At nine in the morning, beneath a clear and pleasant sky, a sixteen-year-old boy stepped out of his house with visible excitement.
He wore new clothes.
There was confidence in his stride and a playful spark in his eyes.
His name was Bheem.
He had barely walked a short distance when a familiar face approached him.
"Good morning, my brother!" Bheem greeted with a grin.
"Good morning! And why are you late? I've been waiting," Nitesh replied.
"My brother was explaining everything. Honestly… I'm a little nervous. I don't know what kind of power I'll get. I just hope it's something strong—like your brother's."
Nitesh laughed.
"I'm nervous too. But I'm excited as well."
As they walked toward school, Nitesh asked,
"Did your brother leave for his mission?"
"Yes. Early this morning. He said this mission is dangerous. He might not return for a week."
They soon arrived at school.
Students between the ages of fifteen and seventeen filled the grounds.
Excitement was written across every face.
Today was no ordinary day.
The bell rang.
Its sound echoed sharply, almost painfully close to their ears.
All students gathered in the field, forming ten disciplined rows—four of girls, six of boys.
They wore ceremonial uniforms, identical and precise.
Moments later, a group of teachers stepped onto the stage.
One of them moved forward and began speaking.
"My dear students, today is your golden day. Today, you will receive your gift—the power that will define your path in life."
Silence covered the ground.
"Remember this," he continued,
"Power is neither good nor evil. It is the one who wields it who determines its nature."
"A sword is merely a tool.
It is the swordsman who chooses what it becomes."
The students were filled with energy.
Bheem and Nitesh exchanged determined smiles.
Then, another teacher stepped forward.
"Greetings. My name is Suresh Soni. I am the chief conductor of today's Awakening Ceremony."
He stood straight and joined his hands together.
Suddenly—
A golden sphere manifested before him.
From it, a radiant beam of light burst forth.
Like branches of a growing tree, the golden light divided and extended toward every student.
One by one, it entered the space between their brows.
Gasps filled the air.
But there was something no one noticed.
At that exact moment—
A meteor passed silently through space.
And as it appeared, faint streaks of multicolored light merged with the golden branches.
Those unseen rays slipped into the minds of a select few students.
No one realized.
The teachers were focused on monitoring the Awakening.
Transparent domes formed around each child—
protecting others from unpredictable bursts of power.
For no one knew…
What kind of ability might awaken within each of them.
And with that—
A new era of Awakening had begun.