Here he was, a new country a new adventure. However, this time, Norvell wasn't around to sight see. He had a goal and was going to do everything within his power to achieve it. He was aware that there were others who would oppose him and he was fully prepare to slaughter them if he meant accomplish what he hoped to. Don't get him misconstrued, Norvell by no means intended to do harm to others. Every act he committed was for the sake of the greater good - or so that was his reasoning. He had come a long way to Japan. It was his first time in the country and he had no intention of it being his last. As he stepped off the train arriving in Rokuro City, ignoring all the stares of civilians as they passed by, Norvell smiled. There were preparations to be made hastily.

The White Night of Klarsberg was why Norvell had come to Rokuro City all the way from America. He needed to compete to reach the Origin of Magic - thing very thing that would allow him to reshape the world for the better. For too long he watched as those with power abused it while the weak cowered without any of their own. With the Origin of Magic at his disposal he hoped to change the distribution of power throughout the world and create a new hierarchy with him on top. Slipping out of a restaurant with a drink in his hand, Norvell dwelt on the conflict to come as he slurped on the straw. The impending destruction to the city would be a necessary evil in the pursuit of balance. This was his only chance. Failure surely meant death.

After he finished his drink, Norvell tossed into a trash bin and resumed his trek through Rokuro. His first priority was to get a good consensus of the city's layout and geography. If it was to be his battleground he would need to have proper knowledge of the area or else he would be at a clear disadvantage - which he already was considering that he was completely foreign to Japan. Norvell began learning Japanese before his arrival to the country but his mastery of the language was barely novice at best. He even struggled to order his drink, the language barrier resulting in the cashier messing up his order and giving him the wrong flavor of beverage. Oh well, Norvell was going to stay hung up on it. There were more important matters for the mage to tend to. Enemies were certain to be lurking about and there was no telling when one when spring.