Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 74

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 74

 

 

”Your standards are high.”

Whack!

“Agh!”

Johann grips the shoulder of the fifth grade boy who collapsed after getting hit in the knee.

They came to school just a few days after being kidnapped.

Even though they experienced the terrible ordeal of kidnapping, their parents sent them as if they still had to attend school.

Crack! Crunch!

“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”

It’s breaking. The collarbone is about to break.

“Mouth.”

“Hic!”

Johann looks puzzled at them trembling in fear with tears and snot flowing from just this much.

“Why are you so scared of me from just this? You haven’t even been beaten that much.”

It’s not like they were bitten by a puma and thrown around on the ground, or had their bones crushed by a bear.

It’s not like they faced a wolf pack alone that recognized them as prey and stared with excitement.

He just punched them a few times, yet they’re terrified.

They acted arrogant as if they were predators when they’d be scared by just this much.

“In Fairmont, my territory. How dare you.”

Where there’s a wolf, that’s the wolf’s territory.

“Th, that…!”

“Don’t open your mouth. It stinks.”

“Hnngh!”

Johann moved his hand that was gripping as if to break their collarbone and grabbed the boys’ necks.

“I’ll be watching from now on.”

If they raise their heads again, he’ll tear their throats.

“Hnngh! Hnnnngh!”

“Johann!”

“…Remember this. There won’t be another chance.”

Unfortunately, this is as far as it goes.

He can’t do anything more in the human world, but they’d be leaving Fairmont School soon due to bankruptcy anyway.

Johann looked at their pants getting thoroughly wet and turned around, leaving the two trembling and hugging their knees.

 

Meanwhile, Flash, who was walking by, sees Johann.

“What was that look in your eyes just now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just now…”

He looked like the wolf he saw at the zoo, furiously scratching the ground under the fence.

Eyes that made his groin ache and made him want to run away just from looking.

He felt that same fear from Johann’s topaz-like brown eyes.

“I have to do this much so they won’t act foolishly.”

There was a time like this before.

A wandering wolf that entered his territory.

It was a male and a cub. He naturally killed the male, but couldn’t bring himself to kill the cub and let it live.

But a year later, that guy appeared leading a wolf pack.

Gulp!

“So, so what happened?”

“Who’s the person in front of you right now?”

“Ah!”

“So from then on, I started giving warnings very clearly.”

“Instead of just killing them all?”

“That’s usually the case, but sometimes we hit our physical limits too.”

We might die trying to finish them off, so we just give warnings like that.

At those words, Flash and his friends nodded as if they understood.

“Waaaaah!”

Startled!

Not just Johann and his friends, but students passing by the faculty office were also startled and looked at the faculty office.

“What’s happening?!”

“Jo, Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page are making a collaboration album!”

“Wh, what did you say?!”

“Eagles and Led Zeppelin are collaborating?! Oh, my God!”

“They found a vocalist too?!”

“Crazy! Who is it!”

All the teachers gathered around the teacher who had shouted.

Even the principal was running from the end of the corridor.

“Who are the Eagles?”

“Led Zeppelin? Cool name.”

“You idiots. They’re the grandfathers from Johann’s YouTube. Right?”

“Yeah.”

‘I guess they finally got caught.’

Paparazzi or reporters must have finally found them, and the two probably leaked Robin’s joining.

‘I wonder when the album will come out…’

Johann, thinking he should contact them later, rummaged through his bag and took something out as soon as he returned to class.

“Johann, did you finish up?”

“Yeah. They won’t be able to do bad things anymore.”

“Good job.”

Emily nodded with a satisfied face, then looked puzzled at what Johann had taken out.

“Letter paper? Are you going to write a letter? To whom?”

“To the baseball fans who sent me gifts.”

When he was fretting about having nothing to give in return for the gifts he received, Larry told him to write letters.

He said they’d be happy enough with just that.

“What? Really?! If we send you gifts, you’ll send replies?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“Oh my God!”

“Huh? Why?”

“Nothing!”

Emily shook her head and quickly turned on her phone to send someone a message.

-Breaking news! Johann is currently writing replies to baseball fans who sent gifts!

…Ding! Ding! Ding!

-Going to pick out gifts right now.

-Bad baseball fans! We wanted to send gifts too but couldn’t because we thought it might be rude!

-Wolfies! Brakes released!

“I’m releasing mine too.”

Emily pressed her phone keys with crazed eyes, and Johann, pretending not to see her, quietly turned his head and pursed his lips while looking at the letter paper.

‘What should I write to this person.’

It’s difficult.

Writing letters.

He somehow managed to write two, but beyond that, he can’t think of what to write.

“Ugh! Huh?”

Johann tilts his head back in thought when he sees Mason struggling to open the door and enter.

When their eyes meet, Mason hesitates then approaches awkwardly.

“H-hello.”

“You’re late?”

Emily, Lucy, and Joy also wave happily at him.

“Y-yeah. I, I tried to come right away, but Father and Mother…”

They stopped him saying there might be aftereffects.

So he went to see a psychiatrist and had counseling with a counselor too.

“Then Father went back to Korea yesterday so I could come.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah!”

The past few days felt like returning to the old times, so he was really happy.

“Ah! S-sorry.”

“To us? Why are you sorry to us?”

“You said let’s meet tomorrow… and I couldn’t even contact you.”

“You don’t have my phone number.”

“R-right?”

“But how would you contact me?”

He’s saying useless things.

“Right. Mason, you need to become more confident.”

“More than that, what’s that?”

Besides the bag on Mason’s back, he’s carrying two more bags as big as his torso.

“Ah! Mother prepared this since yesterday for you guys to eat together!”

“Food?”

“Yeah! Wait a moment.”

Mason puts down the bags and takes out plastic containers filled with food, opening the lids.

“Wow!”

“Whoa!”

Not only Johann and Emily, but classmates who approached out of curiosity at the sudden food smell also burst into admiration.

“This is japchae, this is bulgogi. Three-color vegetables and galbi-jjim, kimbap, this is yukjeon, kkoji-jeon, dongtae-jeon, dongeurangttaeng, saeu-jeon and…”

“It’s pretty!”

“It looks delicious just from the smell!”

Johann also agreed with the children’s words.

Beautiful colors that stimulate appetite.

“Can we eat it?”

“Of course! Mother made it for you guys to eat!”

“Then.”

Johann was the first to pick up a piece of galbi-jjim and bring it to his mouth, while Emily and friends and classmates who were seeing Korean food for the first time stared intently at Johann eating the seemingly spoiled black meat.

Squish!

“…Good Lord.”

“Why, why? Is it weird?”

“It’s delicious…”

It’s not just delicious.

The moment he puts it in his mouth, the savory richness of fat and the harmonious aroma of soy sauce, garlic, pear, pineapple, and ginger spreads deep into his nostrils.

And the tender flesh and chewy membrane that breaks apart with just the pressure of his tongue and palate.

Crunch! Crunch!

“The sauce has even soaked into the bone?”

“You don’t eat the bone, Johann…”

“Was your mother a chef in Korea?”

“N-no.”

“It’s this good even though she’s not?”

“Just how good is it?”

Unable to hold back any longer at Emily’s exclamation, Johann picks up some galbi-jjim and puts it in her mouth.

Emily is startled and her eyes widen.

“…Mason, by any chance was your mother’s job being a magician?”

What kind of magic did she cast on the cooking?

“O-originally Korean people all eat at least this level…”

Johann and Emily gained enlightenment from those words.

“Korea is a country of gastronomy.”

“Ugh! I can’t stand it! I want to eat too!”

“Me too!”

The classmates looked at Joy and Lucy enviously, and Emily saw this and shared the food little by little.

“Good Lord! This is so delicious!”

“What’s the name of this?”

“Dongeurangttaeng?”

“Now my favorite food is dong, dong… this!”

“Kids? Teacher is here?”

“Teacher Mary! Eat with us! Mason brought Korean food!”

“Mason, how do you eat this?”

“That’s delicious when eaten with food… Ah! Wait, I’ll give you a fork!”

Before morning class started, an unexpected party was held in the class.

“Slurp!”

“W-want to eat?”

“…No. That’s for Flash and the kids.”

He can just steal some to eat at lunch later.

Johann, who was eyeing the remaining zipped bag, grins at Mason.

“Anyway, thanks for the meal. Tell your mother thank you.”

“Me too!”

“Us too!”

“Yeah!”

“And if anyone bothers you from now on, tell us.”

Since he shared food, he’s a friend.

Whether he’s timid or not, he’s now a member of the pack.

As if that feeling was conveyed, tears well up in Mason’s eyes.

“…Yeah!”

Johann nods and fixes his gaze on the letter paper again.

“Ugh.”

“Why? Didn’t you do your homework?”

Mason asks without hesitation, perhaps because they became friends.

“It’s not that…”

Johann explained the situation, and after hearing everything, Mason was puzzled.

“Can’t you just write something nice and copy it?”

He remembers Korean idols doing that.

“But the fans all liked it.”

“What? Good Lord. That’s not polite.”

Those gifts aren’t simply gifts but were sent with hearts that like him.

“Hmm, it’s difficult. If only I had talent in writing, it would help at times like this…”

“Talent?”

“Yeah.”

“Talent…”

Johann looked at the letter paper again.

 

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“I don’t think there’s anything to teach?”

At Esa-Pekka Salonen’s mansion, this was Martha Argerich’s honest impression after listening to Johann’s piano performance.

“Ms. Marta.”

“Wait. Come here, kid.”

She sat in the chair Johann had vacated and struck the keyboard.

Chopin’s Nocturne No. 20, which she had performed at the concert.

The nocturnal aria that the great musician Chopin dedicated to his student Jane Stirling pierced and shook the heart.

After finishing the short 4-minute performance, Marta looked at Johann.

“Try following along.”

“Yes.”

Though puzzled, Johann sat in the chair, took a deep breath in and out, and pressed the keys.

Ding ding ding…

“Do you see?”

Those notes that had experienced all the world’s hardships.

The back of a musician reciting poetry on piano while gazing at someone under the moonlight on a dark night.

“…Yes. I can see it.”

Young yet old, passionate yet seasoned.

How long had it been since he heard such an incredible performance that made his eyes well up?

When he closed his eyes and listened, he couldn’t think of that small, petite body.

“No. Look more closely.”

“Ah.”

‘The hesitation… has disappeared.’

It was a very subtle change.

But he could definitely feel it.

The feeling that Johann was enjoying classical music.

“My goodness.”

He had only shown him one concert performance.

Since it seemed like he was leaning toward pop music, he had simply shown him that classical music could have this kind of unconventional fun.

But he was repaying that teaching with such an attitude.

“I can’t teach that kid. Same goes for you, Salonen.”

When she first saw Johann at Singer’s studio, she thought there would be much to teach.

But that was a miscalculation.

‘It was my arrogance.’

“Just let him hear a lot.”

And give him lots of experience.

That would be enough.

For that marvelous genius to become even more amazing than he is now.

“I see…”

Salonen finally understood the reason behind his decision to ask Martha Argerich for help.

‘Because there was nothing I could teach.’

That’s why he had requested help, wondering if the masters of performance might have a method. Once he acknowledged this, his heart felt at ease.

“Experience…”

Letting him hear things wasn’t difficult. The problem was experience.

What kind of experience should he provide so that genius wouldn’t get bored and would continue enjoying classical music?

Suddenly, one method came to Salonen’s mind.

“How about this?”

Salonen whispered, and Marta’s eyes widened as she asked if he was serious.

“A spirit of challenge. That’s the driving force of exploration.”

“…You’re quite a ruthless person too.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

The two reached an agreement like that.

“I’m finished here.”

“Kid, pack your clothes.”

“…?”

Martha Argerich twisted her lips.

“From now on, we’re heading to the battlefield.”

Johann and Sophia simultaneously thought that woman had gone crazy.

 

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“Give me food! Food! Give me food, you woman!”

“You just ate. You can’t have more.”

“I’m going home!”

“Air raid! Air raid!”

Johann blinked as he looked at the chaotic scene.

“This is the battlefield?”

It was indeed a battlefield.

 

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