Adopted Soldier

Alex shook his head, as his mind started to flow into that direction . That’s not the thing he should be thinking about right now . What he should be thinking about right now, is how he and his friends are suppose to survive the upcoming trial .

Alex knew that his friends were extraordinary individuals, but this time they would be facing a true monster . This would be the same as the time they played tag with Lyner, but this time it’s with a psychopathic monster of an old man .

Alex was sure that no matter how strong his friends have gotten, when Richter makes a move, Alex was sure his friends wouldn’t be able to do anything . In front of that person all of them were but helpless children . Even though Alex hated his grandfather to his very core, he still acknowledge the old man’s inhuman strength and abilities .

Now that Richter has proclaimed he would bring all his friends from the mercenary club to have a reunion with him, that was all Alex needed to hear to know that it was good as done . He hasn’t seen the old man go back on his word, since everything he said has happened .

’What should I do Rachel . . . Dad . . . ?’ Alex hated this, not only was he imprisoned by his very own grandfather, his friends were also being affected by his own problems . Because of him, they might die, because of him they were being pulled into such a horrible situation .

Once again because of him, the people he loves would die . Once again because of his weakness he felt only hopelessness . Alex gritted his teeth, as he tried to stop himself from crying .

"What the f*ck am I doing!?" Alex shouted as he punched the floor making his room shake a bit . ’Why the hell am I about to cry?! The f*ck will crying do?! Instead of feeling sorry for myself shouldn’t I do something about this situation?!’

Alex then remembered the confident smile on the face of his teacher, Lyner . Wasn’t he the one who showed him, that no matter how dire the situation, and no matter what kind of disadvantage you might have, as long as you persevere a way to victory would always appear .

As Alex gained a renewed sense of purpose he started racking his brain until he could reach an answer to his predicament . Yet no matter how much he thought about it, in his mind his grandfather was able to counter anything and everything he thought of . Richter was there in the back of his mind, always looking at him in disappointment .

In this one year Richter was able to deeply ingrain in Alex’s mind, that he could pretty much predict anything Alex would do . That was when Alex reached the conclusion that the best course of action was to kill everyone else and let Rachel live . When the thought of this came into his head Alex started pounding his head onto the wall of his room .

"What the hell are you thinking Alexander Samarita! This is what that old b*stard wants you to do! Are you truly willing to once again become Dalvir Greyhound, the sad little boy looking for his grandfather’s approval . The sad little boy who lost his parents because of his weakness!"

Alex started angrily berating himself, while he continued to pound his head .

If it was the Alex before he regained his emotions, he would have chosen to kill all the others without any hesitation . Seeing as his mission was to protect Rachel, and in the end become happy . In his current state to protect Rachel he needed to kill all his other friends, and to become happy after the fact Rachel was needed .

Yet now that he has regained his emotions and memories, killing his friends would never lead to happiness, for that would haunt him for all eternity . Alex who was hitting his head onto the wall, hated himself for even thinking about it .

Killing his friends for Rachel’s sake wouldn’t make him happy, it would even make Rachel hate him . Alex finally calmed down when his head started to bleed .

Richter who was watching as usual, was feeling amused by his grandson’s dilemma . As long as he is able to go beyond this, he would be practically touching the realm of being a perfect Greyhound . Richter could already see it, the future where Alex finally becomes the Greyhound he had envisioned . At that time his grandson with his very own hands would kill him .

While Alex kills him he would look at him with those emotionless eyes . The same eyes Richter saw when Alex was six . Those same eyes that could make even Richter shiver in both fear and excitement . Those eyes would be looking directly at him as his life slowly fades away .

The eyes Alex showed him that one time, the potential he saw in them was amazing . Those were the eyes that had nothing in them, only pure logic and rationality . When Alex reaches that stage one more time, would be the time Richter would die, and he would have willingly give his life .

’If my death would bring about the strongest Greyhound, the most perfect Greyhound, then so be it . The life of a failure like me is a small price to pay, to witness the birth of the pinnacle . ’

Richter smiled as he thought about his approaching end, and the birth of the Greyhound he continued to look for .

. . .

Alex who was finally able to calm down, started to think about other ways to escape and once he wasn’t able to think of anything new, Alex started punching the wall where the exit of his room was located .

Alex continued to punch the wall with all his strength . His punches now were so strong each one of them had the strength to pulverize boulders . Alex kept on punching and punching, as the sound of booming echoed throughout his room .

After a while Alex’s hands started to bleed from all the punching he was doing . ’What the hell was all that training for?! If in the end I still couldn’t protect anyone . What’s the reason for the strength I amassed? Wasn’t it so that I would never feel the same pain I felt back then . That pain that led me to seal all of my emotions and memories away . All that I sacrificed just so that I would never feel that helpless again . Yet look at me even after all those years, I’m still that helpless little boy in front of his grandfather . ’

Alex finally stopped punching, and started to silently cry as he knelt down on the ground .

. . .

Richter who saw Alex crying sighed . "Still too weak . . . Don’t worry my beloved grandson, I’ll be sure to grant you the strength that you so desire . "