Sengaku moved down the hall having noticed not much up until that point, he did know he was dead, and that this was his new home. The brown haired now dead young man walked calmly down the halls, a bag which held his tonfas held over one shoulder as he walked. He remained calm as he did so, not really saying much, as the blue eyed young man looked around. He didn't have much to say in general at the moment, and he always found that it was best to remain quiet in such situations from what he had read when he had been alive. He figured he would need to get a handle for this place before anything else, and that would just mostly take just time to manage. He figured he could handle that. Then, he could also do some learning, and maybe based on what he had seen have an adventure like the type he was unable to have when he was still alive and so had dreamed to have when he was still alive.