Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 54

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 54

 

 

Ring ring! Ring ring!

“Yes, this is Rocky Management! Ah, you’re calling about the incident in Long Beach?”

“The Wolf Boy, you mean?”

“Where did you say you were from?”

The phone rings endlessly as if on fire.

“Whew.”

Andrew Pearson, who had been gazing at the cityscape bathed in warm sunlight outside the window, exhales cigarette smoke.

“As expected.”

Media outlets throughout America, beyond California including LA, are digging into Johann’s past.

“If Johann Jefferson were still acting like a beast, it would certainly be newsworthy, but…”

A human who couldn’t even speak human language despite being human.

It’s material that stupid and barbaric Americans would go crazy for.

But Johann not only boldly transferred to Fairmont School, a prestigious private school, but also made it onto the Billboard charts. The Billboard that only a few among thousands and tens of thousands of singers can reach.

Wolf Boy and young genius.

“They don’t connect with each other.”

A strange phenomenon where each has overflowing impact when separated, but the impact dies when combined. Because you don’t know where to focus.

“Someone might curse at media outlets saying they’re tired of novels now.”

“But persistently digging in is what media outlets do, isn’t it.”

The young genius turned out to be the Wolf Boy?

It’s a source that would make any reporter’s eyes roll back.

Could there be a better source for simple gossip than this? Everyone from major outlets like the Post to third-rate gossip magazines will latch onto it.

No, they’re already doing so. Perhaps soon even paparazzi, the nightmare of celebrities, might be assigned full-time.

“That’s why we can cut it off in one shot.”

Interest that will quickly shift if you set fire somewhere else. This incident is only at that level.

“What do you mean by that…”

“For instance, what about a Broadway actress’s casting couch scandal? Or a famous singer’s drug incident?”

“…?!”

“You have plenty of those.”

Such sources.

The planning team members freeze momentarily at Andrew Pearson tapping his head, then twist their lips into smiles.

How could it be just one or two? The moment their mouths open, this America will have nothing but entertainment industry news for at least a year.

That’s the information power of a major corporation.

“Johann Jefferson is a genius who made it onto the charts even though we didn’t give him any special push.”

Johann, whom they’ve carefully observed, is the type of genius who flies higher and farther the more freely he’s released.

But he’s only 11 years old. They can’t even imagine what and how much he’ll accomplish in the future.

“The limit is four days.”

For now, they’ll focus attention for the future. They’re laying the groundwork so the public can easily accept it later.

“Let’s cut it off with something appropriate.”

“Yes!”

The planning team exists to do even this kind of work. The planning team consists of people who can do anything to make their affiliated entertainers successful.

That was their pleasure and sense of achievement.

“Oh, some girl group from South Korea came over to challenge Billboard, so check their movement radius too.”

They might be able to use Johann or Bruno Mars, who are currently among the hot celebrities in LA.

‘Not just us, but other places must be on alert too.’

Whether they can be used or not.

That’s what this America was like.

“Yes!”

Andrew Pearson nodded, extinguished his cigarette, and turned around, but stopped briefly upon discovering something.

‘No matter how I look at it, it looks like Manet…’

Looking at the painting hanging in the office, he narrowed his eyes, then soon shook his head.

“It can’t be.”

There was no reason for a Manet painting to be hanging in a place like this.

 

* * *

 

Click! Click!

At the entrance of California West’s spring camp.

Johann looks puzzled at the reporters photographing the boy players entering inside.

“Major League is the state league.”

A league representing the state. Among them, the California western league is a league where LA and San Diego, broadly speaking, these two cities face off.

California West is the underdog of such state leagues.

“As I mentioned before…”

The scale of American Little League is enormous. Not just baseball, but basketball, American football, and various other sports too.

“There’s also the fact that you don’t know which of the participating players will become future major leaguers.”

“Since you don’t know who it’ll be, you’re keeping records from when they’re young.”

“Who knows? If they write articles nicely, maybe they’ll give interviews later?”

Johann, now understanding why reporters are there, nods his head.

“Got it. Then…”

“Yeah. See you in three days.”

“Right. In three days.”

Johann and Flash bump fists and turn around, and Larry, who exchanged greetings with Mary Thompson, smiles warmly.

“Go on in quickly.”

“Yeah. Larry, be careful too…”

“Johann Jefferson!”

Turning his head, Julio Rodriguez from Alessandro Hawks comes running, waving his hand.

“Huff! Huff! Oh, hello?”

“You really got called up?”

Julio, who had given off that nuance during the friendly match.

“I knew it! I knew you’d get called up!”

“This is Larry. My guardian.”

“Oh, hello! I’m Julio Rodriguez!”

“Friend, Larry.”

“Oh! I’m Larry Jefferson. Did you come alone by any chance?”

“No! I separated from my mom in the parking lot!”

“That’s good. Get along well with Johann. Buy something delicious with this.”

“Oh, no!”

“Thanks, Larry. Be careful, and see you in ten days.”

“Right. If anything happens, contact Rick Manager.”

As Larry, who patted Johann’s shoulder, turns around, Johann splits the allowance Larry gave him in half and hands it over.

“No, it’s fine! It’s okay!”

“To build muscle quickly, you need to eat protein well. Like chicken, beef.”

“Chicken, beef…”

Gulp!

“Thanks. I’ll use it well.”

“You’re doing lower body muscle training well, right?”

“Of course!”

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but after lower body training, he felt like his control was gradually improving.

How on earth did he know such information? When I asked the Manager, he said it was excellent advice, whoever gave it.

‘Do private schools teach this kind of information too?’

I’m newly aware of the difference between private and public schools.

Julio, who was putting money into his thin, shabby wallet, lights up.

“I heard you crushed Heritage Oak recently?”

“You know Oak?”

“How could I not know those rich boys.”

The white players from Heritage Oak with their tone that makes you frown. Among the teams in the regional league and County League, there probably aren’t many teams that like Heritage Oak.

“Except for players from other rich boy schools.”

“…There must be a lot of schools like that.”

“It’s not a small number.”

In California alone, there are over 20 such schools.

Click! Click!

“Could you look this way!”

Johann, who slowly closed and opened his eyes, pushes the back of Julio who had stiffened in that moment.

Julio awkwardly smiles and quickens his pace. Johann also walks as leisurely as possible, following behind Julio.

‘It’s H&M. Take all the pictures you want.’

Just as they crossed the entrance of the Spring Camp Facility while doing that short runway walk.

“You’re late, brats! Run!”

A ear-splitting loud shout.

Next to the man in his 40s who was frowning deeply and shouting again, apparently very displeased about something, stood an elderly man in his 60s with a heavy impression.

“This gentleman is George Huntington, the Manager of California West, and I’m Bill Claymer, the head coach. Name and team affiliation.”

“…Johann Jefferson of Fairmont Little Pumas, 11 years old.”

“Ah, Julio Rodriguez of Alexandro Hawks! 12 years old!”

Instantly, George Huntington and Bill Claymer’s eyes light up.

‘This child…’

The talent recommended by Jim Fregosi.

‘He felt the essence of himself and Dennis Eckersley…’

For that, he’s too short.

Not just below Little League average, but shorter than the general average for an 11-year-old.

“Hmm. We’ll see in time. Jefferson, you’re in Room 11. Rodriguez, you’re in Room 12. Unpack your stuff and gather at the Main Field in comfortable clothes by 13:00. Questions?”

“…”

“If not, run to the Dormitory over there.”

“Yes!”

Johann and Julio took off running, and Bill Claymer looks at George Huntington.

“Do you know that child?”

He who had just acted like he knew him.

“Well… he’s a child with outstanding musical talent. He’s a Billboard Singer.”

Though it’s the non-mainstream rock chart, Billboard is still Billboard.

“…At that age?”

“And with just two songs, not even an album. That’s why he’s called the young genius that the god of rock fell for and the god of guitar proposed to.”

He’s also called the young genius who will revive rock again.

“Since it’s a genre where 80s songs are still called recent hits, it’s probably just hype.”

‘Of all things.’

It seems like the talent Jim Fregosi recommended treats baseball as a hobby.

“Tsk!”

Bill Claymer, who wrote something on the chart he was holding, shouts toward the children who were looking around like country bumpkins visiting the City for the first time as they crossed the entrance.

“You’re late, brats! Run!”

California West’s Spring Camp that hundreds challenge.

The evaluation started from the moment they entered the entrance.

 

* * *

 

“Julio, wait. Stop running.”

“Huff! Huff! Why?”

“We need to check where the Main Field is.”

When you come to an unfamiliar place, look around every corner and learn the geography.

This is the philosophy of ‘The One Who Became a Star’ and ‘Survival Expert, Johann Jaeger’.

“Ah!”

“And it’s only 10 o’clock now.”

There was no reason to rush.

“…I felt it then too, but you seem kind of mature.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

Julio, who looked at Johann like he was seeing a strange creature, and Johann move to find the Main Field.

“Wow, it’s huge…”

The Spring Camp Facility was bigger than imagined. The Main Field alone was easily twice the size of a School Athletic Field.

“I heard it’s also used for professional players’ spring camps…”

“Really?”

“I heard eastern Major League teams and teams from countries with professional leagues like Japan, Hong Kong, and Taiwan rent it.”

Usually it ends before Little League spring camps begin.

“I see.”

Johann, who nodded, looks at Julio.

“You’ve memorized the locations of the Main Field and game fields, right?”

“Even the Cafeteria location!”

Judging by the delicious smell, it seemed they were already preparing dinner.

“Isn’t it lunch?”

“We’re gathering at 1 o’clock.”

There’s no time to eat.

“And there was no separate instruction to eat.”

“Well…”

‘I don’t think so?’

The smell was explosive. It meant they had finished the prep work and started serious cooking.

‘They’re going to let that sit for hours? A chef?’

It’s hard to understand.

“Let’s unpack first.”

“Right!”

They headed toward the 3rd Floor Dormitory located within the camp facility.

“Oh, they’re right next to each other!”

Room 11 and Room 12 side by side.

Just as the two waved goodbye saying they’d see each other later and opened their respective Room doors.

Screech! Screech!

The sound of violin hitting their ears.

In the center of the not-so-spacious Room with two bunk beds, a Black Man about 5.7 feet (about 173cm) tall was playing violin in the warm sunlight.

Johann blinked, closed the door, checked the Room number, and opened the door again.

‘This is right though?’

Then what is that guy doing?

Johann enters the Room with suspicion and puts down his sports bag on the empty bed.

Only then does the surprised black Boy smile brightly.

“Oh! Hello, little Friend! I’m Jerry Goosby, 11 years old!”

‘This is so depressing I can’t stand it.’

“Johann Jefferson. 11 years old.”

“Oh! Same age!”

Johann looks at the violin in the hands of the boy who’s making a fuss.

“Haha! This? I really love the violin, but my dad said not to even dream about it unless I’m going to play baseball! He said it’s absolutely impossible to make a living with violin unless you have amazing talent like my cousin. Oh, my cousin’s name is Randall Goosby!”

He’s 13 years old and making a name for himself as a genius violinist.

“…You can bring instruments?”

“Oh, is that not allowed?”

“I don’t know.”

If instruments were allowed, he would have brought his guitar too.

At those words, Jerry Goosby rolls his eyes and puts the violin in its case.

“Dad’s really weird. Honestly, I’m better than Randall.”

He started violin first too. But his baseball-obsessed father dismissed violin as something only girls do, so he couldn’t get proper education.

As a result, he was overtaken by his cousin who started later, but when his cousin became successful, his father quietly allowed violin.

“With the condition that if I don’t become a major leaguer, I’ll have to quit violin too.”

His father, who ended his career as a minor leaguer, specifically an AA player without making it to the majors, now works as a plumber.

“Of course, I’m a good son so I should fulfill dad’s dream, but…”

He wishes he could get proper violin education.

“Ah, I see.”

He only said “I don’t know,” but now he knows all about someone else’s family affairs.

An unimaginably talkative person. A troublesome roommate has appeared.

“By the way, how was it? My Voices of Spring?”

Johann Strauss II’s Voices of Spring Waltz.

“Johann Strauss? The Waltz King?”

‘Right. That was the piece.’

He thought he’d heard it somewhere before.

“You know the Waltz King?!”

“Well… roughly.”

‘Do I know that family.’

‘Not to mention the fame of the Father of the Waltz, Johann Baptist Strauss.’

His sons, ‘the Waltz King, Johann Baptist Strauss II’ and ‘the tragic composer who died young, Josef Strauss’, and their youngest brother ‘the authority on dance music, Eduard Strauss’ were all world-renowned musicians.

And continuing that lineage, ‘the last composer of the Strauss family, Johann Strauss III’.

‘There was one more.’

A figure who lived suppressing all his talents according to his father ‘the authority on dance music, Eduard Strauss’s’ wishes, Josef Eduard Anna Strauss.

A person Johann had read about when he was in the Forest.

‘Hmm. What would he think of this performance?’

Curious, Johann closes his eyes and enters the Library.

“Search. Josef Eduard Anna Strauss.”

A blue orb slightly larger than a head flies from the Galactic River.

Rumble!

When the Library suddenly shakes, Johann pulls out ‘The One Who Became a Star’ and pushes the orb into his chest.

‘Ah.’

He understands it now.

Jerry Goosby’s performance from just before.

The technique unfolding from his fingertips, and his thoughts.

“Excuse me? Jefferson?”

Johann looks at Jerry Goosby who’s poking his body.

“Tell me honestly?”

“Oh, please! Huh? Are you German mixed…”

“It was terrible.”

“…Huh?”

Josef Eduard Anna Strauss, who loved his uncles so much it bordered on fanaticism.

He’s grateful for playing his great-uncle’s piece, but if he plays like that one more time, he’ll break his fingers, he shouts.

Even a young child who doesn’t even try to understand the piece and just copies the surface would be better than this level.

‘I can’t say this directly.’

Aside from being talkative, he seems like a good person.

“But I understand. You’re too young to understand this piece.”

“I don’t know what you mean…”

“This piece is too much like an old man.”

When Johann Strauss II composed Voices of Spring, he was 57 years old.

Moreover, it was a piece created while he was in a passionate relationship with a woman 31 years younger than him, after two divorces. It was impossible for an 11-year-old child to understand these intense emotions of love.

“I understand even less now.”

“Hmm. Can I try?”

Johann takes the violin that Jerry Goosby readily hands over and assumes position.

Zing!

‘Not the best quality.’

But this is enough. He’s excited to hold a violin after so long.

‘Let’s see what you can do.’

Johann partially allowed control of his body, and he took a deep breath and placed the bow on the violin strings.

Then…

Ziing!

Spring arrived in the small dormitory room.

 

* * *

 

‘Ah.’

A quiet forest bathed in warm sunlight.

A gentle breeze blows over the babbling stream, tickling the ears, and a noble, beautiful naked fairy approaches with clear laughter, offering her lips.

‘Ah, no!’

It’s spring. Warm, tickling spring that makes the whole body hot.

That’s why he thinks he understands what his friend in front of him was saying earlier.

‘Right… This is a spring I can’t understand.’

A landscape and type of spring he’s never seen before, and love.

Ziing.

“My goodness… You, you’re…”

“Bravo!”

“Ohooh!”

Startled, he turns his head to see boys gathered at the open door, clapping. And they’re saying with their eyes.

‘He’s going to win.’

“Hmm.”

Johann narrows his eyes and realizes his mistake.

“You used it well. But it needs some maintenance.”

It’s not good quality, and the poor maintenance causes a lot of sound loss.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Want to go eat?”

“Huh? How?”

Johann gestures and approaches Julio, who’s clicking his tongue.

“Let’s go.”

“…Yeah!”

‘This guy is really amazing.’

He doesn’t know much about music, but he knows how incredible that performance just was.

All this time, he had been devoted only to baseball, not knowing even the children’s songs taught at school, let alone the latest songs, and he had watched in a daze. Not just him, but all the children who came to watch.

This was truly amazing.

‘Welcome to the city, Johann.’

How did he become friends with such an amazing child? It suddenly feels like a mystery.

And so they headed to the cafeteria.

“See? I told you so.”

A cafeteria with doors wide open, just hoping for customers to come.

“Welcome. Three of you?”

Julio couldn’t say anything.

 

* * *

 

‘I’m full.’

Isn’t the buffet the greatest thing humanity has invented?

In weather even warmer than LA, Johann’s eyes blink sleepily.

“Sleep, sleeping?”

‘At a time like this?’

When Jerry Goosby looks incredulous, Julio comes to his senses and shakes Johann awake.

“It’s cold. You’ll catch a cold, Johann.”

“It’s not cold.”

Compared to the forest winter, the weather was as warm as summer. For Johann, who had often slept in snowfields even after building his house, it was perfect sleeping weather.

“An Asian, a black kid, and a Hispanic. What a perfect little group.”

“Isn’t that the kid from earlier? The one playing violin?”

“Pfft! Isn’t he a midget? Asians really are small.”

“Tsk. I wish I didn’t have to see guys who think of baseball as a hobby.”

“Leave them be. We look better when kids like that are around.”

Children heading toward the center of the athletic field while sneering.

That was the moment.

“Everyone gather!”

When George Huntington and nine other adults appeared, Johann also came to his senses and started walking.

“Who’s talking!”

The children shut their mouths at the batting coach’s shout.

Bill Claymer nodded and pushed up his sunglasses.

“Welcome to California West’s Spring Camp! This person is…”

Bill Claymer introducing George Huntington and the other adults, no, coaches.

“I think our introductions are finished… We’ll start the test now!”

“…Test?”

Julio panicked at Johann’s puzzled expression.

“You didn’t know?”

Little League Spring Camp starts with tests from the first day. Tests are conducted every day after that, and based on each day’s test results, the bottom 10 percent are immediately released.

“That’s probably why many parents didn’t go back?”

“…Isn’t the purpose of Spring Camp supposed to be checking players’ skills and physical condition, recovering conditioning, honing techniques, and confirming potential?”

“What country are you talking about?”

Spring Camp is a battleground. A place where you compete with others while revealing 100 percent of your abilities to get into the limited roster.

Things like confirmation and checking should be finished before Spring Camp.

“There are hundreds of Little League players participating in California West’s Spring Camp.”

When they could just select already completed players, there was no need to go through the difficult route.

“Ahem.”

“Pfft!”

“One person out.”

The surrounding children looking at Johann and sneering just like before.

‘Hmm.’

Johann narrowed his eyes.

 

Beep!

Thud thud thud!

When the whistle blew, ten children lined up gritted their teeth and kicked off the ground.

The first test event was a 50-yard (about 45 meters) sprint.

“6 seconds 31!”

“Uaaah-!”

“Whoa.”

“Not bad?”

The children looked with wary eyes at the black boy who came in first, setting a record that ranked among the top of all players tested so far.

While attention shifted that way, Johann stepped into the lane.

“Hey, Yellow. How about going home to drink more of mommy’s milk?”

“Pfft! Heh heh heh! Don’t be so harsh. Little guy, how old are you? 9? 10?”

“11. And if you try to drink it, it bites.”

“What, what?”

“It hurts. That.”

Even just getting near the nipple, it would bite the back of the neck and shake you off.

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Tsk!”

As the children turned their heads with disgusted faces, Johann looked up at the sky.

‘There’s no wind.’

Those hunting moments when he always had to run against headwinds.

Unlike then, the ground wasn’t bumpy and there were no obstacles, and the spikes on his shoes gripped the ground firmly.

It felt like his feet and the ground had become one.

‘Come to think of it, this is also a first.’

Measuring sprint records like this, that is.

A test that wasn’t done even at the Fairmont Little Pumas. It would be nice to run at full speed for the first time in a while.

Johann twisted his body this way and that to relax his muscles, then got into position. His whole body’s senses sharpened, and his nerves became sensitive.

The children also got into their comfortable positions and opened their ears wide.

And…

Beep!

Johann’s thigh muscles exploded and violently pushed off the ground.

 

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“5 seconds… 64…”

Hearing the coach’s dazed murmur, Johann looked over not only the children who ran with him but all the other children watching this way.

“If I’m a hobby, then what are you?”

What exactly are you who can’t even beat hobby level?

Under Johann’s gaze that seemed to look down from above, the children had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

 

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