My dear friends, I must confess that this is my first attempt at storytelling, and I understand it might have some amateurish elements. However, I am committed to improving over time. Let's begin this journey from the very start! The series will include romantic elements, but there won't be explicit content. I aim to create a captivating narrative, blending beauty, humor, and drama. The story will be told from the character's perspective to keep the atmosphere alive. Join me as we experience their joys, sorrows, and the intricacies of life. Expect heartwarming and amusing moments, as well as intense emotions. Our protagonist's resilience and pursuit of love will lead them to a deeper understanding of humanity.

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Beginning

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Sometimes I wonder if all the sorrows in the world find me. I never knew my parents, so my first home was the orphanage. By the way, my name is Halil Bozkurt. Halil means "Friendly," and Bozkurt means "Leader Wolf." That's a good name, isn't it?

Anyway, I was saying the orphanage. I was a little kid, and because of my fights at the age of 12, I ran away from the orphanage. But I ended up back there. Actually, I'm a smart guy. By claiming my right to compulsory education, I took charge of my life and passed the exams for scholarship schools. You have to take responsibility if you want to succeed in life. Somehow, I managed to pass the exam. After finishing secondary school, I had a chance to study abroad. Of course, it wasn't easy. It had certain conditions:

-Foreign Language Proficiency (English + German)

-Financial Support

-Passport

Let's go through each one!

I took care of the foreign language and got my passport, but there was still an issue with the financial support. When I saw other children at school with their families, it made me feel small and insignificant. However, the school principal found a solution for me. I managed to attend high school with the support of the state.

The real pain started when I fell in love. Anyone can understand the agony of love. First love, especially, holds a special place in people's hearts, and it often leaves a broken heart. Don't get me wrong, the girl I loved didn't leave me. I'm not that unlikable. Her name is Risa. She's about 1.63 meters tall, with cute freckles on her cheeks, red-orange hair, and captivating green eyes. She's a true beauty. Now, you might be thinking, "This girl noticed you?" Yes, she did! But our first meeting was a complete disaster.

Some jerk was trying to make fun of me. I tried to remain patient, but eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, so I confronted him. Unfortunately, the situation escalated, and I ended up knocking him out. I was so angry that I stormed off without looking back. At that moment, I accidentally bumped into someone while walking down the corridor. I was about to give them a piece of my mind, but when I looked up, I realized it was Risa. We made peace after the incident, and for the first time, it felt like she genuinely wanted to talk to me. If Risa was with me, I wouldn't care about anyone else in this world.

Of course, there were some painful sorrows amidst the good moments. Because of the fight, the boy I had knocked out wanted revenge and gathered 5 to 10 gangsters to confront us at night outside the cinema. He came at me with a crowd, but I managed to disarm him and fend off a few others. However, I didn't see the one who had a knife, and he attacked Risa. It broke my heart to see the person I loved being hurt, and in that moment, I felt completely helpless.

I tore my shirt to apply pressure to Risa's wound and rushed her to the hospital. Even though I was exhausted and my body was giving up, I didn't stop running. I couldn't stop. When I arrived at the nearest hospital covered in blood, I shouted for help. They put her on a stretcher and rushed her into surgery. Afterward, as I was starting to lose consciousness, I heard a voice, or at least I thought I did:

"Each power has a price. You're still too weak, you must grow stronger. If you don't become even stronger, your loved ones will keep getting hurt."

I don't know who the voice belonged to, but it sounded commanding. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm. How long had I been unconscious? It felt like an eternity. All I wanted was to see Risa. A nurse came to me as I tried to get out of bed.

"Stop! If you move, you might hurt yourself again. But I understand you're worried about your girlfriend. She's resting. A doctor will inform you about her condition soon. Please wait," she said, urging me to stay put.

After some time, a doctor came to me and said, "You look better. It wasn't easy moving you back to bed." I thanked him and immediately asked, "How is Risa, doctor? Please tell me she's going to be okay!" The doctor sighed and replied, "I'll be direct. The incident with the knife allowed us to discover her illness. I'm sorry to say that she has cancer, and it's quite advanced. We're doing our best, but she probably has no more than 3-4 months left." I couldn't bear to hear the rest of the word "cancer." I felt like my whole being was crumbling. I collapsed, and my head hit the pillow.

When I woke up again, I slowly made my way to Risa's room. As soon as I entered, I saw tears streaming down her beautiful face. I couldn't hold back my emotions either. I hugged her tightly, and tears flowed from my eyes. It felt unfair that someone so wonderful had to suffer like this.

A girl's tears are touching, but it's even more meaningful for a man to cry. Unfortunately, we can't always afford to cry openly. But in those moments, I allowed myself to let it out. Let me tell you the rest quickly. In the remaining 3-4 months, I did my best to make Risa happy. I learned to play the guitar, drew funny pictures for her, and cherished every moment we had. But no matter what I did, it couldn't change the reality. Before she closed her eyes in this world, she said to me with a smile:

"You have no idea how much happiness you brought into my life during this time. But I know our time is limited. I wish we had more time together. My last wish is for you to remember me but not to close your heart to anyone else. You deserve to be loved."

Those were the last words I heard from her. So I often wonder, "Why do all the sorrows find me?"

After that day, I took a two-year break from school. I channeled my anger into intense physical training, doing squats, running, shuttle runs, push-ups, and more, without stopping.

10, 100, 1000... The numbers didn't matter; it was all about the sports. But now, these familiar places are starting to feel constricting. I want to leave this place and go far away from the world. And just when I thought that, I saw an ad on the internet:

"Come to Kuoh High School in Japan! We care about your potential, not just your scores. If you're confident, join us. Scholarships are available too!"

Japan, huh... It's on the other side of the world. I thought, "Why not give it a try? I have nothing to lose anyway." I decided to pursue a high school education there and get away from there. What comes next, I will see in time.