Saima

Saima was born into a family of warriors, but she was the only girl. Her father was a decorated war veteran, and her older brother was a prodigy—strong, disciplined, and seemingly unbeatable. From a young age, she admired him, watching him train, fight, and rise as a hero. She wanted to be just like him. But whenever she spoke of her dream, she was met with laughter and doubt. “Fighting isn’t for girls,” they said. “You’ll never be as strong as your brother.”

But Saima refused to accept that. If strength was what defined a hero, she would become the strongest. Every day, she trained harder than anyone. While others rested, she pushed forward—punching, running, lifting, studying every fighting style she could. Pain was nothing. Fatigue was nothing. The world saw her as weak, so she would make sure there was no room for doubt.

Her journey was brutal. She faced countless failures, losing fights, getting knocked down, and barely being acknowledged. But every defeat made her stronger. She studied her losses, refined her techniques, and grew sharper with each battle. Unlike her brother, who was naturally gifted, Saima had to earn every ounce of her strength.

Years passed, and Saima’s training transformed her. She had become a warrior—not because of luck, not because of talent, but because of sheer will. When her nation faced its greatest crisis, she was the one who stood against the threat. In that moment, the girl who was once dismissed as weak proved she was anything but.

Through blood, sweat, and determination, Saima became a hero. She no longer lived in her brother’s shadow—she had forged her own legend. And now, when people spoke of strength, they spoke her name.

But to Saima, it wasn’t about proving others wrong anymore. It was about proving to herself that she could be everything she dreamed of—and more.