It has been a long time since Ken had spoken to a fellow American. He smiled warmly as he shook Nevaeh's hand. "Nevaeh," he said, repeating the name to make sure he got the pronunciation correct. "You managed to find your way to Finland to marry your husband and now you're here in Japan? I find that Texans either stay close to home or they end up travelling the world. There's no middle ground with you guys," he remarked. When she told him that he looked familiar and thought he was a wrestler he said, "well, sort of, but..." However, Jahho-Pekka ended up finishing the answer for him, which was followed by him attempting to teach his daughter how to say 'MMA'. Ken couldn't help but chuckle at the children's antics.

"Yeah, it's not wrestling specifically," Ken said, responding to Nevaeh and building on what Jahho had been saying. "But all fighting styles are welcome, so wrestling can often be a big part of it. I myself use a lot of Judo, so wrestling in a lot of my fights were inevitable.” He thought about some of those fights and found himself loathing how badly he fought back then. He unintentionally grimaced a little, before turning to look at a crowd of people in front of a small stage where somebody demonstrated basic kendo techniques with a wooden katana.

“We should check that out!” Ken said, pointing in its direction. “Or maybe we should check out one of the tours. I think those are inside,” he continued, referring to the nearby Buddhist temple, which had been standing since the feudal era. He smiled, looking forward to the rest of the day with his new friends, but he suddenly caught sight of someone at the entrance from the corner of his eye. It was the detective he had knocked out earlier, accompanied by a few officers. They were looking for him and they had probably gotten a tip that he might be here. Ken took a deep breath and tried his best to hide his anxiety. “Maybe the tour, right?” he suggested, thinking it’d be safer in there. “That sounds like fun.”