Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 83
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 83
23. First Pitch
“Thank you.”
There was no need to hear the detailed conditions.
The moment I walked up from the first floor and reached the fifth floor, I realized how many people this building would attract.
Even if just a tiny fraction of those tourists flowed into their village, it would be a blessing.
Everyone’s situation was that dire, yet they could operate their business at the center of it all.
The rent was also not a fixed amount but 18 percent of sales.
Though the rent was quite burdensome, it was much better than just sitting around doing nothing.
Moreover, this wasn’t charity from wealthy white people either.
It was a grateful proposal from the friends of Julio, the pride of Silver Lake Hispanics, who thought of their fellow Hispanics.
Anyone who didn’t seize this opportunity would be crazy.
“We’ll do our best to clean up the village before this place opens. Everyone can do that, right?”
“Of course!”
“Just trust us!”
It was a chance to become vibrant again.
They promised to keep quiet until BlackRock purchased all the surrounding buildings and returned home.
“Now then, how much should we set for the investment amount and investment ratio?”
Johann looks at Mr. Kellner and Edward Sherman with a smile.
Ada stepped forward with a business smile.
* * *
Whirrrr!
On the airplane heading to Korea.
Kim Seo-hyun, who was drinking champagne, suddenly burst into laughter.
“What an amazing child.”
At just 11 years old, he led and completed the mural depicting stories of the world watched by stars, turning the five-story building into a masterpiece.
Making that Robert Burton into nothing more than an assistant, no, a collaborator.
A talent that surpassed all the countless geniuses she had met so far.
‘Even if I brought any of those hailed as geniuses in Korea, they wouldn’t match that child.’
But what was truly surprising was that he conducted business on equal terms with Mr. Kellner and Edward Sherman.
“To turn that place into a tourist destination in an instant…”
She knew about the Hispanic concentrated area in Silver Lake.
It was a place with poor security that was hard to visit unless you were Hispanic yourself.
‘But not anymore.’
It was an opportunity to make money when everyone around was going bankrupt.
They would clean up the neighborhood themselves.
Perhaps the greatest gain from this business trip to America wasn’t the license for aramid fiber technology, but forming a connection with the genius artist Johann Jefferson.
Kim Seo-hyun looks at the night view of LA from Griffith Observatory placed beside her.
She had paid a whopping $300,000 for the painting and even purchased an additional first-class seat to transport it safely.
“…Manager Moon.”
“Yes, Executive Director!”
“You said that child Johann is your son’s friend?”
“Yes! According to Jaehyun, they’re totally best friends!”
According to her son, he was currently a singer at 97th place on the Billboard singles chart and the composer of a collaborative album between Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page.
He always placed first in school competitions, also won first place in spelling contests, and was currently the ace pitcher of a baseball team with a 3-1 record.
“He said he’s also learning classical music these days. Haha!”
“97th on the singles chart?”
“Originally he was in the upper ranks of the rock chart, but he shot up after appearing on a broadcast recently!”
Kim Seo-hyun’s mouth fell open.
The Billboard chart was on a completely different level from Korea’s music charts.
If you made it into the top 100 of any of the main charts, you could become incredibly wealthy, and that alone was proof of genius.
‘To be born with so many talents…’
She had been thinking wrong.
He wasn’t a monster-like genius.
Johann was an unreasonable existence that God had created by mistake.
‘I need to maintain a relationship with such an existence somehow.’
Johann had already proven his business capabilities.
Who knows what kind of help they might exchange in the future.
What she needed to do from now was a little bit of groundwork for that time.
“What should I do? Commission a mural? No.”
Since it would require traveling thousands of kilometers, Johann’s guardians wouldn’t allow it.
“Ah, that would work.”
Her eyes began to sparkle.
* * *
Hiss!
Getting off the crowded bus today, a woman with long red curly hair and a gloomy appearance, Anna, looks around.
“Excuse me.”
She goes to a nearby newspaper stand and picks up a newspaper.
“I’d like to ask something. I heard there’s a Hispanic concentrated area around here. Which way should I go?”
“Why would a decent young lady want to go there?”
The Stall Owner makes a disapproving expression.
“To meet a friend.”
“…Just go that way for 5 minutes.”
“Thank you.”
‘That way?’
She moves her steps, her eyes gleaming behind round glasses.
‘It’s changed.’
After walking slowly for 6 minutes, the atmosphere of the street changes.
Dark and chaotic.
The roads and streets were certainly clean, but that atmosphere pressed down on her entire body.
Tattooed men drawing on walls pressed down on her even more.
‘Uh, which way should I go?’
The moment she hugged her square bag tightly and moved her eyes restlessly.
Tap tap tap!
“Hurry up! If we’re late, we’ll have to wait!”
“You think that would happen just because Will.i.am gave one endorsement?”
“Are you dissing my idol right now?”
“What are you doing? Run!”
‘I should follow those people!’
Anna eagerly chased after them as they ran.
How long had she walked so quickly?
Anna’s quick steps came to a halt.
Murmur murmur!
“Is it correct to go that way to the place Joe Walsh verified?”
“I’m trying to find the building that Jimmy Page verified.”
“You can go that way!”
“Cheap, it’s cheap!”
“One-of-a-kind glass crafts for 3 dollars each!”
“Try the most delicious tacos in the world!”
The tourist destination scenery unfolding before her eyes.
The atmosphere and scenery that had changed the moment she entered the Hispanic Concentrated Area changes once again.
‘It’s only been a day since the celebrities verified this place?’
She pushes through the bustling crowd in bewilderment, heading toward her destination.
And….
Chatter chatter!
“My goodness.”
The open road with Silver Lake visible right next to it. A crowd incomparable to the Hispanic tourist area from just before fills her vision completely.
“Customer number 1985!”
“Yes! Yes! That’s me! Over here!”
She jumps up and down among the crowd and stands in front of a small five-pyeong building erected in what used to be a Parking Lot.
Star Story Cafe.
“Huff! Huff! I’m not late, am I?”
“Hoho. Those who received alerts on their Mobile Phone can order anytime within 10 minutes, so you don’t need to come so quickly.”
Anna’s face turns slightly red at the Hispanic Beauty’s clear smile.
“C-can I take Photos?”
“Huh? Oh, of course!”
‘Perfect!’
Anna quickly takes out her Camera from her square Bag and points it at the shy beautiful employee.
Click! Click! Click!
“Ah! Oh, americano. Cold.”
“Yes. I’ve received your order for iced americano. That’s 6 dollars.”
“Expensive…?!”
The beautiful employee points to a poster attached next to the order counter.
“According to the opinion of those who drew the Mural Painting, part of the profits generated here will be used for LA’s neighbors in need, so please understand. Wow….”
Whoever it is seems to have such a good heart.
“Kyaa, it’s Johann!”
“Oh, hello? Are you a fan?”
“Yes! Our wolf! I came after seeing your Fatalbook!”
“…Shall I give you an autograph?”
“Can I take a photo?”
A group passing by in front.
Anna shakes her head after seeing a short, pretty Boy.
‘There are so many celebrities I don’t know.’
LA is indeed LA. There are so many celebrities you could trip over them.
“We are controlling Entry numbers for smooth viewing, so please line up this way!”
Surprisingly, the line wasn’t that long.
After waiting about 30 minutes, her turn came, and as she entered inside, she welcomed spring.
“Wow….”
“Look at the Ceiling! There are stars!”
“What stars in broad daylight? There are only clouds.”
“Connect the shining clouds among those clouds!”
“…Huh?!”
At someone’s shout, everyone looks at the Ceiling.
Anna also looks up and is surprised.
‘Aries, Taurus, Gemini!’
Even below those constellations, flocks of sheep and buffalo, and identical twin shepherds stand facing the wind.
Her gaze turns to the introduction board set up next to the Entrance.
Stories of the world watched by stars – Spring.
The Field of long ago where the wind blows.
How about walking through spring under the watchful eyes of stars.
“Wow.”
How romantic.
Anna’s hand unconsciously reaches toward the Drawing.
Tap!
“Huh?”
‘Oh, it’s a transparent acrylic panel!’
Her finger was blocked by something even before touching the wall.
It seems they’ve done preservation treatment.
“Right. This is how these drawings should be protected.”
After glancing around to see if anyone noticed, she slowly looks around the First Floor that welcomed spring from long ago, then heads to the Second Floor via the stairs.
After experiencing the Second Floor, 3rd Floor, 4th Floor, and even the constellation gods of the 5th floor, she comes out with a dazed expression and looks at the sky.
‘What is this.’
It feels like she’s returned from a long journey.
“Are you there?”
There again today.
Feeling somehow encouraged as if the constellation gods are looking down on her, she turns her head this way and that.
Having achieved her purpose for coming here today, it was now time to enjoy this tourist destination.
“Wow. This outfit is pretty.”
‘The sugarcane juice is delicious too!’
The fried dish with the difficult name too.
The old Car Mobile Phone charm sold at the fancy shop, and the Latin music flowing from the streets.
With warm sunlight streaming down between the tall palm trees, it feels like being in the Dominican Republic.
“Huh?”
Mural Street is this way.
Can she feel that same emotion from just before again?
Anna moves as if enchanted, following that sign, and only late at night could she return House with all sorts of things hanging from her.
She sits at her Computer almost flying and opens her blog.
Anna’s Diary.
Hello everyone?
Today I went to the suddenly famous Mural Street.
Shall we all set off for that place together?
Blog membership: 32.8 million.
Anna, LA’s representative power blogger, rapidly taps the keyboard.
* * *
Robert Burton’s new work is a mural?
The mural that stars saw and admired, a story of the world watched by the stars!
A journey through power blogger Anna’s diary!
God always watches from that place!
Talent connected by bloodline, Jamie Valin!
“….”
Inside the moving car.
Johann looks at Larry with a sullen face.
“Looking at me like that won’t work.”
“But Joe and Page, Robin is making her debut!”
They’re debuting and making comebacks at the Coachella Festival.
The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, a comprehensive music festival held in Coachella Valley near Joshua Tree National Park in Riverside County, California, America.
The Coachella Festival, which first opened in 1999, has since been held in spring without setting specific dates, and this year it’s scheduled for May.
Naturally, they had to go there.
“I said absolutely not.”
“Larry.”
“Absolutely, absolutely not!”
This is the first time.
For the first time seeing Larry being so firmly decisive, Johann pouts his lower lip but doesn’t say anything more.
Seeing Johann like this, Larry’s heart softened, but he soon shakes his head.
‘Where does he think he’s going!’
The Coachella Festival.
Larry had been to that festival several times.
That’s why he knows for certain.
That place is absolutely not somewhere a young child should go.
‘There’s also the worry of losing Johann because of the crowd of well over 100,000 people….’
Because so many people gather there, all kinds of human specimens congregate.
Drunkards and drug addicts.
Women throwing off their underwear in excitement.
Guys running around naked.
Crazy people rushing onto the stage and people fighting, etc.
It was no place for a young child to go.
“More than that, are you okay with that?”
Larry changes the subject.
“Only Mr. Burton and Miss Balin are being mentioned in the media.”
Johann and all his friends have their names listed on the mural, but no one believes it.
Robert Burton’s reputation is too high.
“It’s fine. We promised to do it that way.”
The California Evening appearance had caused a bigger reaction than expected.
They had to keep a low profile for a while.
‘If only Johann were a little older….’
Larry smiles bitterly and brings up a cheerful topic.
“Did you hear Team Leader Andrew’s story? That your songs started being distributed in Korea?”
Larry changes the subject.
“How do you feel about it?”
“…It’s amazing.”
About 11 hours by plane, about 6,000 miles (about 9,600 km).
How did they find out and distribute it in such a distant country?
It’s incomprehensible yet exciting.
“If I get fans in Korea too, I should send letters and gifts, right? What kind of gifts should I send?”
“Haha! That’s something you need to think about carefully.”
“Tch!”
“Hehe. Oh, we’ve arrived.”
At Larry’s words, Johann also stretches his head forward.
“Oh.”
In the distance, the massive Dodger Stadium was coming into view.
‘Sandy Koufax, Roy Campanella, Jackie Robinson.’
The owners of retired numbers 32, 39, and 42 erected at Dodger Stadium.
‘Rack, Dennis Eckersley’ and ‘Angels’ number 11, James Lewis Fregosi’ are also great players he respects endlessly.
He realizes once again that he’s come to Dodger Stadium.
“Over here! Over here!”
A huge figure jumps up and down waving his arms.
“Huh?! Player Kershaw?”
“Oh, wow.”
Clayton Kershaw awkwardly signs autographs for LA Dodgers fans.
‘Did he think people wouldn’t recognize him just because he’s wearing a mask?’
Johann shakes his head and approaches, looking at his ankles.
“They’ve gotten thicker?”
From his ankles to his calves.
Subtle but definitely thicker.
He can feel him standing firmly planted on the ground.
“Hehe, I still have a long way to go.”
He laughs awkwardly, but you can clearly feel how intensely he must have worked.
“But you seem to have grown a bit taller?”
Flinch!
“Really?”
“Yeah. About this much taller, I think.”
‘Really? For real?’
He should measure his height when he gets home today.
“Hello, I’m Clayton Kershaw.”
“I’m Larry Jefferson. Thank you for inviting us today.”
“Me, me too.”
Clayton Kershaw really kept his promise from the Spring Camp at California West. In a little while, all his friends will come to the LA Dodgers’ home stadium, Dodger Stadium, with the viewing tickets that Clayton Kershaw gave them.
“Promises must be kept. Let’s go in.”
They entered Dodger Stadium through the gate used only by players and staff.
A high and wide corridor that feels cool yet simultaneously hot with intensity.
‘I think I’d know even without absorbing and reading Wolf Who Howls at the Moon.’
What kind of resolve those who just passed through this corridor have. The heat of murderous intent to kill someone today.
‘This is the smell of professionals…?’
That smell was also emanating from Clayton Kershaw.
“But you have many talents.”
The performance on California Evening that shook California during the broadcast.
Thanks to that, he was able to easily get the ceremonial first pitch today.
“You can do well, right?”
“You’re asking the obvious.”
It’s his very first ceremonial first pitch.
He absolutely could not be humiliated.
That’s why he had practiced pitching whenever he had spare time yesterday and today.
“Who’s the ceremonial first batter?”
“Heh! You’ll find out soon enough.”
Johann, frowning, was guided to the indoor training facility.
“Oh, the ceremonial first pitcher is here.”
A large man in his 60s who had been standing with his arms crossed took off his sunglasses and lowered his body.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Joe Torre.”
“Hello, I’m Johann Jefferson.”
“You’ve practiced a lot.”
Calluses covering his palms.
Joe Torre, who became the Dodgers’ manager in 2008 and controlled his players with tremendous charisma, stared intently at Johann.
‘This kid…’
The child that rookie pitcher Clayton Kershaw and coach Don Mattingly had praised enthusiastically, spitting as they spoke about how they needed to bring him over quickly, or at least get a sponsorship contract with him.
The child who had pointed out Clayton Kershaw’s problems just from a passing glance.
The child who had shown incredible pitching in Little League.
Does this kid know?
That the team’s front office is currently having headaches because of him.
“…?”
“Well then, shall we meet the ceremonial first batter who’ll face you today?”
“You don’t need to come over.”
Thud thud.
‘Whoa, is he a high school student?’
A Black Man with height matching Julio’s, but about twice the build.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ray Clemer from Magnit.”
Pause!
“Magnit?”
Magnit Elementary School, LA’s baseball powerhouse.
One of the regular teams in Little League Major, and a team that hadn’t faced California West yet.
“Ah, I remember.”
About Magnit’s monster fourth batter.
‘Coach Clamer said not to be happy with our current performance.’
He said we’d be meeting the real monsters from now on.
“Heh. Let’s do well today.”
“Hmm…”
Just as Johann was considering whether to knock down Ray Clemer, who was looking down at him condescendingly, Joe Torre stepped forward.
“Well then, shall we practice the ceremonial first pitch and at-bat?”
“…Yes.”
“Anytime.”
The two headed toward the mound and batter’s box.
Joe Torre, wearing sunglasses, crossed his arms.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and Kershaw and the front office staff beside him also wore expectant expressions.
“If the distance between the mound and home plate feels far, you can come forward.”
Professional games are about 60 feet (18.44m), while Little League baseball is about 54 feet (16.04m).
It’s about a 6-foot difference, but the sense of distance can be thrown off.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m fine too.”
“Good. Then start when you’re ready.”
“It’s okay! Just think of it as taking it slow!”
Johann nodded at the encouragement from LA Dodgers’ starting catcher Russell Martin, rolled his shoulders, and fell into thought.
‘But was there an event like this where ceremonial first pitch and at-bat face off? I think there might have been…’
Maybe it’s confusing because he had accessed so many people’s memories.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
‘That’s good.’
His shoulder and arm began to warm up.
Johann looked away from Russell Martin, who was holding his mitt in the center of the zone with a big smile, and stared at Ray Clemer.
‘A monster…’
Ray Clemer holding a wooden bat with an overconfident expression.
Johann twisted his lips and got into pitching position.
Then his body twisted and the ball shot forward.
‘Ah, it didn’t break as much…?’
Crack!
‘A hit?’
Johann’s gaze moved from the baseball that hit the net behind him to Ray Clemer.
Ray Clemer looked down arrogantly as if this was nothing.
“Bland. Next.”
‘What the?’
Johann’s eyebrows twitched.
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