He led her through the house and to a downstairs room, the one he'd made into his practice room. There were mats on the floor, a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, several awards either hung up in plaques or standing on shelves.
"Not this one," he told her as he reached for a katana that was hanging on the wall. "That one I keep upstairs." Its place was not here, but he might show her later if he he felt she should see.