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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 · Thể thao
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New Coach

Maybe he might have made some errors. 

How could it be Tominaga? Hiro found it extremely hard to believe. So, he squinted his eyes. He rubbed his eyes but still nothing changed. 

The person running laps on the field remained unchanged. 

It was hard to believe but it was true. 

'People are unpredictable. So, who knows he had some kind of encounter that made him want to try hard? Let's not make a big deal out of it.'

If only he knew that it was him who had triggered him. 

While he continued to observe him from the sidelines, Tominaga closed the distance. 

Since he was going to play alongside him, he thought of greeting him. Though there had been some skirmishes between them previously, he hadn't taken his words to heart. 

And, he wasn't childish enough to hate him either. 

So putting aside their past skirmishes, he tried to greet him, "Good morn...,"

"...."