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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 playing on the streets. They played 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 play. Those kids will never amount to anything and that's why they can fool around, yet you will become 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 play with the children, he wouldn't suddenly become 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 play with him, all the games he wanted to play. 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 that comfort 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 things come 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.
...
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 becoming 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 glare, 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 becoming 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 placed 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.
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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 playing on the streets. They played 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 play. Those kids will never amount to anything and that's why they can fool around, yet you will become 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 play with the children, he wouldn't suddenly become 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 play with him, all the games he wanted to play. 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 that comfort 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 things come 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.
...
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 becoming 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 glare, 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 becoming 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 placed 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.
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 playing on the streets. They played 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 play. Those kids will never amount to anything and that's why they can fool around, yet you will become 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 play with the children, he wouldn't suddenly become 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 play with him, all the games he wanted to play. 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 that comfort 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 things come 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. ...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 becoming 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 glare, 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 becoming 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 placed 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.
