Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 105
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 105
”Andrew really is something….”
Emily tries to cut off her words, but all the friends agree.
“Oh! Then it’ll be good for earning pocket money!”
“Huh?”
“When you run out of pocket money, you can appear in minor roles!”
Everyone looks at Flash with cold, salty eyes.
“You have a lot of money, Flash.”
From Instory and Quick Food dividends to Silver Lake Star Story Cafe and gold mine dividends.
“…Mom manages it all.”
All the dividends are being invested in BlackRock and real estate.
So all he gets in hand is just 200 dollars a week.
This is also from monthly payments for selling technologies that Johann found in the family home of a deceased CIA Agent, but the promise to raise it by a hundred dollars every year has long been ignored.
For a 15-year-old boy with completely lifted movement restrictions except for curfew, 200 dollars was far too little money.
“I need to save that to buy a car!”
“Ah.”
Flash is also bullied, the friends become depressed.
“I’m not bullied, you bastards. Damn it, if it weren’t for Joseph, I could demand it confidently!”
Joseph, Flash’s Second Brother.
The scary brother who beats Flash daily for no reason, even though no one at school dares to touch Flash. By the way, he said the First Brother is the strongest of the three brothers.
“Hmm. Johann, you’re not going to be a manager, are you?”
Flinch!
Everyone looks at Johann in shock at Mason’s words.
“Who knows?”
He’s not attracted to it yet.
But who knows what will happen later.
“Phew.”
That was a relief.
Slam!
“Alright everyone. Focus!”
“Oh? Wait a moment!”
The friends quickly scatter.
Each to their own seat. Each to their own class.
“Good morning, Teacher.”
“Right. Good morning. Did I come in too late? So I’ll just quickly announce the news. Career experience starts this week. Career experience is….”
Point! Point point!
“Put your hands down since there’s no time. Career experience is….”
It’s Fairmont School’s curriculum created with the intention of helping students find careers that match their aptitude and interests by experiencing various jobs, and also acquiring related knowledge to ultimately pursue related majors.
It’s conducted for one month each semester every year until 12th grade, and it’s worth a whopping 2 credits.
“You know that high school operates on a credit system, right? Since you can earn credits relatively easily….”
Since it’s still the course correction period, it’s better to choose career experience if possible. It will also be a great help when entering college later.
America’s prestigious universities that you can’t easily enter just because you have high SAT (Scholastic Assessment Test) or ACT (American College Testing) scores.
You need high scores in various activities like volunteer work, club activities, and social activities to get into prestigious universities.
“Did I miss anything? Then correct your courses, check them, and submit by the end of class the day after tomorrow. That’s all. Listen well to your classes!”
The teacher left as if something was urgent, and all the students stood up and headed to the platform.
“Wow, Instory!”
“Gasp! BlackRock LA branch?”
“LA Times is here too!”
The job titles don’t catch the eye.
It’s because the company names are too dazzling.
“Johann, what are you going to do?”
Flinch!
The students briefly close their mouths and perk up their ears.
“Probably Rocky Management or Lewis & Boris, right?”
Rocky Management, which has continued to grow over the past 4 years based on the tremendous funds from Instory and Quick Food, and is now among the top five management companies in all of LA, no, all of California.
It’s at a level that wouldn’t be inferior even compared to major management companies in New York.
“Well….”
‘Rocky seems like it would be too easy….’
Would there be any employee who would dare treat the CEO’s son and major shareholder who is an exclusive photographer carelessly?
“Lewis & Boris is appealing though….”
Lewis & Boris law firm where all kinds of cases gather.
The related job is website management assistant, but just watching would be a unique experience.
The one month that Andrew Pearson mentioned.
The timing is perfect too.
‘Disney’s stage art is also appealing….’
Universal’s art history assistant is also appealing.
Art historians who handle historical verification for movies being produced.
Johann, who was carefully scanning job titles and companies, suddenly discovers one job and stops his gaze.
‘Hmm?’
Johann’s eyes light up.
“I’ll take this one.”
The moment he sees it, he feels a strong attraction.
One of the jobs that all American youth hope for.
An object of admiration, and a profession that all citizens don’t hesitate to call heroes.
And it’s a job related to the movie they’re going to film.
“I’ll go with this.”
“…Hey, you said you shouldn’t cause trouble for a month?”
“If you cause trouble here, that would be a bigger problem.”
“Ugh. That’s true though….”
Flash stared at the words ‘Fire Station – Firefighter Experience’ with anxious, trembling eyes.
* * *
Screech!
Johann gets out of the stopped car and stretches.
“Ugh!”
Career experience conducted every Saturday for a month, 6 hours a day.
“See you in the afternoon.”
Johann knocks on the car door, greets Rick Bottom, and walks down the downtown street.
Vroom! Honk honk!
Downtown with tall buildings and city hall.
Although countless corporations and companies are gathered here, it’s famous for not having very good security.
“With so many people, it can’t be helped though….”
Murmur murmur.
People filling the streets even though it’s Saturday.
Newsstands are selling newspapers and gossip magazines today too, and people walk busily with coffee in one hand, hurrying as if something is so urgent.
And among them, people on skateboards or bicycles pass by.
As Johann walks leisurely, a rich butter scent suddenly wafts to his nose.
“Half size for three bucks!”
‘Cuban sandwich!’
A Cuban sandwich made by putting ham, pork, cheese, pickles, and mustard sauce between wide, long Cuban bread and pressing it with a panini press.
Though he had breakfast an hour ago, Johann approaches as if enchanted.
“One full size.”
“Add a half size too.”
When he turns his head, a stranger is standing there.
A muscular, tall man in his late twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Fairmont School, right?”
Startled!
“Whoa whoa. Calm down, friend. I only said that because at eight in the morning, the only teenager who would stand in front of this food truck dressed like such a model student would be a Fairmont School student.”
“You’re a firefighter, aren’t you?”
“Oh?”
“You smell like smoke. Faintly.”
It’s not from his clothes but from his skin.
It means the smell of smoke has permeated his skin.
“Haha! Good nose you got there? That’s probably why you were drawn to Uncle Rico’s Cuban sandwich here! Ah, you’re the only one who knows about this place.”
If it gets more famous, it’ll be hard to buy and eat here.
“Since you complimented me, extra ham!”
“I love you!”
“Uhaha!”
‘What a cheerful person.’
The sandwich came out quickly.
Crunch!
“…Whoa.”
“Haha! How is it?”
“Worth bragging about.”
As he bites into the crispy bread crust toasted golden in butter, the warm and savory bread fills his mouth with salty, flavorful cheese and tangy mustard sauce.
The more he chews, the more the juices from the ham and pork dance on his tongue.
‘The sauce balance is insane.’
This is almost on par with Korean food.
“Ha. I knew you’d like it! Let’s go!”
Walking down the street while eating is improper etiquette, but there’s no time.
By the time he finishes the sandwich while walking quickly, the firefighter stops and points to a white building next to them.
“Welcome! To Fire Department Station 3!”
Fire Department Station 3, which oversees part of downtown, Chinatown, and part of the residential area.
This was where Johann would do his job experience starting today.
“He’s here! He’s here!”
“Oh? Is that him? He’s handsome!”
‘Huh? Me?’
Johann’s eyes widened at the sight of firefighters gathered in front of the fire station.
Grip!
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to meet you!”
The Fire Chief’s Office at Fire Department Station 3.
The Fire Chief grabs Johann’s hands excitedly.
There’s good reason for this.
After the mural ‘Fire Always Targets Us’ was painted four years ago, a Fire Museum was built and the fire department budget increased by a whopping 15 percent.
Thanks to that, they were able to replace all outdated equipment, use consumable equipment much more freely than before, and welfare improved significantly.
Plus the donations from various organizations and individuals that are still pouring in.
All thanks to Robert Burton, Jamie Valin who is currently renowned as a genius female mural artist, and Johann.
Of course, Johann was just an assistant, but they still had to express their gratitude.
“You came for job experience?”
He doesn’t need to worry about evaluation.
Just showing up guarantees an A+.
“No. Since I came to experience the noble profession of firefighting, I can’t do that. Please give me anything to do.”
“Oh!”
Even his character is excellent.
“Ah, drink this, drink.”
“Yes.”
After drinking all the canned beverage the Fire Chief gave him, Johann had to endure a bit more before he could come down to the first floor.
The first-year students who arrived on time looked at Johann enviously.
“Hey! Johann!”
Oliver, the firefighter who shared the sandwich with him, gestures.
“From today, you and I are a team. Think of me as your mentor.”
More accurately, a guardian.
A guardian who protects these future pillars who came to understand firefighters’ hardships from various threats and teaches them everything about firefighting.
“Follow me. I’ll show you what we need to do in the morning.”
This is what Johann will have to do as soon as he comes to work starting next week.
“Put strength in your back as you lift. One, two, heave!”
“Hup!”
“Oh, you’re strong?”
“It’s not that heavy.”
“Haha.”
‘It really isn’t though.’
Johann and Oliver, who loaded fire hoses, fire-resistant suits, oxygen tanks and other firefighting equipment onto a large cart, head to the parking lot behind the building.
“Don’t overlap the fire-resistant suits!”
“Hold them down with stones!”
The parking lot behind where firefighters and students who arrived first are working in pairs of two, spreading fire hoses and fire-resistant suits on the ground.
“This is the fire station’s first morning task.”
Washing and drying firefighting equipment that got wet and contaminated with ash while suppressing fires that occurred overnight.
“If we don’t wash them clean, they’ll rot quickly.”
These were purchased with precious tax money from citizens.
They had to save as much as possible and use them for a long time.
“Even so, they’ll wear out quickly, won’t they?”
It’s fire, after all.
No matter how good the material, its effectiveness is bound to decrease after a few uses.
“Do you keep using those too?”
“We have to replace them when effectiveness drops by more than 10 percent.”
That applies to fire-resistant suits, fire-resistant gloves, masks, and such.
Protective equipment directly connected to firefighters’ lives in emergency situations like fires. Since one firefighter is responsible for the lives of hundreds or thousands of citizens, protective equipment requires special attention.
“So this kind of maintenance extends that period.”
Then this is a very important act.
The firefighters’ desperate effort to save even a little of the citizens’ tax money.
‘This won’t do. Entry.’
It seems like it would be bad to spread them incorrectly.
“Search. Firefighter.”
Whooom!
“Ah.”
Johann bursts into admiration as he watches the rain of flying orbs.
“There are so many of them.”
In the past, and even now.
There are this many heroes who risk their lives every day for the citizens.
But….
“Why are they all mixed with gray….”
Every single one has a mental illness.
Even the brightly shining orbs.
Johann grits his teeth and grabs one orb, stabbing it into his chest.
-Oh God,
When I am called to duty
Even in the most intense flames
Give me the strength to save a life.
[Firefighter’s Prayer, Alvin William Lynn]
‘Ah.’
It’s been a while since I’ve seen this.
These kinds of tragedies.
Tragedies created by chance, or by malice.
Heroes crying out over lives they couldn’t save.
As he grits his teeth and opens his eyes, Oliver’s words reach his ears.
“Still, American firefighters are treated relatively well.”
He said that in some countries, they conduct fire suppression without being able to replace fire-resistant suits even when their effectiveness drops by more than 50 percent.
“That’s ridiculous.”
At that level, it’s like entering a fire pit with bare skin.
‘There are countries like that?’
That’s the level from the era when ‘Firefighter’s Prayer, Alvin William Lynn’, nicknamed Smokey, was active.
The level of America from almost 50 years ago.
“Thanks to you, the treatment has gotten even better.”
“…It just happened to turn out that way.”
Honestly, when I was drawing ‘Fire is Always Watching Us’, I wasn’t really thinking about firefighters.
I was only concerned with fire prevention.
So when they welcome me like this and thank me, I don’t know what to do.
“Haha! You could just play around on your mobile phone, but you said you wanted to experience it properly?”
“Of course that’s what I should do. And I think I did well to do it.”
The fire equipment that fills the empty space of the parking lot smells of wet ash.
It means they jumped into fire yesterday too.
‘I didn’t see any fire news….’
Does it mean fires happen so often, so the media doesn’t cover fire news much?
Either way, it makes me think a lot.
Still, my hands move busily.
“Ah, that’s just any way… did you study ahead by any chance?”
“Haha.”
Crackle!
-Oliver!
“Yes, I’m drying the equipment.”
-Dispatch….
“Let’s go!”
Oliver kicks off the ground before the person on the walkie-talkie even finishes speaking.
Johann quickly chases after him.
“Put this on! If you wear it like this….”
“I’ll go first!”
He puts on suspender pants, sticks one arm into a jacket, holds a helmet in one hand, and runs toward the fire truck.
“W-wait…!”
Leaving behind the flustered Oliver reaching out his hand, Johann climbs onto the only Tower Ladder with its engine running.
Tower Ladder means a ladder truck with a basket attached.
“18… seconds?”
The time it took from receiving the dispatch radio to running to the building, putting on the fire-resistant suit, and getting in the car.
When the firefighter who had arrived first and was sitting in the driver’s seat holding a stopwatch stares blankly at Johann in an incomprehensible situation, Oliver comes running breathlessly and looks blankly at Johann sitting in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing? Aren’t we dispatching?!”
If it’s a solo dispatch of the Tower Ladder, it means someone in need of rescue is hanging from a high place.
It was a situation where every second counted.
“Uh, yeah. Uh, get on quickly!”
“Yes, yes!”
Weeeeeng!
The car rushed toward the road.
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