Hiro woke up, pulling himself to a sitting position. He covered his left eye with his hand as he normally did when he had a headache. This whole becoming unconscious thing was going to be a bother if it kept up. He looked around at the area he was now in. He saw others sitting up as well; they must have entered before him. The meeting with the previous floor guardian, Tabris, flashed in his mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-style: italic">“Oh what do we have here? One of the Unchallenged it would seem. My name is Tabris and I am the floor guardian. What brings you here?” The old man had asked Hiro. Hiro looked at the man strangely. It seemed that whatever this first test was someone else had made it much easier for him.<br/><br/>“What lies at the end of all of this? Hiro asked the old man. He could feel his esper being nullified here. It would seem he would be relying less on it and more on himself in here.<br/><br/>“Many things lie at the top. What is it that you choose?” The old man grinned .<br/><br/>“Power. I want power.” Hiro stated looking the old man in the eyes. He wasn’t here to play games.<br/><br/>“There are many kinds of power of the universe young man. Which is it that you choose?” The old man stared Hiro down. Something about it was intimidating.<br/><br/>“The power to bring a loved one back to life.” Hiro said  never moving his eyes from the old man. He wouldn’t stand down. He would hold his ground.<br/><br/>“Ah the power of love is what you seek? Then go on ahead. The power you seek lies at the top. However, be warned. Many tests await you that you must be willing to pass if you are to reach the top.” The old man waved towards an open door. Hiro turned towards it, now determined to reach the top no matter the cost. He would conquer this tower. He would kill anyone who got in his way.</span><br/></span><br/>Hiro shook his head to clear the memory. He looked around again and saw that the other were standing and looking around. They appeared to be in a marsh of some sort.<br/><br/>The grass was waist high and there seemed to be a lot of water. While his power may be extremely dampened, with this much water it would still be useful. The ground seemed to be flat for the most part with small waves of land every so often, seemingly causing a ripple throughout the marsh.<br/><br/>It was beautiful, which surprised Hiro. Only one thing still held beauty in his eyes since his brother’s death and she was waiting for him to return. It felt nice to see that beauty again. However, a face caught his eye. Her face. He couldn’t believe his eyes.<br/><br/>He began to move closer to her. The closer he got the more it seemed like her, but the more it didn’t. She looked different. Younger, not scarred by the countless battles they had fought together. Not stained by the blood of the people whose lives had meant nothing to them at the time. Not corrupted by war. However, there was no mistaking it. It was her.<br/><br/>He was nearly to her and decided there would be one final test to see if it was her. “Touka?”