Return of the Youngest Son with SSS-Rank Talent

Nun Maria stepped back as she said goodbye; she felt she was left over. The laughter of the orphanage children echoed through the place. The branches of the trees rustled in the cold breeze, while the snow fell softly, painting the ground white.

Kael watched the young man with an expressionless face:

"Name."

The boy lowered his head. He spoke hollowly, without a trace of will, "I don’t have one."

"You never got one?" Kael looked at him without his expression changing in the slightest.

"Haha... My mother used to call me ’Fucker’, ’Dog’, ’Scumbag’, ’Garbage’ and a few others I can’t remember." The boy replied with a light, cold laugh, but there was nothing funny about his tone.

"I see..." Kael muttered, though he knew the boy now didn’t have a name, and said, "So, now you have one... your name will be Eren. It’s short and easy to remember."

The boy nodded half-heartedly, accepting the name.

"Can you write?" asked Kael.

"Yes."