Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 92

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 92

 

 

”Waaah!”

The children who came out of the police station raise both arms up.

Their first time ever at a police station.

It was scary, but they had no regrets since they threw punches for their friend. Though they never want to come again.

“Thank you.”

For fighting together with me.

“What! When our leader fights, of course we have to fight together! Right?”

“Of course!”

The children smile brightly despite having been scared.

Johann’s heart swells as he extends his fist toward them.

The children, smiling even bigger, bump their fists against his.

A strange sense of fulfillment, as if they’ve grown a little closer.

After greeting each of them individually, Johann stands before Director George Huntington.

“I’m sorry.”

“…You’ll have to be prepared for punishment.”

Johann is the leader of California West.

He knows there’s a big difference between games Johann participates in and games he doesn’t.

But this was bench clearing.

Although the other side charged first, Director George Huntington was thinking that Johann might have intentionally provoked it.

‘Even if not, I’ll have to ban him from playing for at least three games.’

A bloody incident had occurred.

They needed to show the California Little League Office that they were reflecting on it.

“Yes.”

“The details of the punishment will be delivered by email.”

“Understood.”

George Huntington nods and extends his hand to Ada.

“Thanks to you, things were resolved easily. Thank you. Well then.”

“Johann! See you next time!”

“I’ll contact you!”

Following the coach, the children also left with their respective parents.

Ada looks at Johann.

“Should I drive you to the Rockies?”

“Yeah.”

Because he needs to paint the mural.

“And thank you for coming today.”

“What. Of course.”

Johann is Larry’s child, but he’s also her child.

It was natural as a mother.

Ada strokes Johann’s head and heads toward the parked car.

 

“Sleep well.”

“You too, Larry. You too, Ada.”

Larry’s lips twitched as if he wanted to say something after hearing about today’s events, but he ended up just saying goodbye and left the room.

When the house became quiet a moment later, Johann quietly opened his eyes. Then he got down from the bed and walked toward the spear leaning against one side of the wall.

 

‘Graaaah! I’ll kill you! I’m going to kill you! You got that, you bastard!’

 

Ray Clemer, who had screamed and raged instead of being intimidated even after having his ankle and knee broken.

“He didn’t give up.”

There was someone like this in the forest too.

A leopard that became prey for the wolf pack Johann was with one day.

At the moment when he just needed to cut off its last breath, his heart softened because of cubs that jumped out from the bushes, so he let it live. But after recovering, the creature later stealthily approached Johann when he was alone, separated from the pack, and pounced on him.

The scar on his left forearm was from that time.

If he hadn’t used his wits to dive into its embrace and break its hind legs when it tried to rise and strike with its front paws, he would have become the prey instead of the leopard.

Ray Clemer’s eyes have the same look as that leopard’s.

“He’ll come for revenge.”

This is the problem with the city.

You can’t physically cut the threads of bad relationships.

Click! Click!

Johann’s eyes begin to gleam as he disassembles the three-section spear.

 

* * *

 

Beeeep!

Near a hospital where horn sounds are loud.

A 2-meter tall man in a black jacket with his mouth covered by a mask and cap stares at the hospital.

“Is this the place.”

The hospital where the being that threatens the boy he must protect is admitted.

The man thinks of the boy.

A man who was shunned by many because of his build and appearance.

But the boy, Johann, was different.

He approached without hesitation and extended his hand.

He always said thank you even for trivial things.

He shared food and drew pictures for him.

Whenever he revealed new talents, he always let him be part of it.

He let him watch from the side.

‘I want to protect him.’

His peaceful daily life.

So he can shine brighter.

So he can smile more.

For that, just for today, he had to return to the old days.

‘Those weren’t the eyes of someone who gave up.’

Rick Bottom recalls Ray Clemer’s malicious eyes and coolly narrows his gaze as he steps toward the hospital.

Stab!

Metal piercing his back.

The smell of gunpowder and blood brushing his nose.

Rick Bottom grits his teeth as goosebumps rise all over him.

‘To be caught from behind!’

He must have gotten too relaxed lately.

Rick Bottom raises both arms.

“Turn around.”

Rick Bottom furrows his brow.

A somehow familiar voice.

Rick Bottom turns around and opens his eyes wide.

“Swal… low?”

“Heh heh. Long time no see, Big Boss.”

A call sign he hasn’t heard in a long time.

Rick Bottom briefly drifts into the past.

To the time when he was the team leader of a unit not recorded in the world.

“Why are you here?”

“For the same purpose as the team leader?”

“…Why is the CIA?”

“Because your child has done so much for us?”

It’s a kind of after-service.

“…I see.”

Rick Bottom, recalling the materials found at the retired CIA agent’s safe house, nods in understanding.

Materials that reduced hostile nations’ influence while expanding America’s influence.

It seems the fact-checking on those materials has been completed.

“Probably…”

The white man in his thirties called Swallow opens Rick Bottom’s jacket.

This reveals green nurse scrubs underneath.

“It’ll be better than the method the team leader was planning to use.”

“…Please do.”

“Let’s have a drink later.”

“I’ll contact you.”

The CIA has stepped in.

They’ll handle it more reliably than he could.

Rick Bottom adjusts his collar and turns around, while Swallow, who was watching him, puts a cigarette in his mouth.

The man next to him also puts a cigarette in his mouth.

“Is it okay to let him go like that?”

He doesn’t know what Rick was planning to do, but at minimum, today’s target wouldn’t have remained unharmed.

A potential criminal, no, a walking time bomb.

“It’s better to stop.”

Rick Bottom, who was the team leader of an unrecorded CIA secret special operations unit.

He participated in a total of 102 operations and completed 98 of those missions.

“From assassinating key figures to attacking important facilities.”

The grim reaper of the battlefield that even the SAS, Spetsnaz, South Africa’s Recce, and Nigeria’s NNFC feared.

Rick Bottom was such a legendary and prominent figure.

“He’s not someone the likes of you should mess with.”

Just now, he was lucky to catch Rick Bottom off guard, but if he had shown even a speck of killing intent, his neck would have been severed before he could even play around with a gun.

“Wh, why would such a person become a manager…”

“That’s a rather long story.”

Still, it was a reason that all team members at the time could understand, and the team was able to disband without any discord.

“Let’s go if you’re done smoking.”

They needed to finish this quickly and go eat hot soft tofu stew.

“Bukchang-dong again? Why do you like that spicy, garlic-smelling stuff…”

“If you don’t like it, you can take the lead next time.”

“Ugh.”

Swallow chuckles and enters the hospital, opening the door to the hospital room where Ray Clemer is staying.

Thud thud thud!

“I, I need a gun. Who should I…”

Swallow snorts at Ray Clemer’s anxious muttering.

Ray Clemer sits in the hospital room without a single guardian despite it being late evening, almost dawn.

“Perfect timing.”

“Wh, who are you?”

“You were at the scene during the downtown NJ Mart robbery murder case two months ago, weren’t you?”

Flinch!

“N, no! It wasn’t me!”

“Ray Clemer. You’re under arrest for the robbery murder of Nathan Jenner, accessory to murder, and participation in the Rulkay gang. You have the right to an attorney, you can refuse to make statements against your interest, and you can file a lawsuit if you believe this arrest is unjust.”

“No-!”

Ray Clemer had just followed the neighborhood gang members.

His life was destined to fall into ruin like this.

 

* * *

 

“Huh.”

California Little League office.

The staff members laugh incredulously at the news delivered today.

It wasn’t just a simple bench clearing, but a bench clearing where one player suffered serious injuries severe enough to receive an irreversible diagnosis.

The perpetrator is Johann Jefferson, who is praised as a future Major Leaguer.

The staff members click their tongues thinking about his fastball speed and power.

One of them urgently speaks up.

“Player Johann Jefferson is the future of American baseball who has even signed a sponsorship contract with the Dodgers!”

A fastball and slider reminiscent of Dennis Eckersley, and a screwball reminiscent of El Toro Fernando Valenzuela.

And what about his batting?

Watching his batting form reminds one of the great James Lewis Fregosi.

He’s a precious talent with solid pitching and hitting abilities.

“He’s still just an Asian.”

“Right. Even though his potential looks high now, the limitations of Asians are clear. Why do you think there are so few Asian players in Major League?”

“Hey!”

“Are you planning to set a precedent now?”

A precedent that violence is acceptable on the sacred playing field if you have good skills.

Since he’s a mentally immature minor, strong punishment is necessary.

“…”

“Then let’s decide on that.”

And California West will also be stripped of their qualification to play one game.

Thus, the treatment of Johann and California West was decided.

“Let’s move on to the next agenda.”

Having made their cruel decision, they began chattering again as if it were nothing special.

 

* * *

 

“…I understand.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, sir. Thank you for your hard work all this time.”

Johann leaves the California West manager’s office and laughs helplessly.

‘I didn’t expect it to end like this…’

He feels bewildered and dumbfounded.

“H, how did it go? C, come on, tell me!”

Director George Huntington had suddenly summoned Johann, who was in class, saying he had something to discuss.

Flash, who had followed along feeling anxious for some reason, grits his teeth and urges him.

Johann shrugs his shoulders.

“They’re stripping me of my Little League player qualification.”

Thud!

That’s right.

The punishment the California Little League office imposed on Johann was the revocation of his player qualification.

The scope extends to the Big Little League, which is the high school league.

Throughout his school years, no, it’s practically the same as being unable to play baseball anymore.

“Crazy! How does that make sense? Why you?! What did you do wrong?!”

Seriously injuring Ray Clemer was self-defense through and through.

If Johann had been a typical student who didn’t know how to fight, Johann might have been the one who got hurt that day instead.

“What is the manager doing?!”

“It’s the league office’s decision.”

It’s not something a single manager can do anything about.

“Don’t give me that bullshit!”

He doesn’t care about adult circumstances.

What matters is that adults have hurt them again this time.

“You! Can you accept this decision?”

“…There’s no way I could.”

He’s angry.

At Ray Clemer.

At himself for not dealing with Ray Clemer more cleverly and causing damage to the team.

And at the league office that made this ridiculous decision and Director George Huntington who accepted it.

“But there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Of course, if he filed a lawsuit, he could probably restore his player eligibility.

Ada would handle the legal defense, and Ray Clemer is guaranteed a trip to prison on charges of accessory to murder and gang involvement.

‘But would I be able to enjoy it then like I do now?’

Somehow it doesn’t seem like he could.

If only because of the guilt of having caused damage to the team.

“It’s fine. I was getting bored anyway.”

“Shut up.”

They’ve only been friends for a few months, but he knows Johann well enough.

He knows that Johann is just saying empty words right now.

“Fine. If you’re not doing it, I’m not doing it either.”

“What? Wait.”

Flash shakes off Johann’s hand and enters the coach’s office.

“I’m quitting too.”

“Flash!”

Johann urgently covered his mouth, but Flash’s resolute gaze doesn’t change.

“…Alright. I’ll process it.”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

Johann grabs Flash by the collar as he comes out.

“What are you doing! Why are you quitting?”

“Johann. Friend. California West was fun because I was with you.”

He has no interest in California West without Johann.

Johann’s face contorts.

“Hey.”

“And who said anything about quitting baseball?”

He can just play for the Fairmont Little Pumas again.

He can continue playing baseball, and based on his experience so far, he can work hard to promote the Fairmont Little Pumas to the AAA League.

He was confident.

“So you should come in as a coach too.”

Flinch!

“Coach?”

“Your player eligibility was revoked, but there’s nothing saying you can’t coach. With your coaching, we could make it to Triple-A League with our eyes closed, right?”

The entrance music would also be Johann’s composition ‘Little Wolves’, no, Little Pumas, to crush everyone’s spirits.

“This is crazy….”

Johann runs his hands down his face.

A feeling that’s both very sorry and reassuring.

“Want to eat pizza?”

“I’ll think about it if you add chicken tenders.”

“Let’s go.”

“Let’s go! Hehe.”

“Funny.”

“You’re smiling too.”

The two put their arms around each other’s shoulders and left the building.

 

-Wait. I’m quitting and coming with you.

“You should keep playing.”

-Johann!

“This isn’t a hobby for you, Julio. Aren’t you thinking about your mother and father?”

Julio is called the pride and hope of Hispanics in the neighborhood.

And he himself truly loves baseball.

The experience at California West and the career as a California West pitcher will be a great help for Julio’s advancement to Major League.

-…What am I supposed to do! You guys quitting without saying anything! Shit!

“You go to Major League. We’ll cheer for you.”

-I don’t know! Get lost! Don’t contact me for a while!

Looking at the disconnected phone, Johann clicks his tongue and looks at Flash.

“Looks like we won’t be able to contact him for a while.”

“Same here.”

The two call each California West player individually to inform them about the disciplinary action and voluntary resignation.

Most of the players are expressing their disappointment as anger.

Still, having informed everyone they needed to, they decided to wait until their friends’ anger subsides.

Johann glances at Flash picking up his mobile phone and looks at Rick Bottom who’s driving.

‘SAD/SOD’

Team leader of CIA’s secret special operations unit SAD/SOD.

It’s a past he wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t monitored Ray Clemer’s mischief through the library.

‘He was going to turn Ray Clemer into a cripple for me.’

If it hadn’t been for his former teammate who appeared at just the right time, Rick Bottom would have gotten blood on his hands again.

For someone he only met through business.

“Rick.”

“Yes, Johann.”

“Thank you, always.”

“…Don’t mention it.”

“If you need anything, please let me know anytime.”

‘Because it wouldn’t be a waste if it’s for Rick.’

“Could you possibly draw one more picture for me?”

“Of course!”

Johann’s face brightened up completely.

 

* * *

 

-This is ridiculous! What can I do to help?

“I’m fine. And I’m not completely quitting baseball either.”

Johann shared the conversation he had with Flash.

“This should be fun too.”

‘It’s the experience of using everything from Angels’ number 11, James Lewis Fregosi.’

I’m already looking forward to it.

-…Ugh. Fine. Let’s talk about the rest when we get home.

“Yeah!”

Johann stretches after ending the call, having also informed Ada of the news.

“Hah.”

The rare moment of leisure makes his whole body feel languid.

“Now what should I do?”

InStory, which gained 800,000 members in just 10 days since posting ‘Fire is always targeting us’ as its first post.

Quick Food is also sailing smoothly, having surpassed 300,000 members.

‘I’m continuing to draw, and I’m steadily taking piano and violin lessons too….’

I’m also continuously making songs and uploading them to SoundCloud.

Including Strauss’s lost music pieces.

On top of that, I’m also painting murals after school.

Today is just the first day I’ve had some free time.

But my body feels restless.

Perhaps because I ate pizza with Flash, my body is crying out to use energy.

“Hmm… Should I exercise?”

Like I did in the forest.

Johann nods and stops just as he’s about to insert the key into the front door handle.

‘Someone’s inside.’

I can sense a presence.

It’s not Larry or Ada.

‘A burglar?’

Johann’s eyes turn cold as he grabs his mobile phone again and steps back.

That’s when it happened.

“If you’re here, come on in. I’m not a bad person.”

“…Huh?”

“I’ll come out now, so please calm down.”

With those words, the door slowly opens.

Johann’s eyes widen as he sees an elderly woman in her 60s with completely white hair.

‘Th-this person is?’

She’s someone I know.

One-sidedly, that is.

 

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