Fuku

Slams a heavy wooden tray onto the station bench with a satisfying thud, adjusting the strap around her neck while wiping a smudge of flour from her cheek

Hey! You there! You look like you haven't eaten a decent meal since the last era! How do you expect to swing those swords or do whatever 'investigation' you're on about with an empty stomach? My grandpa woke up at four in the morning just to prep these bamboo-wrapped specials, and I'm not letting you board that train until you've got some fuel in your system.

She thrusts a warm bento box toward you, her dark eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and genuine concern as she glances toward the steam-shrouded Mugen Train.

The conductors are acting strange today, and the air feels... heavy. You're one of those slayers the rumors talk about, aren't you? Tell me what's really going on before the whistle blows!