She reached out and pushed the store's door open as she spoke. A small bell above the frame gave a single clear note that hung in the air for a moment before fading into silence.
"Hm…?" Benjamin's brow lifted. The single syllable came out slow and puzzled. "Who is a woman?"
Katana glanced back over her shoulder as she stepped inside and moved toward the long wall given over to the sword gallery.
The polished blades caught the light in clean parallel lines, each one waiting in its place like a soldier at attention.
Her expression remained openly maternal, the same gentle amusement that had been present throughout the walk.
"Benjamin, you have to learn to appreciate your gender," she said, voice even and kind, as though explaining something simple to someone who had somehow missed it. "It is a wonderful thing to be a woman. You do not have to feel ashamed of it, even if you are far more divine than a normal beautiful woman."
