My System Allows Me to Copy Talents

[Congratulations host! You have completed the quest!]

[Your rewards are being calculated]

[Career Achievement! You have scored a goal on your national debut]

[Career Achievement! You have scored a Hattrick on your national debut.....]

Inside his head, the system prompt buzzed continuously without any stop, quickly drawing his attention. Hearing the buzz, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated.

This momentarily distracted him.

And by the time he came to his senses, he found the opposing number seven missing. Puzzled, he looked around him only to find the number seven leaving the pitch.

Seems like he had taken too much time to reply.

If he ran, he could still make it. But he could tell from their earlier conversation that he wanted to be alone. So, if he ran up to him, it'd only bother him.

So, out of consideration, he gave up on the idea to ask for his jersey this time. If he remained consistent, he'd get other opportunities.

Well at least, he had earned his recognition.

The reporters were swarming all over the field with their cameras and microphones, searching for the perfect news story to publish. Unfortunately, they caught him staring in a daze at the figure of the opposing number seven.

For sure they'd come up with something spicy. Who knows they might even publish an overtly exaggerated story that's far from the truth.

Right after seeing him leave, he was about to explore his rewards. But upon noticing the flock of cameras converged on him, he couldn't bring himself to do so. Who knows they might label him as a lunatic if he stood in a state of trance.

Multiple times, he had been reminded by his personal manager to be mindful of his image. So, he didn't want to hear anything further from her.

Hence, he put a triumphant smile on his face as he faced the cameras. Then he gently waved his hand at the cameras before heading back to join his teammates in the celebration.

'Those bastard are always hungry for scandals'

While heading to his team, he thought.

'Can't a man who had already died once peacefully fulfill his wishes?'

He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

In the dormitory of Kawasaki, many young players were gathered in front of a huge projector screen, watching the match that had ended only recently.

"Damn! What a match it was. From here onwards, it's only an uphill ride for Hiro"

"Can you believe, he scored a Hattrick on his debut?"

"And he's even younger than some of us?"

"The record breaker has done it again. Be it here or anywhere, he keeps on breaking records."

The room buzzed with chatter as the players who had been silent until a moment ago began to talk about the match and compliment Hiro's performance.

Even the youth coaches who had trained Hiro couldn't help but look at him with eyes glistening with pride. Their chest was puffed while their face displayed a proud smile.

Some even started recalling their impression of Hiro.

He was the first one to arrive at the training and the last one to leave. There was even a time when he got into trouble. The solo dribbles, his impressive set-pieces, everything was so vivid.

The trophies they had won. They were the most dominating team. Other teams would tremble upon hearing their name. Their name was used to evoke fear in their opponents.

For a while, they were so lost in their past glory that they didn't even notice the cacophonous noise resonating around them.

Then as they woke up from their reverie they couldn't help but sigh.

Their recent performances hadn't been as impressive as it was when they had Hiro in their ranks. Winning the league used to be so easy. Yet now they were struggling to retain their position in the top three.

Their downfall had been nothing but unfortunate.

Frowning, Makoto glanced at his players before regaining his composure. Despite their recent disappointing performance, he couldn't dwell on their past glory.

After all, the past has already passed. As for the future, it's yet to come. So, he could only focus on his present. With the available player in his hand, he had to make do with his present situation.

Then he raised his voice to silence the players, "Silence! This is not a fish market for you to be shouting so much."

At once as they heard him, immediately everybody present in the room quietened. They dared not disobey his orders. After all, he was the man in charge.

And as everybody quietened they continued to watch the broadcast in silence.

'Fly high, Kid.' He wished Hiro well while looking at the image of Hiro on the screen.

Though Manager Makoto was a bit disheartened by the present state of his team, he was still happy for Hiro.

As for the players they had a mixed reaction. Some were happy for him while some were envious of him. Once they had shared the same field but he was already on his way to the top while they hadn't even gotten a contract yet.

So it was only natural for those players to be envious of his success.

Finally, as they got back to their hotel, he could have some time alone. Though the match had left him exhausted, he wasn't feeling sleepy. Rather, he was excited about the rewards.

Since he couldn't open his rewards in public, he had put away the matter earlier.

But right now, when he was all alone, it was the perfect time to explore his rewards. Just from the sheer number of prompts he heard earlier, he could tell that he had received a generous reward.

He revealed a gleeful smile on his face as he said excitedly while rubbing his palm, "I wonder how wholesome the reward will be... Since it's the talent of a world-class player it ought to be

something special."

"System open," he intoned excitedly.

He wasn't required to spell it. But he couldn't help himself from calling out the system out of

excitement.

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