Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 55
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 55
15. 34 Seconds
Silence descends upon the Athletic Field.
“Wh-what’s the Camp’s best record?”
“6.24 seconds!”
5.64 seconds was a figure that shortened the Camp’s best record by about 10 percent.
This was a record that would rank high even when compared to short-distance track records, let alone ordinary adults.
“Isn’t that record impossible for someone that height?”
It was because of the difference in stride length.
Moreover, Johann Jefferson was Asian, even if he looked mixed-race. It made it even more impossible.
At Bill Claymer’s flustered appearance, George Huntington opens his mouth.
“He must have some Black Man ancestry.”
Black Man who are born with physical abilities so superior that it could be called unreasonable in all Sports involving the body. That was only possible if you were born with the elastic and strong muscles of a Black Man.
‘A predator has appeared at this Camp.’
A predator whose mere existence makes all surrounding animals tense.
George Huntington laughed as if amused.
* * *
Clap!
Johann and Julio’s palms collide as Johann returns to his Seats.
“Was that your full power?”
“Hmm… 90 percent?”
A body that only fully loosens up after running through the Forest and mountains several times. Originally, no matter how much you warm up, the first Hunting usually fails.
Moreover, after eating to the point of being full, you can’t achieve your best record even if you give it your all.
‘There’s also the fact that I relaxed after leaving the Forest.’
There were so many interesting and curious things that he hadn’t trained as much as usual.
“My goodness.”
‘You can get even faster from here?’
The word unreasonable comes to mind first.
“Wow! That’s crazy! Are you a descendant of ninjas? Or a disciple of a kung fu master?”
“Could be.”
“R-really?!”
“I don’t know.”
But he knows that even being a descendant of either would make such physical abilities impossible.
‘Or not?’
“Ooh! I knew Naruto would really exist!”
“Naruto?”
“Oh! Naruto is a manga about ninjas…”
‘Manga?’
He knows what manga is. A collection of everything humans can imagine, breaking free from the laws of reality.
As Jerry Goosby begins explaining, interest starts to settle in Johann’s eyes, and Julio begins listening intently with wide eyes at the part about breathing fire from the mouth.
“So when are we going to meet my cousin?”
“Huh?”
At the strangely jumping topic, Johann blinked, and Jerry’s mouth breathed fire.
“My goodness! I just said it! You can’t let your Talent go to waste! My cousin Randall would be jealous of your Talent too!”
‘He would be.’
Unlike ‘the authority on dance music, Eduard Strauss’ who didn’t want his Child to become a musician, ‘Johann Strauss III, the last composer of the Strauss family’ began studying music at the encouragement of ‘the Waltz King, Johann Baptist Strauss II’ who believed his nephew had Musical Talent.
However, the second son Josef Eduard Anna Strauss had to hide his Talent for music while never abandoning his father’s will to the end.
If he had gone against his father’s will and revealed that Talent to the world, he might have taken the title of Waltz King from his uncle ‘the Waltz King, Johann Baptist Strauss II’.
His Talent was that outstanding.
“Who knows? You might be called the modern Mozart? Or maybe you’ll leave behind numerous masterpieces like Mozart or Johann Strauss II!”
“Masterpieces? Composition?”
“Yeah!”
‘Hmm. Composition…’
Classical Composition.
‘Josef secretly composed songs too, didn’t he?’
What kind of charm does classical music have that made him unable to give up music in the end?
As Johann’s interest suddenly begins to turn, some information flashes through his mind.
“Oh, come to think of it, there are many songs that Eduard hid away…”
The sheet music of him and his brothers, which is known to the world as having been burned by ‘the authority on dance music, Eduard Strauss’.
From published songs to unpublished ones, practice pieces, arrangements – Eduard Strauss hid an enormous amount of sheet music in a place no one knew, not just his own but his Brothers’ as well, enough to require several carriages, then announced to the world that he had burned them all.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
‘I wonder if they’re still there?’
If they’re still in that place, what would he do?
‘Hmm. It’s too far to go looking…’
Austria, which would take over ten hours to fly to even by plane. The legacy of the Strauss family sleeps there.
‘Should I just upload them to SoundCloud?’
He could transcribe those songs down to every note.
Johann began to ponder, and at the sight of the three of them, the other Children began grinding their teeth or showing curious expressions.
* * *
50-Yard Dash 1st place.
Instant Reaction Speed Test 1st place.
Throwing Test 2nd place.
The coaches are speechless at the test results conducted this afternoon.
Among these, what stood out most was the Instant Reaction Speed Test.
Johann, who let only three balls slip past in the test of catching as many balls hit left and right as possible. As if he knew the ball would be hit in that direction, Johann was already there the moment the ball was hit.
And how was the Throwing Test that followed? If he held out his Baseball Glove, the ball would fly right to that spot.
“…Johann Jefferson had the smallest height, right?”
“Yes. 4.9 feet.”
About 149cm. He was a full 0.3 feet (about 9cm) shorter than the second shortest player called up to this Camp.
A full 1.1 feet (about 33cm) difference from the tallest player.
Yet he crushed most players in every test.
‘This level is comparable to high school players.’
And top-level players at that.
Physical abilities clearly beyond Little League level.
“Ha!”
“This is…”
They’d have to watch tomorrow’s Batting Test to be certain, but even this much could be called Talent that would shake up the major leagues in the future.
‘If he just hits decently in tomorrow’s Batting Test…’
“Wait.”
At someone’s words, the coaches cut off their respective thoughts and look over.
“What was Johann Jefferson’s main position?”
Battery, infielder, or outfielder.
Depending on which position Johann plays, the coach for that position has a higher chance of receiving a bonus.
The coaches quickly examine the player profile.
“Pi, Pitcher?!”
‘Right! Mr. Fregosi called him up as a pitcher?!’
George Huntington, who made eye contact with Bill Claymer, burst into hollow laughter.
‘Not a fielder but a pitcher?’
Despite showing such overwhelming defensive ability, despite having such physical capabilities, he was specifically called up as a pitcher.
‘That Jim Fregosi wouldn’t have made a mistake…’
It seemed like a monster of a different class, beyond predator level, had invaded the California West Spring Camp.
* * *
“Damn it!”
“Why did I fail the test!”
“That Asian too… Shit!”
Before dinner, players who scored in the bottom 10 percent of today’s test were leaving – some crying, some cursing, some resigned as if they had expected this.
“You don’t think it’s cold-hearted, do you?”
The California West coaching staff’s decision to send them away without even feeding them after they had driven for hours to get here.
“Not really?”
The weak being eliminated and devoured is a natural law. It’s simply that others had more effort and higher talent.
‘More importantly…’
Johann’s eyes scan the players heading to the cafeteria.
“Many kids didn’t give their all.”
“I know.”
Johann looks at Julio who answered.
“For example, that Black Man over there. I remember his 50-Yard Dash record from last year was in the early 6-second range.”
Having grown physically by aging another year, his record would have improved even more.
“That short Hispanic over there caught 25 out of 30 in the fungo, no, Instant Reaction Speed Test last year.”
The White Player next to him took less than 3 seconds from Diving Catch to Throwing, and made perfect throws on 8 out of 10.
“They all held back since it’s the first day.”
Confidence that they could still rank high.
“Like you?”
“…Haha.”
Johann glances at Jerry Goosby who’s about to start his motor mouth.
‘He wasn’t at full power either. Hmm. So this is the level of kids who gather for the majors.’
The level is definitely different.
Talents incomparable to the children from the era when ‘Rack, Dennis Eckersley’ or ‘Angels’ number 11, James Lewis Fregosi’ were active.
‘And I’ll be facing kids like these as enemies.’
Johann twisted his lips.
“How many pieces of meat should I get?”
“Four pieces for now!”
Beef steaks that look to be at least 0.7 pounds (about 317g) each.
The quality is somewhat lower, but there’s also plenty of other meats like pork, chicken, lamb, and sausages. Even cookies and candies that Cookie and Larry forbid him from eating, calling them rotten, are piled up like mountains.
‘Is this heaven?’
If heaven exists, it would probably be like this.
“What will you do in the evening?”
“Training?”
After thinking briefly, Johann nods.
“I’ll do it.”
His physical condition isn’t the same as three months ago. Even without life-threatening dangers like in the Forest, he needed to burn off the nutrients he consumed today.
“Oh! Can I join too?”
“…Sure.”
‘Julio is kind.’
While he wants to tear off that mouth that never stops running even while eating, Julio is trying hard to stay together since they became friends today.
“Then change clothes and see you in 5 minutes!”
It was the moment Johann entered the Dormitory after parting at the door.
“Huh?”
Another bag was placed on the Bed he had claimed.
“Phew. What. Move.”
A White Boy coming out of the Restroom, shaking his wet hair.
Johann points to the bag placed on the Bed.
“Is that yours?”
“Yeah.”
The White Boy looks down at Johann.
A short Asian Boy. His lips twist.
“So? Got a problem?”
“I do?”
“…What?”
Wolves for whom the pack is everything.
But even such wolves don’t touch each other’s belongings.
That means wanting to fight. If their ranks are different, it means fighting to the death.
“I’ll warn you for the first and last time. Put my stuff back where it was.”
As Johann’s eyes darkened, the White Boy who had been snorting pokes Johann’s chest.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t. You monk…”
Thwack!
“Agh!”
Johann stepped aside as the Boy fell forward, and the Boy who got kicked in the butt from behind grits his teeth and turns around.
“Which bastard!”
“This bastard, why?”
‘Julio?’
Johann’s eyes widened, and the White Boy hesitates at Julio’s menacingly distorted face, who is about 0.4 feet (about 12cm) taller than him.
“How about fighting me instead of my Friend, Derek.”
“Julio, you…! Do, do you think there are Hawks here to protect you?!”
“Same goes for you. If you want to get beaten up now for not getting beaten up then, come at me.”
Julio clenched his fists tightly, and seeing this, the Boy turns pale and looks around.
But all he sees are Johann watching with indifferent eyes, Jerry Goosby with sparkling eyes, and Children who gathered due to the commotion.
“Da, damn it! I’m watching you! Move!”
The Boy who grabbed his bag hurriedly left the Room, and Julio, who had been glaring at him, unclenches his fists and sighs.
“Haah. Are you okay?”
“…Who is he?”
“Ah, he’s Derek from a team that got relegated from the Regional League last year, the young master from that young master School I mentioned this morning.”
A young master obsessed with white supremacy.
Somehow a bench clearing occurred during a game, and they’ve been enemies since then.
“Hmm?”
Johann asks with his eyes.
So why did you step in.
“You can’t get kicked out of Camp because of a guy like that.”
He had seen it before, but Johann’s personality was no joke. If a fight broke out, regardless of the reason, it was an automatic out.
“Are you hurt anywhere? If not, let’s go!”
“…Yeah.”
‘So this is his personality.’
Similar to Flash yet completely different, a righteous character.
Johann, having changed his clothes, headed to the athletic field with them.
* * *
“Haaaam.”
‘Lazy chatterbox.’
Gary Goosby, who woke up late in the morning and started with violin first.
When they arrived at the main field together, players began appearing one by one. Soon, the coaching staff led by Director George Huntington appeared, and tension settled in.
“Everyone pay attention! We’ll now conduct position-specific tests! Pitchers and catchers maintain your current positions, fielders follow these coaches to the main stadium!”
As the fielders moved in a rush, the pitching coach shouted.
“You volunteered for pitcher and catcher, but don’t think you can continue as pitcher and catcher until camp ends!”
Finding a player’s aptitude is the true purpose of Little League.
Even if you fail the pitcher and catcher tests, you can take the fielder tests. The reverse is also true.
Murmur murmur!
Children who were flustered yet gritting their teeth, and children whose expressions showed relief from reduced pressure.
“We don’t have time, so tests will be conducted in pitcher-catcher pairs! Stand on the mound and home plate in the order called!”
Eight mounds created in the center of the field and horizontal lines drawn opposite them.
Pop! Thwack!
“Is that all you’ve got! Then you’ll be eliminated! Show me everything you have!”
“Uaaaah!”
“Good! This time inside!”
“Gasp!”
First was the pitcher test. After throwing 21 balls, the coaches conducted catcher tests by demanding wild pitches and bounces.
They also tested throwing and pickoff abilities to first base, second base, third base, etc.
‘The pitchers’ average velocity is the same as previous years.’
Between 65 and 70 miles per hour.
Occasionally there were players who threw breaking balls, but their control wasn’t very good.
‘It’s not time to throw breaking balls yet. The catchers’ level is similar to last year too….’
“Tsk. Can we even make it to the World Series like this.”
Last year’s California West league record was third place.
“No.”
Words have special power. If they keep thinking that way, this year’s World Series advancement will also turn to bubbles.
‘There’s also the talent Mr. Pregosi recommended!’
Johann, who had turned the coaching staff upside down yesterday.
The pitching coach looked at Johann with gleaming eyes.
“Johann Jefferson! Derek Johanson!”
‘Derek?’
When he turned his head, that boy from yesterday was approaching.
“Hey, Asian. Yesterday I suddenly got caught off guard so I just left, but Julio isn’t here, you know? If you don’t want to get beaten up, do as I say. Got it?”
An overbearing tone looking down from above.
‘Should I kill him?’
“Derek Johanson! What are you doing! Hurry to your position!”
“Yes!”
Johann, who had been staring at the back of Derek’s head as he walked ahead, soon took a deep breath and calmed his mind.
‘Right.’
As Julio said, he couldn’t leave camp because of a guy like that.
“Ready teams start!”
“Whoo.”
‘They were demanding full power.’
If he threw with reduced power, they noticed like fortune tellers. So he had to throw with full power from the first pitch.
Johann, seeing the mitt extended to dead center, lifted his leg and twisted his body.
And….
Thwaaack!
A sound of completely different caliber that rang throughout the main field.
Not only the pitching coach standing behind Johann but also the surrounding players looked at Johann in shock.
What had just happened?
“Aaaah!”
Only Derek’s single scream told of what power Johann’s pitch had.
‘He’s screaming from just this much?’
What kind of guy is that?
Johann’s expression became sullen, and the catcher coach, who reacted late to the scream, quickly approached Derek.
“Hey! Are you okay?!”
The catcher coach removed the mitt and checked his hand condition.
“Ugh! I’m, I’m fine!”
It hurt. It hurt like crazy.
But what kind of opportunity was this to receive medical attention? If he received treatment and was told he had a hairline fracture in his bone, he’d be eliminated immediately.
“Are you really okay?”
“Re, really! The, the pitcher might be surprised, so can I comfort him?”
“…Alright. Tell me anytime if it’s hard to endure.”
“Yes!”
Derek, forcing a smile, approached Johann.
He smiled and placed his hand on Johann’s chest.
“Hey. I told you to do as I say, right?”
Surprised by the ball that curved like a snake, he moved his mitt and couldn’t catch it properly, taking the full impact.
“Asians like you just need to listen to this American, you monkey bastard.”
Derek’s hand grabbing his collar while looking around.
Johann, looking down at it, sighed.
“Sorry.”
‘Larry, Ada, Flash, Julio. Sorry.’
“I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
It seems he’ll have to come to the majors next year.
“Right. Like that… What?”
Johann, with emotion gone from his eyes, grabbed the pinky finger of Derek’s hand that was gripping his collar.
“Hey. Go die.”
Crack!
“…Aaaaaaaah!”
Derek collapsed, clutching his finger that had been bent in a direction it shouldn’t bend, and Johann spun around and struck his neck.
Thwaaaack!
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