There is a knock at the door. It may still be coincidence, after all, so he tries not to get his hopes up. Still, the books were just... well, right, somehow. And the name, of course.
He waits just outside the door, dressed in his favored old-world style... thankfully, in much of Japan, that still draws less notice than it would in many other places. He has his sword at his belt, of course, but he's also carrying the books tucked under one arm. Otherwise, he's arranged to have his few things watched til he either came for them if he got a room around here, or picked them up on the way home.
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