Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 66

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 66

 

 

Did everyone watch this episode of Grey’s Anatomy?

└…Jackson?

└Oh, God. Why do you give such trials to that child.

└Ha, it really made me cry. ;(

└When he was singing? 🙂

└You’re smiling?

Starting the Save Jackson campaign.

└He’ll live. He has to live! >:(

That last song was good, where can I download the song?

└Spotify and major streaming sites.

 

“Much. Much. Do I have to come late…?”

My child is dying.

My child whose face has turned black.

Why won’t the hospital give the liver from a donor?

Is it because he’s an escaped convict?

Why on earth!

God.

You can take my life, so please just save my child.

“I can wait!”

It’s resentful.

Toward the hospital that won’t even give an escaped convict a chance to repent.

Toward the hospital that’s killing my child.

But there was only one thing Jessica could do.

“Are you really going? Mommy doesn’t want you to. I want to see our Jackson more….”

Still, she has to let him go.

She has to send him off with a smile.

“When you go eat, make sure to brush your teeth, and wash your hands when you play. Later, let’s play lots and lots with mommy.”

“I’m sleepy….”

She helps him close his eyes.

She holds the child’s warmth for the last time.

She kisses the child’s forehead for the last time.

Sleep well, my child.

Rest peacefully.

“Jackson, mommy loves you. Loves you so, so much.”

“I love you too….”

Beeeep!

“08:03:46. Jackson Chastain, time of death….”

“Jackson-!”

Mother’s desperate scream echoes through the space.

Everyone grits their teeth and hides their reddened eyes.

“…Cut-! Okay!”

With that, Johann’s filming was completely finished.

 

* * *

 

Squeeze!

“I can’t breathe….”

Cristina Yang and Miranda Bailey, who were Jackson’s attending physicians in the show, and all the actors who worked with Johann embrace him.

“Live well there. Don’t get sick.”

‘I didn’t die though.’

Faces full of regret.

Manager Eric Stoltz and the Music Director approach.

“See! I told you he was perfect!”

Despite the Music Director’s nagging, he quietly looks down, lost in thought.

Eventually, he smiles and extends his fist.

“Let’s meet again on set.”

It seems like nothing special, but it strikes the heart with a thump.

The Music Director quickly adds.

“Please give us good music from now on.”

“Yes!”

Johann bumps fists and turns to leave the studio.

“I’ll head out first.”

“Huh? You’re not going together?”

Johann looks at Jessica Chastain.

“I’m going to be pretty busy from now on.”

‘I need to learn acting again.’

Seeing Johann’s acting, she understands.

How lacking she is.

As soon as she returns, she’ll need to register for Rocky Management’s advanced acting class.

“I’ll contact you.”

“Yes, take care.”

As Jessica leaves too, Johann looks at the studio he just came out of and sighs.

It’s regrettable.

He has lingering attachments.

What if he had acted like this.

What if he had acted like that.

He feels thirsty.

But now, it’s over.

There are no more lines to act.

‘If it were a lead role, I could act until the end.’

Is it because he’s thinking about acting again?

He feels greedy.

“Hmm. It’s also regrettable to just go back like this….”

Johann looks around.

Large warehouse-like studio buildings lined up in a row.

Come to think of it, he was so focused on filming that he never thought to look around.

‘What movies, what dramas are being made over there?’

“Rick, can I look around here?”

“As long as you don’t interfere, it should be fine.”

“Oh.”

Johann’s eyes light up as he takes a big step forward.

 

Clang! Clang! Slash!

“Argh!”

An Arab man cut by a sword falls down.

A handsome man holding a crescent-shaped curved sword, a shamshir, against the fallen man breathes heavily.

“Huff! Huff!”

Clap clap clap!

“Bravo!”

Just now, the coordination was perfect.

“We can go straight into filming like this!”

The Middle-aged Man with Dreadlocks, the Action Director, smiles brightly.

“Really?”

‘No, it’s not.’

But this is the limit.

This movie is set in ancient Persia and fantasy.

There are few samples to reference.

But he couldn’t express that outwardly. The actor in front of him had faithfully followed along with action practice for a full 6 months.

The Action Director himself had done everything he could.

“Oh, Jake. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t know.”

As the Action Director said, the coordination was perfect.

But something feels lacking.

It doesn’t feel right.

But he doesn’t know what it is.

‘It felt like flailing around somehow…’

But that can’t be right.

How much had he practiced, how much had he trained his body.

“Phew.”

‘Let me think.’

When you don’t know what it is, you go back to the beginning.

He puts gum in his mouth and starts walking.

“The protagonist Prince Dastan was a wild street beggar as a child…”

“That’s not how you swing a knife.”

Between the studio where they were and another studio.

The actor Jake Gyllenhaal’s eyes turned to the small Boy who suddenly appeared.

 

* * *

 

“Wow.”

Crash! Bang!

“Bring some nails over here!”

“Where’s the grinder?!”

Buildings are being constructed inside the studio.

Wood takes on the texture of stone.

A magical sight that makes you stare blankly.

The hot energy they emit pounds Johann’s small heart.

“You can’t be here, kid.”

“Ah, yes.”

‘Tsk!’

Johann turns around disappointedly and passes in front of other studios.

But the studios have their doors closed.

“I can’t see any acting.”

“It can’t be helped because of lighting and noise issues.”

If the doors are open, sunlight and noise come in.

These are variables that must be eliminated during filming.

“Well… huh?”

A sound that stimulates Johann’s ears as he walks disappointedly.

Clack! Clack!

Johann’s steps stop at the sound of something clashing coming from between the studio buildings.

“Oh.”

Among several people, two men swing swords at each other.

‘Shamshir!’

A weapon used in ancient Persia.

‘They must be practicing action!’

Johann’s eyes instantly sparkle.

But that’s only for a moment.

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He said nothing, but his lips are itching.

It’s cool. It has impact.

It’s natural since it’s like a theatrical performance for show.

But it’s fundamentally wrong.

‘No, that’s not right. That’s not it…’

“That’s not how you swing a knife.”

That’s not how you swing the Assassin’s Blade either.

The Assassin’s Blade that only begins within five steps.

The swordplay of the Assassin Group isn’t that flashy.

Like the oasis at night. Like the wind at night.

You must approach stealthily and end a life with one strike.

“Huh? What did you just say, kid?”

‘Wow. It’s Jake Gyllenhaal.’

The actor Jake Gyllenhaal who appeared in Bubble Boy, shown during the movie appreciation time held every two weeks at Fairmont School.

His gaze is unusual.

“Um.”

“Heh. Well, yeah. It doesn’t look cool without music, does it?”

What makes action more thrilling is film music and camera editing. A young actor who had been exposed to and admired action through such things would have found it boring.

‘I was like that too.’

His eyes curve into a smile.

As if looking at his former self.

“Remember this. That’s why we Actors must work even harder…”

‘What is he talking about?’

He’s saying strange things.

“You’re being controlled by the knife.”

He can’t handle the weight of the knife.

He doesn’t even know how to use a Shamshir.

It’s even Dual Swords.

This would be called a total disaster.

“…Me?”

“You haven’t used knives much, have you?”

“Wow, I’ve been practicing for 6 months though?”

“That’s exactly why. With knives, if you only use your arms, you’ll be controlled by them no matter how light they are. But the more fundamental problem is…”

“Hmm. I think I’m using my whole upper body too?”

“Ah.”

Johann, feeling frustrated, hesitates for a moment then extends his hand.

“If you give me photos and autographs, I’ll show you how to use it.”

‘I can give them to the kids.’

Friends who had asked for autographs when he appeared in Grey’s Anatomy.

They’d be even happier with Jake Gyllenhaal’s autograph.

Besides, this is also experience.

‘Where else would I get the experience of teaching that Gyllenhaal.’

“Puhaha.”

Jake Gyllenhaal bursts into laughter and obediently holds out the practice curved sword.

‘How cute.’

Indeed, at that age, such behavior is adorable.

“Both of them.”

“Oh?”

Johann takes the other one and sighs while holding both in his hands.

‘The center of gravity is a mess.’

It seems like another reason why Jake Gyllenhaal couldn’t swing the sword properly.

Johann closes his eyes and enters the library.

“Search. Child soldier, Damatan.”

Damatan, the young warrior of Persia.

The small cheetah of the outer warrior training camp, Zurkhaneh.

Johann opens his eyes while pressing the flying orb into his chest.

Thud, thud thud!

Muscles begin to twist and change.

“First, your fundamental problem is this. You don’t understand that the shamshir is a sword specialized for cutting.”

He doesn’t understand weapons at all.

The shamshir is easier to cut with, more durable, and suitable for use on horseback compared to straight swords.

“Why is that?”

Because in the desert, horses are tremendous wealth.

When trying to cut left and then right, compared to a straight sword, it won’t hit the horse’s neck.

Also, since the human body has hard bones, even when cutting through flesh and muscle, the blade gets caught on these bones. At this time, with a curved sword, if you cut toward your own body while drawing a circle in the same direction you were cutting, the curved blade will slide along the opponent’s flesh and come free. For cavalry whose blades easily penetrate deeply due to the horse’s acceleration, curved swords are much more attractive. In contrast, straight blades, being linear, can’t cut following the natural movements of the human body and the tip gets stuck.

For these and other reasons, curved swords became beloved by desert peoples.

“Thrusting works well too, but it’s not easy.”

Because the blade is curved, unless you’re skilled, even the person thrusting doesn’t know where they’ll strike.

Therefore, special martial arts for using the shamshir well, methods for handling it properly, were devised and passed down.

From mouth to mouth.

From blood to blood.

‘This is exactly that.’

He steps one foot back and lowers his body.

Both arms hang down.

The small friend and threat of the desert.

Scorpion stance.

His eyes sink as killing intent rises from his entire body.

“Watch carefully. This is how to use the shamshir, dual swords.”

Dash!

Johann springs forward and swings his sword.

Jake Gyllenhaal, who had been laughing even louder at the still boastful words, soon opens his eyes wide.

The same was true for the others.

 

‘Boys who entered the frontier Zurkhaneh rather than the city were almost all orphans.’

Boys orphaned by war, hunger, and plunder.

Therefore, their treatment was also miserable.

They had to keep up with adult training loads.

Wearing helmets of the same weight as adults.

Using weapons of the same weight as adults.

If they couldn’t do it, they were beaten. Beaten until they died.

‘Still, they couldn’t complain.’

Being able to eat their fill and sleep comfortably was a great privilege.

Therefore, they learned the tricks first.

How to swing a sword.

How not to be controlled by weapons.

They naturally mastered it to survive.

Swoosh! Thud!

He runs and plants his foot.

He slides.

Desert terrain that’s soft and slippery.

He ignores it.

Entrusting his body to the flow, he twists his waist.

He twists his spine and turns his shoulder.

Then he swings his arm.

The sword goes from inside the body to outside.

This is basic slash.

The shamshir in his left hand follows that trajectory and swings.

Swish!

“Dual swords are about flow.”

The intervals can’t be too wide.

The flow can’t be broken.

“Mmm-hmm!”

A melody flowing from Johann’s nose before he knows it.

This is the desperate struggle of young warriors.

A little faster.

A little more flexible.

Struggling like that, they naturally discover rhythm.

They absorb rhythm into their bodies.

That rhythm is the military song of their homeland Persia that they hear endlessly.

What Johann is humming is ‘Desert Wind’ among them.

The smell of sand mixed with blood brushes his nose.

‘In the desert, the greatest threat isn’t scorpions or raiders.’

It’s the wind.

Wind that, once it strikes, steals vision, changes terrain, and makes you lose your way.

Wind that blows fiercely and painfully penetrates eyes and body.

In the desert, even small wounds are fatal, so wind is enough.

Thus Johann became a sandstorm.

 

* * *

 

Jake Gyllenhaal stares blankly.

Cut and thrust.

Thrust and cut.

Cut and cut.

Cut and pull.

Swing and cut.

He also uses his feet.

Like a scorpion’s tail, he stabs and strikes.

“Beautiful…”

He seems to understand why he felt inadequate.

He seems to know what it means to swing a sword.

That’s it.

That’s how he should have swung the sword.

A sword dance that leads opponents to death.

Dance of Death.

‘Damatan was a beggar.’

Then he was chosen by the king and became a prince.

His rock-bottom gutter life was reversed.

Beggar Damatan, who gained what he couldn’t have.

He wouldn’t have wanted to lose it.

He wouldn’t have wanted to return to the streets.

‘So he must have desperately trained in martial arts.’

Like that.

Like that kid.

“Just like Damatan.”

Flinch!

“Manager.”

Action Director Nelson, who had approached at some point, has a strange expression.

‘Did that boy have this kind of skill too?’

An 11-year-old genius Billboard rock star.

That makes it even more surprising.

Dual sword technique is difficult.

Dual sword technique that can’t even be attempted without perfect body control.

The action he taught Jake Gyllenhaal doesn’t even come close to imitating dual sword technique. Yet this small child was performing that dual sword technique perfectly.

He’s not swinging wildly – there are forms and styles.

There’s a consistent flow.

“Could he be a successor of ancient martial arts?”

“That could be…”

Nelson, who was listening to his subordinate stuntmen’s chatter, looks at Jake Gyllenhaal.

“What happened?”

“…He said he’d teach how to swing a sword.”

“He’s right.”

That’s the real way to swing a sword.

He properly knows and utilizes the limits of the body.

Plus that unique rhythmic humming that stimulates the ears.

It’s as if the ancient Persian desert full of sandstorms is unfolding before his eyes.

‘Ha!’

A hollow laugh escapes.

Greed surges in his eyes.

“I, is that so?”

‘Then why didn’t you teach me?’

“Whew. You saw that? This is how you swing a sword…”

“Waaaah!”

“My goodness! Kid, do it again!”

“What’s the name of that martial art? What’s it called?”

“Again! Do it again!”

Johann blinks his eyes.

Nelson approaches.

“Hello?”

“I knew it was you.”

The dreadlocked homeless man he met on Venice Island.

He was so clean he wondered if he’d mistaken him.

“Hahaha! A handsome guy like me is hard to forget, right?”

“That’s not it.”

“Uhaha!”

Nelson, who laughed holding his belly, settles his gaze.

“Listen, rock star. Where did you learn that?”

“The forest.”

“…I thought so.”

“My goodness. The forest!”

“Really a successor of ancient martial arts?!”

The stuntmen who were beside Nelson become noisy.

‘They seem to be having some strange misunderstanding…’

Johann decided to just let them misunderstand.

Ancient martial arts are ancient martial arts after all.

Nelson kneels on one knee before such Johann.

“Listen, rock star. If it’s not rude, could I use that martial art from just now?”

That thing from just now could make Prince Damatan’s narrative more perfect.

Dual sword technique like ancient Persian Shamshir swordsmanship.

The action could become richer.

His eyes began to hold intense longing.

“This?”

‘Song of the Desert?’

“Hmm…”

“Johann.”

Rick Bottom quickly approaches and holds out a gossip magazine.

“…?!”

“I just bought it from someone passing by.”

Johann’s face contorts with anger.

“Do whatever you want! Let’s go, Rick!”

“Huh?! W-wait!”

Johann hurriedly escaped between the studios, and Nelson frowned.

‘That title just now…’

The title on the cover that the person who seemed to be the manager was pointing at.

It wasn’t ordinary.

He picked up his mobile phone.

“It’s me, Nelson. I need you to look into something.”

‘What damn bastard!’

Is trying to use that young child.

His gaze turned cold.

 

* * *

 

Thwack!

At Rocky Management’s Planning Team Office, Andrew Pearson, who came back from lunch, throws a third-rate gossip magazine published only in LA onto his desk.

 

A Talentless Composer’s Dangerous Gamble

 

“The targets are Bruno Mars and Johann.”

If Rick Bottom hadn’t discovered it and contacted them, they would have found out too late.

The Planning Team Staff who had gathered wipe their faces.

“…So it’s finally started.”

They had barely managed to divert attention, but it seems the effect has worn off.

It’s because of Grey’s Anatomy.

Andrew Pearson shakes his head.

“The focus is different.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s not Johann, but Bruno Mars.”

It’s an article with the narrative that a composer lacking talent used an innocent 11-year-old kid to rise to fame.

Someone had made up their mind and targeted Bruno Mars.

“My God… If this goes wrong, it could become a social issue, couldn’t it?”

Perfect material for tearing apart and devouring.

Even though it was published in a third-rate Gossip Magazine whose main consumers are conspiracy theorists, it would quickly become a social problem. There have been several incidents that started in third-rate gossip magazines and shook America.

“Demanding a correction… won’t work.”

Even if it’s third-rate, it’s still media.

No matter what threats they make, it won’t even make a dent, and Bruno Mars and Johann will end up with labels that can’t be removed.

Bruno Mars would get the label of a despicable con artist.

Johann would get the label of a victim.

They had to resolve this situation before that happened.

Fortunately, there was a way to solve it.

Participate in Black Eyed Peas’ Album and promote it extensively.

“…Wait. The timing of this is too perfect, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It seems this article… was commissioned by Black Eyed Peas.”

More precisely, Fergie.

That prideful princess had crossed the line.

Knock knock!

Andrew Pearson and his team members who turned their heads widened their eyes when they saw the people entering.

 

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