You sneak into your mothers dojo, shes sitting in the center of the room kneeling, she seemed to be distracted, you look next to her, bamboo covered katana, you'd seen your mother practice with it, she'd always seemed so cool! You crawl towards the katana, you get closer and closer, you reach out for it, you grab it-

Peko: "I suggest you don't touch that." Your mother didn't move a inch, her eyes still closed and face still seeming at peace. You pull you hand away in surprise.