Tokyo, the Capital of Japan, was a city of contrasts as Clovich can testify. There were similar crystal spires that littered the metropolis streets, yet there were also these regional styles, in lo of the traditional Japanese style as his guide pointed out also inhabiting the city streets. According to Miss Isabel's explanations, although the Japanese were a modern thinking people, there were still some remnants of their olden days that they keep around and maintained for centuries. This resilience of traditions yet still progressive thinking that these islanders display intrigue him. As he disembarked the Hanjin-Shibusawa Ultrajet that he had boarded with his entourage he was gifted with a flowery welcome by the locals with warm welcoming smiles. They waved a flag of pure white with an oversized crimson dot at its centerpiece and no more while banners that say 'Welcome, Otherworlder.' From up above him. Some of the people who greeted him wore robes similar to the style of the Yeojegung or Foxfolk as he remembered dealing with a trader from the region but are of a more compact result to form fit their bodies as the difference shows. The Imperial Herald, Ser Mah-sa-ca-zoo Nah-kah-moo-rah guided the Prince to an awaiting vehicle that paraded him across Tokyo's streets triumphantly. He had never seen such jubilation for the arrival of someone such as himself could see. All eyes were on him as he arrived to his destination. A great white castle, surrounded by a moat with black tiled roofs were before him with a bridge similarly designed by one other bridge in connects the main entrance between him and the actual castle. Upon crossing the bridge, he find himself at the castles entrance door, it was not grand nor functional in terms for defense but was merely for show instead.