The day I became a student!

VOL 1: POWERWARRIORS!

ARC 1: THE FORMATION OF CANASHA

Many years ago... 

A gentle rain drizzled over Hisha Village. The cries of a newborn echoed through a small wooden house, filling the room with joy.                       

Doctor: "It's a boy!" the doctor announced with a warm smile.

Outside the room, Shayan's father, Karemi, stood proudly beside his family. For a brief moment, it felt as though the entire world had stopped just to celebrate the birth of a new life.Then everything changed.

The doctor unfolded a strange medical report.
His smile disappeared.
His hands began to tremble.
Doctor: "...Impossible..."
Karemi noticed the doctor's pale face and stepped closer.
Karemi: "What happened?"
Without saying a word, the doctor handed him the report.
Karemi's eyes widened.
Karemi: "Hinichat…”
The paper slipped from his fingers.
Silence filled the room.
The happiness that had surrounded the newborn vanished in an instant.
The first child in the history of the Powerhumans...
The first child in Hisha Village...
Born with the cursed mark known as Hinichat.
A curse whispered about only in ancient legends.
A curse believed to turn even the strongest Powerhuman into the weakest.
No one celebrated anymore.
No one smiled.
Instead of hearing words of blessing, the newborn was welcomed by fearful eyes and heavy silence.
His mother looked away.
His brothers stepped back.
Even before opening his eyes to the world...
Shayan had already been judged by it. 
---
Four years passed.
The seasons came and went.
Spring covered Hisha Village in flowers.
Summer filled the air with laughter.
Autumn painted the forests gold.
Winter buried the roads beneath snow.
Yet inside one small wooden house...
Nothing ever changed.
---
"Wake up."
A cold voice echoed through the room.
Shayan slowly opened his eyes. He was only four years old, but his face already carried the tiredness of someone much older.
His mother stood beside the door.
Mother: "Breakfast is ready."
For a brief moment, he smiled.
Shayan: "...Really?"
His mother didn't answer.
She simply walked away.
He hurried outside, hoping today would be different.
At the dining table, his father, Karemi, and his two older brothers were already eating.
The smell of warm bread filled the room.
Shayan quietly took a seat.
Just as he reached for a piece of bread—
Smack!
His mother's hand pushed his small hand away.
Mother: "Who told you to sit?"
He looked at her in confusion.
Shayan: "I... I thought breakfast..."
Mother: "Go wash the training yard first."
His brothers continued eating as if nothing had happened.
No one defended him.
No one even looked at him.
Shayan: "...Yes, Mother."
He stood up without another word.
---
Outside, the morning air was cold.
He picked up a broom nearly as tall as himself and began sweeping the dirt.
His tiny hands soon became sore.
Every few minutes he glanced toward the house.
He could hear laughter.
The clinking of bowls.
The sound of a happy family sharing a meal.
By the time he finished...
The table had already been cleared.
There was nothing left.
Not even a single piece of bread.
His stomach growled.
He quietly walked to the kitchen.
Shayan: "Mother..."
She didn't even turn around.
Mother: "What?"
Shayan: "Is there anything left?"
Mother: "No."
Shayan: "...I understand."
He smiled weakly, even though his heart hurt.
"I'll eat later."
---
That afternoon, Karemi called him outside.
Karemi: "Get ready."
Shayan's eyes lit up.
Shayan: “Are... are we going somewhere?"
Karemi: "Yes."
His father spoke without emotion.
Karemi: "We're going to Sharomasi."
Shayan: "The warrior school?"
Karemi nodded.
"You'll begin your training today."
For the first time in years...
Hope filled Shayan's heart.
Maybe...
If he became strong...
His family would finally smile at him.
Maybe...
They would finally call him their son.
Holding onto that small hope...
He followed his father toward the academy, unaware that the path ahead would become far more painful than he could ever imagine.
---
The road to Sharomasi Academy stretched through the center of Hisha Village.
The morning sun had finally broken through the clouds, warming the stone paths beneath Shayan's feet.
His small legs struggled to keep up with Karemi's long strides.
Shayan: "...Father."
“...Father!!!”
Karemi didn't answer.
Shayan hesitated before speaking again.
"Will I... become strong if I train there?"
A few seconds passed.
Karemi: "If you survive the training."
That was all Karemi said.
Shayan lowered his head.
Shayan: "...I understand."
Silence followed them for the rest of the journey.
---
After nearly an hour of walking, the school finally came into view.
It was far larger than he had imagined.
Gigantic wooden gates towered over dozens of young trainees practicing in the courtyard.
Some children were throwing glowing spheres of Chakstamina at wooden targets.
Others sparred with wooden swords while instructors shouted corrections.
Each impact echoed across the academy.
Shayan's eyes sparkled.
Shayan: "So... these are real Powerwarriors..."
For the first time in his life...
He wasn't looking at ordinary powerhumans.
He was looking at powerwarriors.
---
As Karemi and Shayan entered the academy, conversations around them slowly faded.
Students began whispering.
Students: "...Isn't that him?"
"The cursed child..."
"The Hinichat owner..."
"I heard he can't even become a proper Powerhuman."
He looked around in confusion.
Why were they staring?
Had he done something wrong?
He wanted to ask his father.
But Karemi simply continued walking.
---
Soon they arrived at a large training hall.
Standing in the center was a tall man wearing dark blue robes.
He had calm eyes and a gentle smile.
His voice carried warmth that immediately put others at ease.
Teacher: "Welcome."
He bowed politely.
"My name is Capihato."
"So this must be..."
His eyes rested on Shayan.
For a split second...
His smile disappeared.
"...Shayan."
The room became silent.
"So..."
Capihato whispered.
Capihato: "You're the child born with Hinichat."
Karemi nodded once.
Karemi: "Yes."
Neither of them spoke another word.
Shayan looked between the two adults.
He didn't understand why the atmosphere had suddenly become so heavy.
Capihato closed his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them again...
His gentle smile had returned.
Capihato: "I see."
"Then from today onward..."
"I'll be your teacher."
He extended his hand.
Shayan smiled brightly before shaking it.
Shayan: "It's nice to meet you, Master!"
Capihato smiled back.
Capihato: "...Likewise."
But for a brief moment...
A strange expression crossed his face.
Not hatred.
Not fear.
Something far more complicated.
As if he were fighting his own thoughts.
As he wanted something else but his duty is something else…
---
Training began immediately.
Capihato picked up a small stone and placed it in Shayan's palm.
Capihato: "Tell me."
"What is a Powerwarrior?"
Shayan stared at the stone.
Shayan: "...Someone who protects people?"
Capihato smiled.
Capihato: "A wonderful answer."
"But incomplete."
He gently took the stone back.
Capihato: "A Powerwarrior is someone who has learned to control the energy flowing through every living body."
He drew a simple human figure in the dirt.
Capihato: "This energy is called Chakstamina."
Using a stick, he marked hundreds of tiny dots across the drawing.
Capihato: "Every Powerhuman possesses four hundred vital points."
"Chakstamina flows through these points."
"The movement of that flow is known as Modde."
Shayan listened so carefully that he almost forgot to blink.
He asks innocently 
Shayan: “So I possess modde,vital points, and Chakstamina too?”
Capihato Smiled and Giggled 
Capihato: “Yah. Every powerhuman does” 
He was thinking about SHAYAN and how innocent he is. 
But while fighting his own thoughts. He Told Shayan That.
Capihato: "If your Modde is unstable..."
"You cannot properly use Nano."
"If your Modde is controlled..."
"You can shape Chakstamina into nano, weapons, or shields."
Shayan's eyes widened.
Shayan: “Master, what is nano?”
Capihato replied.
Capihato: “Nano is techniques that are made from your Chakstamina or… a different source of vital points”
Shayan rubbed his eyes and asked.
Shayan: “So… Chakstamina isn't the only power that contains vital points?” 
Capihato: “Technically No…”
“But Chakstamina Is the most common, Every powerhuman possesses it”
Shayan: "So... all those glowing attacks outside..."
"Were made from Chakstamina?"
Capihato nodded.
Capihato: "Exactly."
Shayan looked at Capihato innocently.
Shayan: “Woaahh!!!” 
"I want to learn everything."
For the first time that day...
Capihato smiled genuinely.
Capihato: "Then I'll teach you."
From outside, the sounds of training continued to echo through Sharomasi Academy.
Neither Shayan nor Capihato realized that this meeting...
Would one day decide the fate of all three members of Canasha.

---
The next day Shayan wakes up again without thinking for a single moment.
He quickly finished his breakfast. And ran towards sharomasi…
Whispering to himself he would become strong, he would learn a lot of things today.
After reaching Sharomasi; he saw a lot of kids who had already mastered many nano and Chakstamina. 
Ignoring them he goes to Capihato.
Stitching his head from behind, he said
Shayan: “I'm here, master.”
Capihato gently replied. 
Capihato: “Good morning Kid”
“Be ready because today's lesson might be complex… for you”
---
Capihato picked up a long wooden stick and drew six circles on the ground.
Capihato: "Shayan."
"Yes, Master?"
"What do you think makes a Powerwarrior different from an ordinary powerhuman?"
Shayan thought for a moment before answering.
Shayan: "Stre…Stren...Strength?"
Capihato looked at Shayan innocently.
Capihato: "Strength is only the result."
"The real difference is growth."
He pointed at the first circle.
"Every Powerwarrior starts here."
"Academi."
"The lowest official rank. At this stage, you are only beginning to understand Chakstamina, Modde, and the basic Nano." 

“It may spelled like Academy! But it has no relation to it at all.”

Shayan: “Then how is it pronounced?!” Capihato: “It may sound weird to you! But it's pronounced l 'Akaadaimee'” He moved the stick to the second circle.
Capihato: "After proving your abilities and after an exam, you become a Middler."
"A Middler can fight using basic nano and complete missions under supervision."
"Third rank..."
He tapped the next circle.
Capihato: "Chunenino."
"Powerhumans at this rank can lead squads, protect villages, and survive dangerous battles."
Shayan's eyes sparkled.
Shayan: "So they're really strong?"
Capihato nodded.
Capihato: "Very."
He continued.
Capihato: "The fourth rank is Zakentai."
Capihato: "Only warriors with exceptional control over Chakstamina and battle instincts can reach it."
"The fifth rank..."
"San-inino."
"This warrior is respected throughout the world. But we don't usually consider this level as a “rank” because it usually refers to a specific person. His name is known even in distant villages."
“The first,only, and the last San-inino is the legendary powerhuman “Ken”.
Shayan Look at the board with a wow face.
Shayan: “So…was Ken powerful?”
Capihato: “He might be the most powerful…who knows”
“Forget him for now come back at the topic”
Shayan: “Yes, Master!”
Shayan stared at the final circle.
Shayan: "And... the last one?"
Capihato's expression became serious.
Capihato: "Sultan."
Silence filled the training hall.
Capihato: "There are only 4 Sultans in our nultiverse."
"They are like the leader of the whole nultiverse (sometime even grand caardone)."
Shayan looks up at Capihato in confusion and asks.
Shayan: “But master what is nultiverse? And what is grand caardone?” 
Capihato replied.
Capihato: “look kid” 
“These are complex for even academi and middlers”
“But if you want, I will explain it simply and shortly”
“A nultiverse contains many universes and universes contain many planets.”
“A grand cardoon contains multiple nultiverses”
Shayan asks with a shocked face.
Shayan: “So…Sultan rules it all?!”
Capihato: "Yes… They are symbols of hope..."
"...or destruction."
Shayan looked at the six circles.
Shayan: "So..."
"What rank am I?"
Capihato looked at him for several seconds before answering honestly.
Capihato: "You haven't learned to control Chakstamina."
"You don't even understand Modde."
"You can't perform even the simplest Nano."
"You haven't become a Powerwarrior yet."
He smiled gently.
Capihato: “So right now..."
"You're below Academi."
Shayan lowered his head.
Shayan: "...Below the lowest rank?"
Capihato: "For now."
Capihato placed a hand on Shayan's shoulder.
Capihato: "But every Sultan..."
"Was once below Academi too."
Shayan slowly looked up.
Shayan: "So..."
"If I work harder than everyone else..."
“Can I become one?"
Capihato smiled.
Capihato: "If your determination is stronger than your excuses..."
"Then one day..."
"Yes.”
Shayan shouted 
Shayan: “Then I will become one!!!”
---
The afternoon sun hung high above Sharomasi Academy.
The other students had already moved to different training grounds, leaving only Shayan and Capihato inside the wooden hall.
A cool breeze drifted through the open windows.
Capihato knelt and drew a circle in the dirt.
Capihato: "Today, I'll teach you the foundation of every Powerhuman."
Shayan immediately sat down, his eyes fixed on the drawing.
Shayan: "The foundation?"
Capihato nodded.
Capihato: "If you don't understand this, nothing else will make sense."
He drew a simple figure of a human body.
Then, using the tip of his stick, he marked hundreds of tiny dots across it.
Capihato: "I've already told you about vital points."
“But today,we would understand what it really is” 
Shayan leaned forward.
Shayan: “Vital points?"
Capihato: "Yes."
"They exist throughout your body—from your fingertips to your feet."
He tapped one of the dots.
Capihato: "These points carry the energy that allows Powerhuman to create nano in a fight."
"You already know that energy."
Shayan asks in confusion.
Shayan: “Am I?”
Capihato said.
Capihato: “You know Abt Chakstamina. Don't you?”
Shayan: “Ohh… So the energy that powerhuman mostly use for creating nano.”
“mostly relies on vital points?”
Shayan: “Am I right, Master!”
“Ya…You're Right”
Shayan slowly repeated the word.
Shayan: "...Chakstamina."
“But how does it work?”
Capihato smiled.
Capihato: "Think of your body as a river."
"The water inside that river is Chakstamina."
"If the river stops flowing..."
"The water becomes useless."
He then drew arrows connecting the dots.
Capihato: "The movement of Chakstamina through your Vital Points is called Modde."
Shayan: "So Modde isn't power?"
Capihato: "No."
"It's the flow of power."
Shayan's eyes widened.
Shayan: "So if someone's Modde is faster..."
"They can use Chakstamina better?"
Capihato nodded proudly.
Capihato: "Exactly."
"You learn quickly."
A smile spread across Shayan's face.
Shayan: "But..." 
he asked
Shayan: "...what can Chakstamina actually do?"
Capihato stood and raised his right hand.
A faint blue light gathered around his palm.
The light slowly condensed into a glowing sphere no larger than an apple.
Shayan's jaw dropped.
Shayan: "So beautiful..."
Capihato: "This is pure Chakstamina."
"It has no special properties yet."
He gently tossed the glowing sphere into the air before catching it again.
Capihato: "Now watch carefully."
The sphere suddenly changed shape.
It became a sharp blade.
Then a shield.
Then a rope.
Finally, it disappeared completely.
Shayan couldn't believe what he had just seen.
Shayan: "How...?"
Capihato folded his arms.
Capihato: "When Chakstamina is shaped into a technique..."
"It becomes a Nano."
"A Nano is any ability created through your control over Chakstamina."
Shayan: "So every warrior has different Nanos?"
Capihato: "Correct."
"Some create weapons."
"Some control the earth."
"Some strengthen their bodies."
"And some invent completely new techniques."
Shayan's eyes shone with excitement.
Shayan: "Then..."
"Can I make my own Nano one day?"
Capihato looked at him silently.
For just a second...
A strange sadness crossed his face.
Capihato: "If you train hard enough..."
"You won't just learn one."
"You may create one that no one has ever seen."
Shayan clenched his tiny fist
He punched in the air with determination 
Shayan: "I will!"
"I'll become strong enough to protect everyone!"
Capihato stared at the determined child.
Capihato: "...Protect everyone..."
He quietly repeated those words to himself.
For reasons he couldn't explain...
His heart felt heavy.
He turned away before Shayan could notice the conflicted expression on his face.
Capihato: “That's enough theory for today."
"Tomorrow..."
"We'll see whether your Chakstamina can be awakened."
Shayan jumped to his feet, overflowing with excitement.
Shayan: "Yes, Master!"
As the little boy ran outside with a bright smile, Capihato remained alone in the training hall.
He looked at his own trembling hand.
Capihato: "...Hinichat..."
He whispered the cursed name under his breath.
Then he slowly closed his fist.
"I hope..."
"...history doesn't repeat itself.”
Capihato: “I think I should not do it…or I should” 
“That monster…I would not let him drain hinichat and use a little soul”