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My system allows me to copy talents

For those of you who wish to see him start in the professional stage could directly jump onto the volume II. Takahashi Hiro after committing suicide gets reincarnated into his younger self. A genius footballer from a young age, he loses all his footballing talent after a horrendous injury. But despite that he perseveres through the odds and overcomes his tragedy. Finally when he could make his dream come true after getting scouted by a professional team, he faces yet another trouble. Having lost his final hope of making alive, he takes his life by committing suicide. But to his surprise, instead of dying he wakes up in his younger body. Having returned back to time, he again dreams of being the greatest footballer. This time with the help of the system which allows him to copy talent of any footballer, will he make it as a pro? Will he be the G.O.A.T? Notes: Characters in this story are fictional, The story might progress slowly, A huge emphasis has been paid to emotion of the characters, The story will not focus solely on football and system and it will focus equally on the lifestyle of the protagonist and the people closer to him.

Bloom07 · Sports
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674 Chs

Arcade Climax

If only people had the ability to read minds, then they'd have been able to figure out the secret behind Hiro's accurate freekicks.

The reason why Hiro could score those freekicks successively in a row was because of his skill Fireball Shot.

His skill Fireball Shot could enhance some of his stats temporarily while taking freekicks and long range shots for three times.

However all along although he had been relying on his skill to score these freekicks, he hadn't been overtly relying solely on the skill as well. Afterall his skill wasn't actually complete.

Infact Hiro could only display a fraction of it's original might because of one particular reason- there were simply no living people standing infront of him who acted as the wall.

To display the full potential of the skill, living people were needed. However right now what stood infront of him, acting as a wall wasn't people but mannequins.