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Henry had apparently phased out after his small speech, a bad habit of whenever he got agitated. Aparently it was time to go to the rooms he thought. So he did. He found a small humble room, nothing more than a bedroom and bathroom. It suited his needs so he threw himself upon the bed and relaxed. A tournament to become a god huh? Who would have thought? He ran over the small details they had been given in his head. Two losses and disqualified...so it obviously can't be a death match type of battle, maybe the shadowed figured will declare the winner or they will be competiting in objective type bouts? The figure had mentioned some sort of power they all had....were they all special? Some sort of chosen few? He brought his arm up in front of his face and looked at it, opening and closing his fist. What was his power?
Then he thought about himself. Why was he here? He turned his body and sat up with his legs hanging off the side of the bed. For a moment he just sat and thought with his eyes closed. Soon he opened his eyes with his conclusion.

"To gain the power to protect people." He muttered to himself.