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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 · Esportes
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685 Chs

Quarter Finals

It was a warm Sunday evening, and the city streets were bustling with people.

The lively hum of conversations reverberated through the air, blending with bursts of laughter and the occasional chant.

On the horizon, the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in a palette of warm amber and soft lavender hues. Its fading glow bathed the cityscape in a surreal light, while the towering buildings stretched their elongated shadows across the cobblestone streets.

Among the crowd, a group of rowdy supporters belted out a familiar chant:

"It's coming home, it's coming home…"

Their voices cut through the cacophony, brimming with unyielding spirit. Even among the bustling crowd, they stood out. Their jubilant chant was drawing the attention of the passersby. 

Inside the stadium, the energy was palpable. Rows of seats that had been empty hours before were steadily filling with fans waving flags and wearing painted faces.