His new housemates were a strange group, although Kenshin found himself really not sure if he wanted to share so much space with these people. It didn't help that the house they were assigned to looked too much like a Westerner's house, with the strangely cut off rooms and the odd furniture. On top of that, the strange shinobi clothing he woke up in - Koneko told him it was actually the Ninja uniform to go with his Job, not that there was that much differences between the two - was just too much strangeness on top of everything else.

The jar of eyes was just too much for him to deal with and he had just decided to let the others voice their displeasure, even though a part of him wondered about the strange man. He had known people that would keep souvenirs of battles - fingers or toes, ears or hair - and he always wondered why. Eyes though, especially those preserved in a jar, reminded him of alchemist shops and doctors, of Megumi and her strange powders and sly laughs, and he decided to follow the person outside instead of join in with the others and their complaints.

"One wonders," he said, hand resting naturally on the hilt of his sakabatō. "If there is something important with that jar, that one does."