Chapter 337: 337


    Richter Greyhound was the second son of the eleventh head of the Greyhounds . He was a deviant even when one used the standards of the Greyhounds, his strength, his intelligence, were beyond someone his age should have . Still Richter even with all these gifts wanted to be like any normal child . Every now and then when he goes outside with his mother, brother and father for training, he would see children ying on the streets . They yed without a care in the world .


    Every time Richter saw how happy they were he wanted to join in . Of course he needed to ask his father’s permission, yet every time he would ask, Richter would always get the same answer .


    "Richter you don’t have time to y . Those kids will never amount to anything and that’s why they can fool around, yet you will be someone great, so you need to train even harder than the rest . "


    The seven year old Richter hearing his father tell him this over and over again, understood the logic behind it, but didn’t know why he needed to do it . Even if he did y with the children, he wouldn’t suddenly be weak would he?


    . . .


    Unlike his father, Richter’s mother was a kind woman, and every time Richter would sulk because of his father forcing him to train, she would try her best to cheer him up . She would be her son’s friend and y with him, all the games he wanted to y . This was Richter’s relief time, and it always made him happy . Every now and then Leon, Richter’s brother would also join in on the fun .


    Yet even with thatfort time, Richter’s situation was still hard . Though he would have fun sometimes, but most of the time he would be training harder than all the others . Still the time with his mother would always make him feel safe, warm, and happy, as if he was part of a normal family . Yet of course all thingse to an end .


    Richter’s mother had passed away after a failed mission . She was defeated by two existing SS rank mercs of the Granado Empire at the time . Richter was eight when this happened, and when he saw his mother’s lifeless body he cried in front of his mother’s grave . Yet the moment he cried his father smacked him right on the face .


    Richter’s body flew and hit the nearby wall . Leon wanted to help his brother but when he saw the look on their father’s face he stopped himself .


    Richter’s father slowly approached his second son with a face that was akin to a demon’s . The other members of the Greyhound family couldn’t do a thing, since he was the head of the family .


    "How dare you cry in your mother’s funeral! Your mother died a proud warrior of the Greyhounds, as her son you must not mourn her death, but rejoice since she died the most noblest of deaths . "


    The eight year old Richter clenched his fist and wiped the tears away . Even though the injury he received was great, he didn’t falter and he stood up with no more tears . Seeing his son act like that made the eleventh head of the Greyhounds nod in approval .


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    After the ceremony was over Richter was called to his father’s room . He was sure that he would be beaten until he was barely breathing, so Richter prepared himself mentally for that possibility .


    "Son the conduct you have shown, isn’t something a son of the Greyhounds should ever show . Still, I understand what you are feeling, but you must suppress those feelings . A true Greyhound is one who pursues the destruction of the Granado Empire above all else . He has no time for such weak feelings such as sadness, instead of wasting your time crying for the fallen, how about you strengthen you resolve and train some more . You are the one who is closest to bing the perfect Greyhound, to us you are our hope, the one who will finally achieve the Greyhounds one true wish . I don’t need a weak son like the one I saw a while ago, what I need is a son that would fulfill our family’s long cherish wish . If you aren’t up for it, kill yourself now . "


    Richter’s father then threw a gun which Richter caught . It was obvious what he wanted his son to do with this . Richter pointed the gun onto his stomach and shot himself . The pain was excruciating but the eight year old Richter didn’t falter as he stood proudly in front of his father . Richter then looked at his father with a deadly re, even as he was bleeding, Richter spoke words that no other eight year old would say .


    "The weak Richter has died as of this moment, now the strong Richter is born . I will no longer falter as I will make sure the Granado Empire falls . "


    From that point onwards Richter no longer had any naive or childish thoughts, and he solely focused on bing stronger and stronger, as he followed everything his father instructed him . He listened to his father’s words on how a true Greyhound must act . Still even at this point Richter still had a bit of humanity left, and that was ced on the shoulders of his older brother Leon . He lost more than he thought, when he killed his older brother, and from then on he became Richter the twelfth head of the Greyhounds .