My System Allows Me to Copy Talents

Beep!

As the whistle sounded, finally the game concluded.

It was an overwhelming display of might from the Japanese side. It was a testament to the squad that the Japanese side had assembled.

As for Hiro's debut, it was nothing but something straight out of a fantasy.

A hattrick and an assist in his very first game for his national team, it was something many players could only wish to achieve. But he had made it into a reality.

To many opposing supporters, even the shrill sound of the whistle sounded like a sweet melody of respite. Finally, their torment had come to an end.

They didn't have to see their players suffer any further.

However, to many, it was a signal of their defeat. At once as they heard the sound of the whistle rage welled up inside them. Their veins bulged while their eyes became crimson with fury.

Even though they had been venting their frustration since the moment they started losing the match they still couldn't refrain from venting further.

Sure, the opposing side played well, and one may argue that the players had given their best. But if their best efforts brought such humiliation then what use of their efforts?

They might as well leave the team.

Though they didn't expect their team to win a major trophy they still held some expectations towards their team.

But today's display was nothing but shameless.

"Did you leave your mind somewhere? Only that would explain your lack of attention during the game," a burly man scoffed as he couldn't take it any further.

"You call yourself senior players? Hmph! I bet even the under-twenty team performs better than you" another added.

Soon others chimed in as well.

Just from their gesture, it was clear that they were unsatisfied with their performance.

As for the players, they could only endure the frustration of their fans with their heads lowered in shame. After such a humiliating defeat, it was only natural for them to be treated in such a way.

The fans didn't spare a shred of mercy on the players as they hauled them with indignant and slandering chants.

By now many fans had already left the stadium while many were preparing to leave. While the opposing players were grieving, Hiro walked towards the opposing number seven. He had a disheartened look on his face almost as if he was finding it hard to digest the defeat. By no means did he appear in the mood for a conversation.

But Hiro couldn't give up either.

Since he hadn't heard the prompt from the system, he could only link it to the incomplete quest. Perhaps the quest hadn't ended yet, who knows?

Considering his performance, under any circumstances he shouldn't fail the quest. If he failed even after such a marvelous performance, it would only imply that the system didn't want him to complete it.

There was his selfishness regarding his quest.

But the most important reason for his approach was because he wanted his jersey. Though the timing wasn't suitable, he still had to try his luck. After all, how could he pass on such an opportunity?

Then as he got to him, he put on a gentle smile. Extending a hand, he said in an amicable tone, "It's an honor to play against you."

Upon seeing the extended hand, Kvicha tilted his head to turn to look at him.

He was seated on the ground with his head slumped. After suffering such a humiliating defeat, he couldn't bring himself to face either his teammate or his supporters. So, right after the whistle, he got to his knees and sat on the field with a frown on his face.

But seeing someone extending their hand to reach out to him, how could he ignore him?

Also, he couldn't understand him well since the person was talking in English. Though he had a vague understanding of English, he couldn't understand him well.

Just who was it that approached him? It couldn't be any of his teammates since the person was speaking in English. So who could it be?

A pang of curiosity struck him as he heard him.

Then as he lifted his head, he found the young sensation who had singlehandedly destroyed them with an amicable smile on his face.

At first, he found his approach quite perplexing.

First, you destroy us then you act as if you've done nothing? Are you for real?

If it was someone with a quick temper, he would have already lashed out after experiencing his gesture. He might not hold any hostility but after suffering such humiliation they could only attribute his gesture as an act of mockery.

However, Kvicha wasn't such a person. So he stared at him blankly for a while before grabbing his hand and complimenting him for his marvelous display.

It was only the right thing to do.

"Huff...," releasing a short sigh, he extended his hand to grab his. Then as he picked himself up, he said politely, "The honor is all mine"

Out of habit, he spoke in Italian leaving Hiro dumbfounded.

It had taken him countless hours of effort to be able to learn English. But now, he was present with another hurdle. Just speaking English wasn't enough to converse with other players.

'Doesn't most people in Europe speak English?' He thought as he heard him.

Though he was panicking from the inside, he maintained his calm on the outside. He couldn't afford to show his nervousness on his face.

It also crossed his mind that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to converse with him. He was ashamed of himself. In fact, he was so embarrassed that he could drown in a cup of water to hide himself from the embarrassment.

But seeing his unresponsive gesture, Kvicha recognized that he was having trouble responding. Yet still, since he wasn't fluent in English, he could only try to put off the conversation with a few words he knew, "I... am sorry. But I... can't speak English. But you...

played good today"

Ah! It seems that he didn't know how to speak in English so that's why he responded in Italian

before.

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