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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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Qualifier finals IV

Kim Il-sung was like a huge mountain blocking his path; sturdy and resilient. Despite trying his utmost best, Yutaka was still unable to shake him off.

And because of such repeated failures, not only Yutaka's but the condition of the entire team was getting extremely dire with every passing seconds. They were starting to lose their momentum.

At the same time, opposing players were rapidly falling back at an incredible pace. Filling in the gaps and increasing their pressure.

Yutaka's newfound confidence was taking a major hit and his confidence was getting shaken.

His breathing was getting a bit hurried, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his eyes which were glowing with confidence was starting to show signs of anxiousness, 'Why is he so hard to beat?'

Even his fluid movement had become somewhat sluggish than before. Right now his condition was like a castle made up of cards which could fall with a single gust of wind.