Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 89

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 89

 

 

”…Huh.”

“Wow….”

In front of the wall covered by a covering tarp.

Robert Burton and Jamie Valin brush their forearms.

They grit their teeth at the chills permeating their entire bodies and look at Johann.

“How is such expression possible?”

How could he express this.

“Because I saw it directly.”

Countless times.

“Huh?”

“Well then, I’ll go first!”

Today is Mother’s Day.

He even skipped lessons for today.

He had to hurry and go prepare.

“W-wait….”

Flutter!

As Johann pulled away the covering tarp from the wall and ran off, Robert Burton and Jamie Valin withdrew their outstretched hands and looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“What did he mean by seeing it directly?”

“…It would be better not to mention that part.”

It certainly wouldn’t be a good memory.

They looked at the mural again.

“Truly insane.”

They felt awe today.

 

* * *

 

“M-me? You want me to do it?”

In front of the somewhat cluttered entrance.

Larry is shocked.

“Then should I do it? I don’t have any free hands though?”

“T-that’s true, but… still, this!”

This isn’t what you do between friends.

‘We’re still friends, so this is why!’

Now it’s getting too frustrating.

Swoosh!

“He’s here!”

Johann with his guitar strapped on glared, and Larry sighed and turned off the fire.

 

“Phew.”

Ada, having parked, presses her temples.

A busy day despite it being Sunday.

If it weren’t Sunday, she couldn’t have gotten off work this early, but she’s annoyed at having to work on Sunday too.

What makes today even more annoying is Mother’s phone call.

A call that started with a friend’s granddaughter already getting married and ended with asking when she would get married.

“What’s so great about getting married at 19!”

Bang! She hits the car window and clicks her tongue as she gets out of the car.

Then suddenly the lights go out in the first floor living room.

“Why all of a sudden….”

They should have heard her arrive, so why did they turn off the lights.

Today seems even more annoying because of Larry.

“…Ah, today is Mother’s Day.”

No wonder Mother called out of the blue.

“Heh.”

The Mother’s Day event Johann told her to look forward to.

What kind of event did he plan.

Just thinking about it, all of today’s annoyances seem to melt away.

With her smile restored, she walks briskly and knocks on the front door.

Knock knock knock!

“May I come in?”

“C-come in!”

‘Oh, Larry’s here too?’

She’s even more excited.

The moment she opened the front door.

Pop! Pop pop!

“Kyah!”

Fireworks bursting above her head.

She flinches but soon becomes dazed.

‘P-photos?’

There are four large photos on both sides of the front door.

No.

They’re paintings.

Herself walking through the forest.

‘When I found Larry.’

Herself kicking Larry’s shin.

‘When I first met Johann in the Rocky Mountains.’

She had kicked Larry for not stopping the employee who saw Johann as merchandise.

Next is herself during morning time.

“Ugh!”

The last one is a painting of herself, Larry, and Johann standing together smiling.

“Johann….”

Her heated eyes search for Johann standing in front.

She takes one step at a time toward Johann.

That’s when it happened.

“W-wait!”

Larry jumps out from the side, blocks her path, and holds out something large.

“W-welcome home.”

“…My goodness.”

It’s a large rose bouquet.

Larry holds it out while smiling awkwardly.

Her heart sinks.

Sweet guitar melodies reach her ears.

The speaker pours out sound.

And Johann’s mouth opens.

“You were a shock to me.”

You who walked confidently.

You who are always confident.

You are to me….

‘Ah.’

She could guarantee it.

She would never forget this day.

 

* * *

 

After the celebration ended, the three of them finished cleaning up and gathered in the living room to share cake.

Ada, who had been stroking the bouquet of roses placed beside her, looked up.

“Oh no!”

“What? Did you forget something?”

“I should have taken a photo of you earlier!”

A sight she might never see again.

Larry’s face turned bright red.

“F-forget it…”

“It’s okay, Ada, I remember it.”

He could draw it anytime she wanted.

“Good.”

“Forget it! Everyone forget it! Never! I’m absolutely never doing it again!”

“Where are you going?”

“Restroom!”

Unable to endure it any longer, Larry fled to the restroom while Ada watched him go with a wistful expression before turning her gaze to Johann.

“You really completed the lyrics.”

“Do you like them?”

“Very much.”

‘It sounds like something Larry would say.’

Ada’s cheeks turned red.

“That’s a relief.”

Finding a lyricist had been really difficult.

Whether it was bad luck or not, most of the people he accessed were rappers, which made it quite challenging, but he finally managed to find one.

‘Actress, Linda Thompson.’

A person who was Elvis Presley’s former lover and an actress.

“Thank you.”

Thank you for creating such a song.

And thank you for coming to me.

“No. I’m the one who’s more grateful.”

For protecting me together with Larry.

The two looked at each other and smiled warmly.

“Oh, the mural unveiling is the day after tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.”

Mayor Antonio is supposed to attend.

“Oh, then it’ll be quite a big event?”

“I wonder.”

‘Aren’t all events organized by government officials pretty much the same?’

All the people he had accessed thought so.

“More importantly, did you come up with a concept? Did they accept it?”

Even if Johann wanted to paint a mural, he couldn’t do it unless Lewis & Boris approved it.

“Ah! Speaking of which, it got approved today. By any chance…”

Click!

“Phew, refreshing. Anyone want beer?”

“…So when will you paint the picture?”

“Soon?”

“Call me when you’re done talking.”

“Hahahaha!”

Johann and Ada burst into laughter.

 

Late in the evening, after Ada had soothed the grumbling Larry and even held a beer party, she returned to her room and lay down on the bed.

She needed to wash up, and there was one last thing to do, but sleep was already overwhelming her.

It seemed like she had been too fulfilled today.

In the end, she barely managed to turn off the lights and hugged the bouquet of roses.

“Sniff! Ah.”

‘Thanks to Johann, I even got to receive flowers as a gift.’

Although the meaning was different, it was nice.

She smiled and closed her eyes.

 

* * *

 

“Let’s go! Uncle!”

“No. I told you those older sisters aren’t there anymore.”

“…”

“Fine. Let’s go, let’s go.”

“Yay!”

His son Jerome raised both arms triumphantly, and he shook his head before leaving the house.

‘Well, it’s not like it’s going anywhere anyway.’

A script he’d been working on for several years now.

After repeatedly writing and erasing, he didn’t even know what was what anymore.

It seemed like he should scrap it.

“Right. If I’ve been stuck on something that doesn’t work for 3 years, scrapping it is the right thing to do.”

Three years during which so many things had happened.

The most representative of those would be his divorce from his wife.

His wife must have suffered mentally being married to a director who only made B-grade movies.

“It would have been better if I hadn’t succeeded at all.”

After his debut work was quite successful, he had been crushed by great pressure.

But after that, every movie he made flopped, and not only did he take out his frustration and stress on his wife, but he had also lived unemployed for the past 3 years, so he deserved the divorce.

“I’m the crazy one.”

It was amazing.

The attachment and effort of the past 3 years were being discarded so easily.

‘That’s probably because…’

“Hm?”

“It’s nothing.”

‘It’s probably because of the experience of almost losing Jerome.’

While talking with his son in sign language and heading toward the place where he had recently found his lost son, he was slightly surprised.

“Is there some kind of event?”

About thirty people were sitting on the sidewalk in front of the high wall.

People sitting there, even blocking pedestrian traffic.

Although it was originally a walkway where cars passed by frequently rather than people, he couldn’t help but frown.

“Mayor Antonio?”

California House Representatives and the Fire Chief were there too.

“J-Johann… Uncle, Johann.”

“Right, it’s Johann.”

‘Jackson…’

Jackson, the pediatric cirrhosis patient who appeared in Grey’s Anatomy.

 

“A lot. A lot. You have to come really late. I can wait!”

 

Before closing his eyes, Jackson’s bright smile toward his mother Jessica made him burst into tears.

Probably no one who watched Grey’s Anatomy didn’t cry.

‘How wonderful it would be if such an actor appeared in my work…’

“Having pointless thoughts again.”

For the time being, he plans to live focusing on his son Jerome.

He shakes his head and looks at the high and long barrier.

“Are they finally opening that thing?”

The thick smell of paint and Johann and other people drawing various pictures inside the wall.

He also ended up drawing together with Jerome.

The figures of himself, his divorced wife, and his son.

It was a wonderful memory, and it was good to see his son’s smiling face to his heart’s content.

‘Well, it seemed like they were drawing something on the outside too…’

It was probably work to preserve similar paintings to what they were drawing on the inside wall.

He approaches with his son, puzzled.

That was the moment.

Flutter!

The barriers pouring down toward the ground.

“My, my goodness!”

“Dad! Fire! Fire!”

He unconsciously grabbed his mobile phone.

 

* * *

 

“A mural by painter Robert Burton… This is quite rare!”

“Can we look forward to it?”

“Haha. You’ll know when you see it.”

Just how incredible this artwork is.

“Ooh.”

“Huh.”

The House Representatives and the selected LA business leaders, including the representative lawyer from Lewis & Boris Law Firm, look at Mayor Antonio.

‘It doesn’t seem like money was wasted.’

They click their tongues, having been upset about the unauthorized use of 3 million dollars of the city’s public funds. The business leaders feel the same.

‘How much are they trying to extract this time with such an invitation.’

What could be Mayor Antonio’s reason for such an invitation?

It’s to ask them to voluntarily donate or sponsor to develop this place.

Mayor Antonio inwardly sneers looking at them.

‘They won’t be able to say anything once they see that.’

He realized for certain after seeing it yesterday.

That Johann is someone who must be protected at all costs.

“Then let’s open the mural!”

Mayor Antonio looks at them with expectant eyes.

Flutter!

The barrier falling down from above.

People who were looking indifferently hurriedly step back.

“…?!”

It strikes.

It rushes fiercely.

Primal fear engraved in human DNA.

Massive flames filling both eyes.

Bodies freeze before an irresistible disaster.

‘No, no! It’s not real fire!’

Screech! Screech!

Cars passing behind also stop urgently.

“Is this 911?! This is… huh?”

“Fire, fire report… what?”

The vehicle driver’s fuss brings the pale faces back to reality.

“…This is crazy.”

It’s fire, but it’s not fire.

Cognitive dissonance tangles their heads and tongues.

Artistic opinions don’t matter.

The too-realistic expression forcibly makes them understand the painting’s message.

“Then…”

Mayor Antonio leisurely gets up and points inside.

“Let’s appreciate the mural inside.”

This mural is one piece including the inside mural.

People follow Mayor Antonio who takes the lead.

And…

“Dear God!”

“My goodness!”

There were people there.

Countless people walking on some mountain path.

No, no.

Something’s different.

“Why is only that person in the middle so clear…”

Next to the man dropping cigarette, people of all ages and animals drawn as if by a non-professional are smiling brightly.

But the silhouettes of everyone except the man are blurry.

“Gasp! Co, could it be?”

The fire outside and the people inside, the two paintings connect.

A massive fire that started from a small spark.

Disaster.

It was always people who suffered from it.

“The artwork’s title is ‘Fire Always Targets Us’.”

A disaster created by small carelessness strikes people.

Strikes families.

Strikes harmonious, happy moments.

And takes them away.

Life.

Family.

Time.

…Gulp!

The people who turned pale looked at the mural again.

‘Perfect.’

Mayor Antonio smiled looking at Johann.

 

‘That, that’s it!’

Jerome’s father, who had reflexively followed when people moved, clenches his fist tightly.

Lightning-like inspiration strikes through his mind.

It was inspiration for his next artwork.

Disaster and fire.

He stared intently at the mural, as if trying to bore a hole through it.

 

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