Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 23
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 23
7. League
“Good work.”
Giselle Buncheon wipes her sweat while looking at Johann.
Johann, soaked in sweat, quietly stares back at her.
His persistent gaze seems to demand she tell him more of what she knows, making her lips twist involuntarily.
“The next lesson is in 5 days. Until then, make sure to review what you learned today.”
“…Thank you for your hard work.”
Click!
Giselle closes the door and her expression grows serious.
‘His expression… has deepened.’
Though subtle, the concentration of emotion contained in his fingertips, lips, and entire body has intensified.
‘What happened while I wasn’t watching?’
It’s certainly an encouraging change, but since she can’t tell if it’s due to something positive or negative, it’s hard to feel purely happy about it.
Feeling frustrated, she lets out a long breath.
“I was going to have dinner together…”
She had used more stamina than expected. It was because she got excited teaching Johann, who absorbed everything as instructed.
She felt so tired she might fall asleep while eating.
She had to maintain her pride as a teacher.
“I need to exercise.”
Though she exercised daily, she needed to do it a bit more intensely.
She had to build up her stamina.
Giselle forced strength into her drooping eyes and left the Directing Studio, while Johann, left behind, looked at where Giselle had been and reviewed what he learned today.
‘Some things I know, some things I don’t.’
The ‘Talking Mannequin, Ines de Fressange’ who lost interest in modeling work after launching her own brand.
After she retired from active work, so many things had been systematically organized.
That was interesting.
The fun of learning the meaning of things he knew but didn’t understand, the fun of learning things he didn’t know.
“Heave-ho!”
Johann got up and headed to the CEO Office.
* * *
“If you need anything, please let me know anytime.”
“…You could just go home, you know.”
“I’m Johann’s Manager after all.”
It was his duty to watch over Johann until Larry went home.
Johann watched Rick Bottom heading to the first floor before closing his room door.
Since Larry was busy with work and came home late, this would continue to happen. It was something he’d have to get used to.
Johann looked at the guitars and sports bag placed on his bed.
Zip!
“…”
As the sports bag opened, the scent of new items wafted out.
The sight of the baseball glove, shoes, and protective gear pierced his eyes.
But he soon closed it.
It was unfortunate, but now wasn’t the time to touch these things.
His first training would start tomorrow anyway. He’d be touching them to his heart’s content from now on.
Johann carefully set the sports bag down in a corner of his room and caressed the case containing the guitar.
A black case with “YAMAHA” written in one corner.
When he opened it, a light oak-colored body greeted him.
“The first thing I ever bought…”
Including food, this was the first thing he’d ever purchased.
Originally he wanted to buy baseball equipment too, but Larry was absolutely against it, so he had no choice but to buy only this.
The fun of holding it against his body and plucking the strings while choosing.
The sense of loss and satisfaction he felt when paying.
While he felt like he was losing something as the money left, he was also satisfied that he’d bought something with his own money for the first time, and he vowed to treasure it.
And he looked forward to what kind of sound it would make when properly played.
Johann carefully embraced the acoustic guitar and closed his eyes.
‘Entry.’
The vast universe spread before his eyes.
“…It’s increased a lot.”
Day by day, with each new experience, his capacity limit had grown.
At this rate, it seemed he’d soon be able to absorb one more existence like ‘The One Who Became a Star’ – that is, two existences simultaneously.
‘Or I could absorb and access someone as remarkable as Giselle.’
“Check access list.”
As Johann’s voice echoed, orbs of light flew from all directions and aligned vertically before him.
He looked at the orb at the very top.
A faded yellow orb, larger than half a head but smaller than a full head.
An existence the same size as ‘Talking Mannequin, Ines de Fressange’ and ‘Rack, Dennis Eckersley’.
[Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh]
Joe Walsh, whom he had absorbed almost impulsively since it was an Eagles song and he’d heard his music up close.
‘Talent, life’s ups and downs, recognition – all similar.’
Thinking about it again, it had been an incredibly fascinating experience.
Emotions that he could only capture a few times a year, and couldn’t recreate no matter how hard he tried to sing the same way once the moment passed, had vividly come alive and filled his body.
Just recalling that time brought it vividly to life as if it were happening right now.
Those sensitively reactive emotions.
Emotions that reacted differently from ‘Talking Mannequin, Ines de Fressange’.
Currently he was accessing ‘The One Who Became a Star’, so only fragments of ‘Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh’ remained, yet his vocal cords and body urged him to sing.
They pleaded with him to play guitar.
“This is what a singer is…”
More precisely, you’d have to be born with this level of talent to become a singer like Joe Walsh.
‘This person is interesting too.’
Johann pulled out ‘The One Who Became a Star’ and placed ‘Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh’ in his chest.
Then…
“Ah.”
Musical inspiration exploded in his head once again. The musical inspiration of loneliness and longing that had confused his mind when singing on the radio.
Johann opened his eyes and looked for a pen.
It seemed he wouldn’t be able to practice guitar without getting this musical inspiration out of his system.
Meanwhile, on the sofa.
Strum-di-di-ding-di, strum-di-di-ding-di.
Rick Bottom’s ears perk up at the guitar sounds coming from upstairs.
The repetition of a single chord.
When transitioning to another chord, there’s a moment of silence. The clumsiness of a beginner comes through vividly.
Even so, his tightly pressed lips twitch as they form a smile.
‘I don’t know what song this is, but….’
The loneliness that the song itself carries has a strong scent of the Eagles.
His artist really knew how to listen to music.
Rick Bottom hummed the guitar riff with his eyes closed.
* * *
‘It doesn’t hurt.’
Johann looks at his fingertips.
“Why?”
The guitar instructor he absorbed and read yesterday, ‘Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh’, and the people he read in the forest all said that when you first play guitar, your fingers hurt as if they’re being torn apart.
But there’s no sign of pain even after the entire lesson is over.
“Is it because of the calluses?”
The incredibly hard calluses formed from living in the forest.
“…Well, good things are good things.”
If he had known this, he would have practiced a bit more yesterday.
Johann had only practiced for 2 hours and stopped because of today’s first baseball training.
He feels regret about the time that has passed….
‘I’ll be able to practice to my heart’s content from now on.’
His lips form a smile.
“Johann!”
“Johann!”
Calls coming from both sides.
Emily and Flash approach with their friends, then frown when they see each other.
“You’re going straight to the Rockies, right?”
“No? Johann has to go to baseball club training with us today?!”
“Huh?”
Emily’s trembling eyes look at Johann.
“Let’s go together tomorrow.”
“…Okay. See you tomorrow.”
As Emily drops her shoulders and turns around, Flash grins with victory.
“You brought all your gear, right?”
“Yeah.”
Johann opens the sports bag he’s carrying to show him.
“Two pairs of shoes and protective gear too… You’ve got everything! Let’s go!”
Flash and his friends urge Johann along as they head to the baseball field.
Johann enters the locker room he had visited with Flash a few days ago and stops for a moment when he discovers something.
Johann Jefferson.
His name is attached to a yellow locker.
“Hehe. How does it feel to see your locker?”
“…I feel like I belong here.”
It’s just a locker with a nameplate, but suddenly he feels a sense of belonging.
“Hehehe.”
“Hihihi.”
“Let’s hurry and change clothes! We need to play catch before the other kids come!”
“Yeah!”
As Flash and his friends scatter, Johann also reaches out and pulls open his locker.
Clank!
The metallic smell and faint odor that gets sucked into his nostrils.
‘Someone used this before.’
When he thinks about it, it’s natural.
Johann suppresses his disappointment as he lifts his head, takes off all his clothes, and changes into the Fairmont Little Pumas uniform in the locker room.
“Ah! You need to wear the all-round shoes!”
He’s already wearing them.
Unlike pitcher shoes with narrow, sharp spikes, the all-round baseball shoes are wide and blunt.
“Ooh!”
When Flash and his friends give him thumbs up, his chest swells with pride.
“Johann! Stand in front of your locker! I’ll take a picture for you!”
When Flash holds up his mobile phone, Johann closes his eyes and opens them.
‘Huh?’
Something feels different.
Flash looks puzzled but soon presses the shutter, and Johann nods and waves his hand after checking the photo.
“Now let’s all take one together.”
In a way, it’s baseball that started thanks to Flash.
He wants Flash and his friends to be part of this bookmark too.
“Yeah!”
The children quickly come over and huddle together as if they would have been disappointed if he hadn’t suggested it.
With the click sound, a memory to remember in the future is created.
“Hehehe.”
“Hihihi.”
Like Johann just before, they can’t help but laugh.
“Alright! Shall we go then!”
“Hooah!”
“Ah, Johann. We do stretching before throwing the ball, you know? The way to do stretching is….”
* * *
Murmur murmur.
When all classes end, the students divide into two groups.
Students who go home in their parents’ cars and students who head to clubs.
Among them, students heading to the baseball field on campus discover each other and greet each other happily.
“John!”
“Bobby!”
“…Haah.”
The children sigh as soon as they exchange greetings for the first time in about a month.
“School really has started.”
“Ah, I hate practice.”
Children who like baseball but hate practice.
They hated it even more after resting for a month.
However, they have no choice but to go. If they don’t participate in practice, they can’t play in games.
The number of people who can play in one game is at most 18.
Due to the nature of Little League, pitchers change every 3 innings, and at this time, players in other positions can all be substituted too.
But the number of members belonging to the Fairmont Little Pumas is a total of 40 from 3rd to 5th grade.
Members who aren’t diligent will find it hard to play even two games during the league.
On top of that….
“When the exhibition games start, we’ll face them too, right?”
“Probably….”
Little Puma’s rival school, and a school that plays in the AAA League yet always makes their lives miserable.
‘What does it matter that we’re private school students anyway.’
Thinking of them as public school students, they naturally let out sighs and move with heavy steps.
“Ah, those seniors are probably there, right?”
“They must be there.”
“I hate it….”
The 5th graders who will soon advance to middle school.
The villains who steal away their chances to play in games.
It would be nice if someone could knock them down a peg, but the cunning 5th graders don’t mess with Flash. They know they’d get beaten if they tried.
‘They’re here….’
The students entering the changing room all speak in unison.
“Hey! Why aren’t you moving faster?!”
“What are you doing being later than us 5th graders!”
“We’re sorry….”
The students grumble internally as they scatter to their respective lockers.
The middle school students click their tongues watching them, then soon start talking among themselves.
“Ha. Will we be able to steal the starting catcher position this season?”
“Probably not….”
“In the end, we have no choice but to wait for Flash to be selected for the representative team.”
“Haaa.”
“…We’re definitely better compared to those kids, right?”
“The best ones are those kids. The pitchers.”
Even combining all the way up to 5th grade, there are only four starting pitchers.
“Hehe. So who told you to play fielder?”
“Ah, your control isn’t working. Really.”
“Hahahaha!”
‘Ugh! I wish someone would shut those guys up!’
Divided into winners and losers, they entered the baseball field.
Thwack!
The sound of the mitt nearly bursting greeted them.
The Little Puma members looked at the pitchers.
“Nice to meet you all. This is Johann Jefferson, who transferred in as a 4th grader. His main position is pitcher.”
Johann’s introduction brings mixed reactions.
‘That’s right!’
‘Damn it-!’
Bob Lee Swagger, watching the murmuring students, claps his hands.
“Let’s stop the introductions here. Did you all have fun during vacation?”
“N-no!”
A sudden wave of anxiety hits.
However, Bob Lee Swagger lightly ignored it.
“Looks like you had fun after all. Then… run.”
The kids who probably played around without any special training during vacation. He had to build up their stamina first.
‘I can become friends with Johann through training.’
Johann, who transferred in during the spring semester, not even the fall semester which is the first semester. He’s no different from a stone that suddenly rolled in.
That meaning is included in why he’s trying to make them roll. Originally, people become friends when they roll around together.
“Twenty laps. First twenty to finish.”
“Ahhh!”
The kids, who had turned pale, started running toward the fence surrounding the baseball field, and Johann also put down his glove and began chasing after them.
‘Twenty laps around this width? Hmm?’
He said this while narrowing his eyes.
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