Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 31
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 31
”Grumble.”
Inside the moving car, Johann glances at Ada who has fallen asleep with their heads leaning against each other, and thinks of Flash’s Second Brother.
The one who looked down condescendingly, then apologized and left.
‘He’s going to get hit again when he goes back.’
Flash’s Father had exactly that expression.
“Johann.”
“Yeah?”
“Did you have fun today?”
“…Yeah.”
It was fun, and regrettable.
‘What would have happened if I had pitched until the end.’
Probably Alessandro Hawks, Julio wouldn’t have scored, and Fairmont Little Pumas would have won for the first time in 15 years.
That part is very regrettable.
But it can’t be helped.
‘Because it’s a rule.’
Little League pitchers can only pitch a maximum of 3 innings.
Anyway, today isn’t the only day. Though it was a rival game, since it wasn’t the main league, it was a game where neither side was in perfect condition.
‘There will be another chance later. Besides…’
Fairmont Little Pumas is not the first place team in the County League, but a team competing for the top spot.
When the league starts, he’ll be able to feel the same joy as today again.
So…
“It was extremely fun.”
“Really?”
Praise that seems to be heard for the first time.
‘He’s completely enjoying it now.’
Life in the city.
Life mingling with other humans.
Larry smiled brightly.
“Want to watch baseball today?”
Sitting on the sofa. Like any other family.
‘Sofa?’
Come to think of it, this is the first time. Sitting on the sofa with Larry watching TV.
Larry, who had been busy with work even on Sundays until now.
“Yeah.”
‘Like any other family.’
Warm air filled the inside of the car.
* * *
Vroooom!
Early morning, Johann watches the grass being cut away.
Larry cutting the fairly grown grass with a red machine.
‘Did they say you get punished if you neglect the lawn?’
In America, when you own a house, the owner must landscape the yard or grow grass, and if this grass is neglected to the point of harming the aesthetics, you get fined.
So many cases just fill it with stones or cement and grow it very small, just for formality.
“Johann, want to try it too?”
“Is that okay?”
“No, it’s not.”
Since the accident rate from lawn mowers is high, the government recommends that those below a certain age not use them.
“What.”
“Haha. Help me collect the grass.”
“Okay.”
After cutting the grass and entering the house, both of them freeze when they see the kitchen.
Johann looks at his mobile phone.
“It is Sunday, right?”
“…Puhaha!”
Larry collapses holding his stomach.
However, Johann’s gaze remains fixed on Ada, who is dressed in a suit and chewing toast.
She seems sharper than usual for some reason.
“What do you think of me, Johann?”
“…A sloth?”
A sloth limited to weekends and mornings.
No, something even worse than that.
“Ugh.”
She can’t get angry because it makes sense.
“There’s a trial in the morning.”
“Ah.”
Then it makes sense. Even her sharp appearance from just now.
Larry hands Johann milk while explaining and narrows his eyes.
“You were strumming the guitar late into the night yesterday… Did you compose again?”
Not only that, Johann even jumped rope at dawn.
“Yeah. The title is Little Wolves.”
His teammates who were so happy about tying with Hawks that they shook their butts even while showering.
That sight was like watching his brothers from childhood.
He tried composing by mixing in the emotions he felt from yesterday’s game as well.
“I’m thinking of completing it later by adding instruments at Gene’s Studio.”
He started jumping rope all because of height growth.
Jump rope, which all the Sports Medicine Doctors he checked yesterday unanimously mentioned. Jump rope, which is a suitable exercise for giving appropriate stimulation to growth plates.
Since there happened to be a jump rope in the garage, he tried using it.
“Hmm. Really?”
“Why?”
“I was thinking of going to the flea market today.”
Johann, who has only gone back and forth between home, school, and company even though it’s been well over a month since being brought from the forest.
He wanted to show him somewhere different today.
“Flea Market? Ah!”
He’s seen it while reading.
A flea market where they sell unused items or handmade goods.
“While we’re at it, let’s also check if there’s a place that sells unprocessed raw leather, and try food that’s only sold there…”
“I want to go!”
A new experience.
Johann’s eyes lit up.
* * *
Buzz buzz.
“…Wow.”
Under the blindingly blue sky.
Johann arrives at the Rose Bowl Flea Market, LA’s largest flea market, and stares blankly at the entrance packed with people despite it being 9 AM.
‘So many people live in LA.’
LA, where over 3.5 million people live.
Until now, he had only traveled between school, house, company, and Smithington’s Studio, so he hadn’t felt that he lived in a city with so many people, but now he feels like he roughly knows how big this city is.
‘It would have been nice if Emily and Flash had come along too.’
When he contacted them, they were all sleeping, so he had no choice but to promise next time.
“Here, here’s your ticket! You can just hand it to the entrance manager later!”
Directly handing over a ticket and entering like this would also be a new experience for Johann.
Johann smiles brightly at Larry’s words.
“Thanks, Larry.”
Johann grips the ticket tightly in one hand, worried he might lose it, and takes Larry’s outstretched hand.
‘Ugh!’
As they get closer to the entrance, he can definitely feel how many people there are.
The unpleasant sensation of feeling like a chicken patty in a sandwich because of people pushing from behind and holding firm in front.
At that moment, his body is suddenly lifted up and placed on Larry’s shoulders.
“La, Larry?!”
“Ugh?! H, how’s this? Is this better?”
“…I’m heavy.”
He may be short, but that doesn’t mean he lacks muscle.
“It’s fine. This much is nothing.”
No matter how heavy he might be, could he be heavier than Larry’s desire to adopt Johann, heavier than the life he had lived so far?
Moreover, no matter how mature he might be, he’s still a child who needs adult protection. Even if it’s uncomfortable, he hopes Johann will bear with it for now.
“I’ll put you down once we get inside.”
“…Okay.”
Suddenly his heart trembles with excitement.
The reassurance he had only felt from Wolf Mother.
The feeling of two different threads being woven into one.
Johann hugged Larry’s head tightly, and seeing Johann completely lean on him like this, Larry’s chest also feels tight.
His face breaks into a smile.
“Have a great time making memories with your family!”
“Haha. Thank you.”
The manager shows no sign of annoyance despite the difficulty from so many people.
“That guy must be here to work part-time too.”
“Part-time?”
Johann, who had been quietly looking at the punched ticket, looks at the young-looking manager again at Larry’s words.
“I did a lot of part-time jobs like this when I was young too.”
Because his parents gave him almost no allowance except for tuition and transportation costs for school life, he had done various part-time jobs starting with household chores.
“Huh? You’re not surprised?”
“Because Larry doesn’t overspend.”
It’s something he knows from reading Larry, but since he can’t say that, he covers it with plausible words.
“Oh!”
‘Did he watch me until he learned that about me?’
His chest feels tight again.
“Haha! Anyway, this is Rose Bowl!”
Johann turns his head and another exclamation bursts from his mouth.
Rose Bowl Flea Market has almost no room to step, as if the entrance was just a preview. Even though he’s riding piggyback, the stalls displaying various items at the booths are barely visible.
But one booth catches his eye immediately.
Since Johann suddenly becomes quiet, Larry looks up and bursts into laughter as he heads in that direction.
“One cotton candy, please.”
“Yes! One cotton candy!”
Johann’s eyes stare intently at the machine spinning furiously.
Sugar threads thinner than hair shooting out from the machine and the long stick weaving them together.
“You know what, Johann?”
“What?”
“If you search through places like this carefully, you can find authentic items?”
Flea markets where items without high monetary value are bought and sold cheaply.
However, since it’s a time when the economy has nearly collapsed, there’s a high probability that amazing antiques that were sleeping in warehouses or attics were hastily put out without knowing their value.
“Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a Picasso painting?”
“Really?!”
Pfft, chuckles erupted from around them, but Johann stares at the endlessly spread stalls with serious eyes.
Rose Bowl Flea Market, which is said to have over 1,100 booths.
‘If it’s Picasso, how many hamburgers would that be…?’
‘The founder of Cubism, Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso’, whose mere doodles have a value of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
‘I’ve made a lot of money, but…’
He became quite wealthy through his exclusive contract with H&M West Coast Branch, but it would be foolish to miss an opportunity to earn money while having this experience.
Johann quickly entered the Library.
“Search. Appraiser.”
Johann reached toward one of the rushing orbs.
* * *
Ting! Ting!
Larry watches Johann, who has a balloon string tied to his wrist and is tapping a full plate armor with an extremely serious face, trying to hold back his laughter.
He holds up his mobile phone to film the scene.
“Hmm.”
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
Johann glances at the stall owner who is busy serving other customers and whispers to Larry.
“This is fake.”
‘Pffft!’
“I, is that so?”
“This couldn’t even block wolf teeth.”
Not only is it aluminum material, but there’s no heat treatment, just crude finishing. The shoes made of solid metal are like shackles and are terrible.
A replica that doesn’t even look plausible.
If ‘Blacksmith’ had seen this, he would have smashed it with a hammer.
“This longsword would bend if you swing it through the air a few times, right?”
Not just the longsword, but the other weapons scattered on the stall are the same. They’re all trash inferior to the swords he made.
This was a waste of metal.
“Anyone who buys this junk would be a fool.”
“I, I suppose so… T, then shall we go over there?”
Johann looks at the next stall, a stall displaying Native American items like dreamcatchers and Native American hats, and shakes his head.
“Why? Do those all look fake too? The vendor looks like Native American mixed blood?”
Wearing Native American leather accessories and serving customers with bored eyes, he looks exactly like a Native American.
“Still, they’re all fake.”
He can tell without even absorbing and reading ‘Shaman’.
All of those are crude replicas made haphazardly, untouched by a shaman’s hands.
Dreamcatchers are items derived from asabikeshiinh, traditional decorations of the Ojibwe tribe. It’s not about spiritual energy – the making method itself is messed up.
“If you carelessly hang something like that, instead of chasing away nightmares, you’ll end up summoning them.”
“…Did your biological father teach you that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
‘My goodness. What exactly is his biological father’s identity?’
A person who can speak multiple languages and is also knowledgeable about cold weapons and Native American culture. His mind becomes complicated.
Seeing Larry’s expression, Johann quickly changes the subject.
“I can make the Asabikeshiinh myself… Huh? That one’s real.”
A silver necklace pendant with strange patterns engraved on it, embedded with a large turquoise stone. The pattern of a tribe is accurately drawn on it.
‘Accurate patterns themselves contain Spirit Power.’
The ancient indigenous people who lived on this American Continent believed so.
“Larry. I want to use that as the center of the Asa, no, Dream Catcher. Can I buy it?”
“…Why?”
“Because I want Larry and Ada to have only good dreams?”
Good dreams, gathering good energy so that only good things happen.
“Then of course we should buy it!”
‘Thank goodness.’
It seems Johann doesn’t miss his Biological Father.
Larry followed behind, stroking his chest in relief, and Johann stood in front of the booth, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the Vendor.
“What’s wrong, kid?”
“Nothing. This one and this one, this one, this one…?”
Johann’s eyes stop at a ring engraved with a wolf.
‘Wolf Who Howls at the Moon?’
No. It seems like one of his children.
‘Maybe not.’
How many wolves could there be with two scars across their jaw?
“…How much for all five of these?”
Four Accessories plus the turquoise pendant, making five total.
The Vendor’s eyes suddenly change as he looks at Johann and tilts his head sideways.
“Are you mixed blood from our side?”
Everything Johann pointed to were items he had properly made, created according to the ancient traditions of the two tribes that were his bloodline.
“No. I’m just very interested.”
‘Because the place where Wolf Who Howls at the Moon lived was this American Continent.’
‘Wolf Who Howls at the Moon’ was both the terror and god of the ancient indigenous people.
“This is a tribal pattern, and the rest are happiness, health, composure, courage.”
The Vendor is shocked by the words Johann recites while pointing at each accessory.
‘Accurate!’
This wasn’t just a level of interest. He deeply understood Native American culture, not as mere entertainment.
‘Such a young kid!’
Grateful.
With the Native American population steadily declining, in a situation where even the fact that Native Americans once existed on this land might be forgotten someday, just having someone who remembers Native Americans like this makes him happy and grateful.
“They’re 30 dollars each, but I’ll give them to you for 130 dollars.”
“That’s expensive…”
“What if I give you these two as a service?”
Johann’s eyes waver at the ring he just saw and the Bracelet the Vendor pulled out from under the booth.
“Larry!”
“Haha. Alright, alright.”
Johann smiles contentedly at the Accessories being put into a plastic bag, and the Vendor pats Johann’s head.
“May the sun always shine on you.”
“…May the star wind always blow at your back.”
“Puhahahaha! See you next time at the Sacred Mountain, kid.”
“If I have time.”
“Keuheuheu!”
Johann glanced at him collapsing while holding his stomach, then turned around and quickened his pace in case he might change his mind, and Larry smiled faintly at that childlike behavior.
“Are you that happy?”
“Yeah.”
He bought good items at fair prices.
“This is for Larry.”
“You, you bought one for me too?”
“I bought ones for Ada, Emily, and Flash too.”
He only picked properly made items, but coincidentally the number matched perfectly.
“Ah.”
No wonder he thought Johann was buying a lot.
“What did you say this means…?”
“Health. Don’t get sick and live healthily for a long time, Larry.”
“…Yeah.”
Larry could assert at this moment that visiting the Flea Market today was one of the few good things he’d done in his life.
‘Ada, I’m sorry!’
He’s sorry for feeling this emotion alone, but he’s happy.
“Aren’t you hungry? Shall we go eat?”
“Yeah!”
“But what does the Bracelet he gave as service mean?”
“Good luck.”
Eating at the Flea Market was also a first experience.
He was very excited about what kind of food they would sell at the Flea Market.
* * *
“Larry, what’s this called?”
Johann sits on a bench under a large tree, quietly looking at the food on the plastic Plate.
“Lobster?”
“…Larry, why did I end up living in the Forest? In the Forest where I had to chew only meat that was full of gamey smell without even salt, and tough like rubber.”
“Is, is it that delicious?”
“You call that a question?”
Inside the red grilled shell, the white flesh that bounces off teeth while simultaneously bursting with sweet and salty flavors, and the harmony with the grilled cheese covering it.
“This is right below Chicken Soup.”
Chicken Soup, which comes after beef, which comes after Hamburger, the most delicious food in the world.
No, at this level, it’s impossible to rank them.
‘In the past, only prisoners and the poor ate this…’
“You mean you want me to buy more?”
“Three more, no, four more.”
“Haha. Wait here. You can’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Okay.”
As Larry got up and headed toward a nearby food Truck, Johann chewed the remaining Lobster meat while looking around.
Even though they were deep inside, people wandering in front of booths and people moving back and forth like waves toward somewhere. Old and young couples like themselves who bought food and were looking for empty seats.
Children leading the way and Parents being dragged along while laughing happily.
‘Is that a Taco?’
Taco, which he had experienced through Fairmont School lunch and was healthy yet extremely delicious.
It was the moment when the next food to eat was decided.
“I’ll give you a thousand dollars for everything!”
‘A thousand dollars?’
An enormous amount.
When he turned his head, a White Man in his 40s was arrogantly pointing at a booth where an Old Woman in her 70s was sitting.
Following his fingertip to look at the booth, Johann unconsciously stood up.
“Huh?”
‘What is that?’
The ‘Appraiser’ and ‘The One Who Became a Star’ began frantically shouting for him to hurry and run.
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