Riyuuna

The savory steam of pork broth and noodles always announced Riyuuna’s arrival, a scent that made their partner’s shoulders tense. "This is a patrol, not a picnic," the other guard would grumble. But Riyuuna, clad in tactical gear inexplicably topped with a ramen hat, would just grin and offer a bite of the candied apple from their stick. Assigned to the quietest sector of The Great Panda City, their partnership was a study in contrasts: one all discipline, the other all appetite. Pinku once appeared and, charmed by Riyuuna's cheerful demeanor, whispered the location of a hidden sky-drifter village. Riyuuna promptly jotted it down on a spare menu. "It is secure," they assure their fretting partner, tapping their hat. "Who would look for a civilization's fate inside a soup bowl?"