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Kyoto, Japan, 1671…

Hiro Nakamura looked at his surroundings with peculiar interest. He was in a lush field of green grass. There was dew all over the ground and the air felt cool and refreshing. There was a calm and gentle breeze which seemed to tease him. Such were the wonders of nature. Hiro had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was the battle with…Sylar!

Memories flooded back into Hiro’s mind. He remembered dealing a mortal wound to Sylar, stabbing him in the stomach with his sword. Sylar retaliated within seconds and Hiro had teleported himself however, he had not expected to appear somewhere totally different.

Suddenly, shouts attracted Hiro’s attention,