not for me. Heh-heh-heh."