Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 91

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 91

 

 

”Time!”

Flash urgently stands up.

It’s already the second batter.

The first batter was fortunately struck out, but with three balls.

The second batter advanced with a walk.

Control and pitching form that weren’t like Johann at all.

He quickly headed to the mound.

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

“No.”

“Are you practicing a new pitch?”

“No.”

“Johann.”

Flash looks at Johann and opens his eyes wide.

‘K, killing mode?’

The emotion has disappeared from his eyes.

It’s the mode Johann enters when he’s pissed off.

‘Why all of a sudden?’

“What’s going on?”

“…That bastard picked a fight during the ceremonial first pitch and at-bat.”

Flinch!

“He said he’d kill me today?”

It’s probably true.

Judging by the look in his eyes then and the menacing glare from earlier, he’ll definitely find any excuse to come at him.

Unlike cunning beasts, undisguised killing intent.

‘Those stupid bastards are always the ones who cause trouble.’

So he had to kill him before that happened.

Crack!

“Has that black bastard lost his mind.”

How dare he mess with his friend.

Flash glances at Ray Clemer and glares at Johann while gritting his teeth.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I would have won if the front office staff hadn’t stopped us midway.”

He wouldn’t have killed him, but one eye would have gone blind.

“…Infield gather up-!”

“Huh? What?”

“What’s going on?”

“Johann, are you hurt somewhere today?”

Flash opens his mouth.

“Ray Clemer is targeting Johann. I guess he was bitter about what happened during the ceremonial pitch event. You guys saw it too, right? The Dodgers ceremonial pitch event.”

That’s when Ray Clemer picked a fight and made a death threat.

So Johann is now setting up the game.

A game to kill Ray Clemer.

He had to strike first before being struck.

Gasp!

The surprised infielders’ faces contort.

They don’t know the full story, but if Johann thinks this way, then Ray Clemer must be a son of a bitch.

“That retarded nigger bastard dares?”

“Ha. We’re going to forfeit today’s game.”

“Just give the signal.”

Johann twists his lips at his friends sending him determined looks.

“Just block the other guys.”

“…Okay.”

The infielders with menacing looks turned around and returned to their positions, and Flash, who returned to home plate, sits down.

“Is the pitcher’s condition okay?”

“I’m fine. The control is just off because of a new pitch I’m practicing.”

“Hmm.”

Johann Jefferson is a hot potato among umpires too.

His control is poor and the ball is bland, but his speed exceeds 65 mph (about 105 km/h).

It’s incomparably slower than Johann’s usual velocity, but even this alone is top-tier velocity in Little League.

The umpire, who had been pondering, soon nodded and continued the game.

 

Magnit’s third batter turned away regretfully after a close battle.

The manager said to give up on all innings where Johann pitched, but he couldn’t help but swing at balls in the 60 mph range.

So it’s 2 outs with a runner on first.

Ray Clemer steps into the batter’s box, swinging his bat vigorously.

“Your ace doesn’t seem to be in good shape today?”

Even though he charged at him like that back then, he seems to be scared of him now.

Just a yellow monkey of this caliber.

His hot head cools down slightly.

‘Even so, he’s definitely retarded!’

If you mess with him, you have to pay the price.

“Yeah. Laugh all you want. The moment my new pitch finds its target, you’ll be pissing yourself.”

“…This painted gay bastard has a loose mouth too. Do you want to get beaten up too?”

“Better than someone who painted their body with shoe polish.”

Crack!

“You son of a bitch!”

“Stop. If you say anything more, you’re both ejected.”

Blatant racist remarks.

As an umpire, he has no choice but to mediate.

The two clicked their tongues and turned away from each other, and Ray Clemer, taking his batting stance, shook his butt while looking at Johann.

‘Come on, right here. Throw it right here.’

No matter how scared he is, if he provokes him like this, he’ll react.

The moment a dead ball comes flying, that little runt will not only quit baseball but won’t be able to live a normal life.

‘That’s right. Right here, I’m telling you?’

He smiles more obnoxiously at Johann’s contorting expression.

Johann grits his teeth and takes his pitching stance.

His leg lifts and steps down as his body twists.

Thwack!

“…Ball.”

A ball that went way outside the zone. This time it’s also three-quarter.

Ray Clemer scrunches his face.

‘What, is he really scared?’

“…Retarded bastard.”

He’s deflated.

That’s when it happens.

Whoosh!

Ray Clemer looks at the ball lodged in the catcher’s mitt and furrows his brow.

 

“Johann’s condition doesn’t seem very good today.”

‘He’s like this because he’s not focusing on baseball and making murals and songs instead!’

Bill Claymer felt nothing but regret that Johann’s talent seemed to be going to waste.

At his words, George Huntington nods his head.

A half-hearted three-quarter delivery that was neither Dennis Eckersley nor El Toro.

Looking at how even the ball’s movement was dead, his physical condition seemed very poor.

“Prepare for a substitution.”

They had to make a substitution before Johann’s condition got worse.

“Yes. Julio.”

“Yes!”

“Warm up in the bullpen…”

Whoosh!

“Wait.”

A screwball of at least 80 mph.

The ball came alive again.

“Let’s watch until this inning.”

Seeing him frown and shake his arm weakly, it seemed like Johann himself was squeezing out his last strength.

They couldn’t pull a player who was burning with such determination.

Bill Claymer nodded and hoped he would finish the inning safely.

 

* * *

 

Whoosh! Whoooosh!

“…Ball four. Runner, take your base.”

One strike, four balls.

He threw a powerful screwball, but it ended up being a walk.

“Heh.”

‘Right. I’ll praise you for not running away.’

But this wasn’t the end.

There were still many innings left.

“Heh!”

Ray Clemer looks at Flash.

“This bastard really.”

“Runner, take your base.”

“…Damn it.”

Ray Clemer kicked the ground, threw his bat, and jogged sluggishly to first base while looking at Johann.

Just then, Johann also looks at him.

The moment their eyes met, Johann twisted his lips.

It went according to plan.

“Welcome.”

To my hunting ground.

Twitch!

Ray Clemer’s brow furrowed at Johann’s eyes as emotion disappeared from them.

“You’re damn slow.”

Ray Clemer looks at the grumbling first baseman.

“…Why are both this guy and that guy picking fights?”

“If you don’t like it, hit me.”

And then you can get ejected.

“Ha! Ah, you believed that crap?”

He had no interest or attachment to baseball anyway.

He could just quit school too.

The moment Ray Clemer twisted his lips and raised his fist, the first base umpire grabbed his arm.

“Stop it. Say one more word and you’ll get beaten, you brats.”

When umpiring Little League, there were occasionally guys like this.

Guys who couldn’t control their hot blood and caused trouble.

A strong warning was the answer for guys like this.

Crack!

“…Tch! I won’t hit him, so let go.”

Ray Clemer felt pain as if being tightened by a tool, shook his arm free, glanced at the first baseman, and widened his lead.

While doing so, he looks at the runner on second base, the second batter.

‘When I run, you run too.’

‘Why, why are you staring at me?’

“Well, if you die, it’s your responsibility.”

He sent the signal.

It was the fault of whoever couldn’t read it.

Ray Clemer looks at Johann and grins menacingly.

‘I’ll make today a nightmare you’ll remember.’

The best things for shaking a pitcher’s mental state were home runs and stolen bases.

Ray Clemer, who enjoyed tormenting others, planned to steal all the way home and break Johann’s mentality.

Johann takes his pitching stance without looking at Ray Clemer.

It was the moment Ray Clemer widened his lead further.

‘Huh?’

Johann’s body turns toward him.

Ray Clemer’s eyes widened as he reflexively dove toward first base.

Thud! Swoosh!

“Safe.”

“Isn’t that out? That’s definitely out!”

“Safe.”

While the first baseman bickered with the first base umpire, Ray Clemer got up and grimaced.

Sliding, which he had barely practiced even during training.

He dusted off his dirt-covered clothes and looked at Johann, his eyes widening.

Snicker!

Johann sneered and turned his body.

‘D-did I see wrong?’

He might have seen wrong.

But somehow it didn’t seem like it.

Ray Clemer grimaced and widened his lead again.

Then…

‘Damn it!’

Swoosh!

“Safe!”

Another pickoff throw.

Johann had thrown pickoff throws twice, something he had never done before.

And this time too, without fail, Johann looked at his dirt-covered chest and sneered.

‘This bastard, could it be?’

‘Keep rolling around. That suits you.’

He’d been had.

Johann wasn’t scared.

He had disguised it to look that way and was mocking him.

He had enjoyed watching him crawl on the ground.

“You son of a bitch…!”

“Huh?!”

Ray Clemer, his eyes rolled back, shakes off the First Baseman’s hand and charges toward Johann.

“Johann-!”

Johann smiled as he watched Flash urgently remove his mask and stand up.

It’s fine.

He could already sense the charge coming.

“Die, you bastard!”

Glancing at Director George Huntington and turning his body, a black-skinned fist was already right in front of his face.

Johann lowered his body, grabbed one of Ray Clemer’s legs, and threw his body.

“Ugh?!”

Ray Clemer’s body falls forward.

The moment he urgently stretched out both arms to brace against the ground, something solid wrapped around his involuntarily lifted foot.

Crack!

Ray Clemer urgently turned his head and saw Johann’s eyes, holding his foot with both arms and staring at him indifferently.

‘That, that look?’

A killer’s eyes.

The kind of look he’d seen from the older guys in neighborhood gangs who had committed murder.

“Crazy!”

Ray Clemer urgently pulled his foot back and kicked out with his other foot.

Johann, as if he expected this, followed that foot with his body and twisted his arm.

“Die.”

Crrrrrrrack!

“…Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

“Ray!”

“Johann!”

“K-kill them all!”

“Waaaahhhhh!”

Tweet! Tweeet! Tweeeeeet!

 

* * *

 

“Ada, what’s the title of this song?”

Ada’s Team Member, who came in to deliver materials, frowns at the song playing from the Speaker.

Ada’s Office has been playing only this song since Mother’s Day.

“Why? Is it strange?”

“Not at all!”

She wanted to find it and listen to it.

The lyrics seemed meant for someone like her who had lived rationally until now.

“Plus it’s like it’s Ada’s story!”

When listening to the song, Ada naturally comes to mind.

Ada, who is her idol and role model.

Moreover, what about that clear yet sexy voice that seems like puberty hasn’t hit yet.

Even without knowing who the Singer is, she wanted to become a fan.

“Ahem. Really?”

Ada’s lips twitch.

“The title is ‘Confident You.'”

“Oh.”

“The Singer is…”

Ring ring! Ring ring!

“Wait a moment. Yes. Why, Johann?”

-I hit someone, Ada.

“Are they dead?”

-No. The victim’s name is Ray Clemer. 12 years old. Magnit School 5th grade. The Hospital he was taken to is…

Johann rattles off everything about Ray Clemer.

Ada’s eyes grow coldly calm.

“Got it. Don’t say anything until I get there.”

Ada hangs up and looks at the team member in front of her.

“Move.”

“…Yes, boss!”

42 affiliated Lawyers, 350 total team members.

Lewis & Boris Senior Team Ada began to move.

 

* * *

 

The game ultimately ended with both sides forfeiting.

“We really just fought back!”

“We couldn’t just get hit when they were hitting us!”

“That guy kept picking fights first! The Umpires over there will testify to this!”

“What?! Who are you trying to pin this on now?!”

“Fine, sit down! Please sit down!”

“This is really crazy!”

The Police Station was noisy with California West and Magnit Players who had engaged in bench clearing.

The Coaches and Manager from each team also raised their voices.

It went beyond typical bench clearing to become a bloody incident.

A full five people were taken away in ambulances, and one of them was seriously injured.

Something uncommon even in professional games.

Because of that, everyone ended up being taken to the Police Station.

“Sigh.”

The Detective calmed down the Children, Manager, and Coaches who were screaming loudly, then looked at Johann sitting across from him with his body hunched over.

‘This Child…’

He had seriously injured a Black Boy twice his size.

‘This is crazy.’

He had no idea what had happened.

“Johann!”

“…Ada!”

Ada walks over with quick steps, almost running.

“I’m Senior Lawyer Ada Wong from Lewis & Boris. I heard you brought in my Child because of an assault case.”

“The right ankle ligaments, muscles, joints, and Achilles are torn, and there are fractures in the knee’s cruciate ligaments, joints, and bones.”

At minimum, 20 weeks of treatment.

Surgery is absolutely necessary, and even if the surgery goes well, there will be permanent disability.

No matter how much of a minor he is, this is a situation requiring mandatory arrest.

“What happened?”

“He was the one who started the trouble first, Ada.”

Johann explains what happened at Dodger Stadium from the beginning.

Without any embellishment, from a third person’s perspective.

“We parted ways like that and met again today…”

His condition happened to be poor today.

His arm hurt so he couldn’t throw the Ball.

“But I’m the ace pitcher.”

So he tried to get an out with a pickoff throw, but Ray Clemer suddenly charged at him.

“It was like a bear attacking.”

Like a young bear in its adolescence, more ferocious and aggressive because it hadn’t learned much.

So he reflexively counterattacked just like in the forest.

To survive.

He twisted the foot to take away mobility, twisted the arm to destroy the means of attack. Just like when he once faced a leopard alone.

“And I backed away. Because this isn’t the forest.”

If it had been, he would have driven his fangs into that incapacitated body.

“Hmm. It really was that guy’s fault.”

“Listen here, lawyer! Do you think this makes any sense right now!”

The detective who had been gaping at Johann’s words slams the desk.

How could a young child know words like mobility or means of attack? This was learned. Whether jiu-jitsu or special forces, he had definitely learned lethal martial arts from someone.

‘Lying through his teeth!’

He was angry enough at himself for feeling sorry seeing the boy cower just moments ago.

Ada smiles coldly.

“Do you remember the wolf boy?”

“…No way?”

Ada nodded, and the detective grimaced.

“Then that’s even more of a problem!”

“Why?”

“Obviously he’s a dangerous… person! Leaving such a child unattended like this…”

“Watch your words, detective. Johann has received the Model Student Award directly from Mayor Antonio not once but twice!”

He ranked first in the entire school in the recent midterm exams.

His volunteer hours are a bit lacking, but Johann is a model student who diligently attends school, listens attentively in class, and fulfills his duties as a student.

“Di-directly?”

“It was reported in the news and newspapers, so check for yourself. On the other hand, what about the perpetrator?”

Magnit School.

A school famous for its bad reputation.

A public school located in a neighborhood with poor security.

Ray Clemer is a student attending such a school.

Bzzzzt!

“Hold on. Yeah, it’s me. Really? Got it.”

Ada hangs up and looks at the detective again.

“The perpetrator’s school life evaluation isn’t very good either.”

He apparently goes around using violence on students and extorting money from them.

A problem child that even the teachers are fed up with.

“His parents also have a history of receiving treatment for alcohol and drug addiction.”

They even have criminal records.

“How did you even… ugh.”

Louis & Boris.

This level of investigation should be considered child’s play for them.

“My child simply reacted reflexively when attacked by such a problematic student.”

She acknowledges that the intensity of the counterattack was severe.

But this was self-defense.

The fact that Johann still has wildness in him isn’t a problem.

“Tsk. If that’s the case, he should at least be bigger…”

No matter how bold someone is, they don’t attack a large predator.

If Johann had been bigger, Ray Clemer might have hesitated a little.

The grumbling detective suddenly realizes his mistake.

At the same time, Ada’s eyes turn fierce.

“Are you saying it’s okay to bully someone because they’re small?”

“N-no. I misspoke. I apologize.”

“I’ll accept that. Do you have anything else to say?”

“…No.”

Ray Clemer was seriously injured, but it was self-defense from the start.

Even if Johann had learned lethal martial arts, the one who attacked first was in the wrong.

This wasn’t even grounds for detention, and even if it went to trial, Johann had a 100 percent chance of being found innocent.

“I suppose we can consider that the California West players were also defending against Magnit School’s attack?”

Diligent student athletes were startled and blocked the threats from delinquent students, and some blood was spilled in that situation.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“That’s… right. Hmm.”

“Let’s go, Johann. Let’s go, California West.”

‘Oh.’

Johann looked at Ada.

Ada, who was already cool, looked even cooler today.

 

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