My System Allows Me to Copy Talents



Wei Zen could try all he wanted but he wouldn't care about him. In the end, he'd only be exhausting himself. It would be like talking to a wall.

"You have to be this tough to ignore your father. No wonder, some people say that you won't even shed a tear when your father dies."

Even now, Hiro remained unfazed by his slandering comments.

Then he let out a nasty smile as he said with a hint of amusement, "Or could it be that he's not even your real father?"

Although he was prepared to face his trash talks, it still stung nonetheless. But even so, he maintained his calm.

However, Hiro could tell that it would get much worse if he stuck with him. So, he tried to shake him off.

Hiro tried to shake him off but he wouldn't let him go.

"Probably, your mother must have fu*ked someone else. No..., she must have fu*ked a lot of men in her life. That'd be the only explanation behind you possessing so many talents. I'm sure you must have inherited all those talents."

Despite Hiro's effort to remain calm, he could feel an inexplicable feeling welling up inside him. He could feel his insides churning. He felt as if he'd collapse if he didn't let that feeling

out.

Was it rage? Was it hatred? Or was it the mix of both?

Since he was attempting to remain calm, his conscious mind was dominant at the moment. But he could feel his consciousness slipping away.

His eyes were turning crimson and he could feel his blood boiling.

Any longer and he might actually snap.

Hiro had faced many trash talkers before. But he was on a whole other level.

Hiro was well aware that as long as the referee didn't hear it, one was free to say anything on the field. Even so, this guy was really getting on his nerves now.

Taking in deep breaths, he held onto his consciousness. But the guy wouldn't stop yapping. It wasn't only trash-talking but this guy also played rough.

Just then as Wei got the ball, Hiro who was driven by his rage made a risky tackle on him from behind. There wasn't any need for him to perform such a risky tackle but he couldn't resist the urge to get one back on him.

After all, he had been trash-talking him since the moment he entered the field.

Beep!

The referee sounded his whistle as Wei fell hard to the ground.

It was clear that Hiro had taken him out.

Immediately, players from both sides began to gather around the place of collision.

Enraged the opposing players began to protest. Some even looked like they would pound on him for the tackle.

"Just because you play well doesn't mean you get to do anything you want."

"I've been tolerating you fu*king bit*h. But now you're even starting to get violent because you struggled against him."

If it weren't for Tatsuki and a few other guys protecting Hiro, he might have actually gotten beaten by now. The opposing players looked madly infuriated at him.

Chaos unfolded on the pitch as the players of both sides clashed against each other.

Even the fans couldn't bring themselves to defend Hiro. Although Wei Zen was constantly marking him, they couldn't hear what he said to Hiro.

So, just because he was struggling to shake him off, didn't give Hiro the right to perform such a rough tackle on him.

Nonetheless, they had to defend him. After all, he was their star player. So, despite knowing in their heart that it was Hiro's fault, some still stuck with him.

In the pitch, it was pure madness.

The referee could barely prevent an outbreak from happening. He appeared to be on the edge. Just separating the two sides was mentally and physically challenging for him.

And if it dragged any longer, who knows what would happen?

With that thought in mind, he brought a card out of his pocket. Then he walked to Hiro and shoved a yellow card straight on his face with a warning.

Hiro was muzzled. He couldn't bring himself to think straight. So, he didn't even bother looking at the referee. Neither was he concerned about the glares and the threats of the opposing players.

'Did I do that? Did I just let rage take over me?'

Hiro kept pondering about his actions.

He could tell that he was enraged. But it wasn't to the point that he'd perform such a deadly tackle on another player.

Sure, he irritated him greatly. But that didn't mean that he could perform such a career- ending tackle on him. After all, he had experienced such a scenario previously. So, how could The bring himself to exact the same fate on others?

Even if he loathed that person, he wouldn't be able to do that.

So, he was terrified by the prospect that he could perform such a deadly tackle under the impression of being blinded by rage.

'What if I had ended his career?'

Hiro kept doubting himself. Then he slowly turned to look at Wei who lay on the ground with

a face full of concern.

For a while, he couldn't bring himself to look away from him.

He felt guilty for his condition.

Thus, he got the urge to apologize. He felt like he had to apologize or else, he wouldn't be

able to forgive himself.

Even if it tarnished his reputation, he had to apologize.

However, just as he was about to walk to him to apologize, he noticed a subtle grin that lasted

as soon as it appeared on the faces of other opposing players who were checking on him.

'Was it just an illusion?'

Hiro thought after noticing their grin.

However, it made him think about their earlier collision. Sure, he had tackled him from his

blind spot. But with how aware he was, he should probably have seen him coming.

So, why didn't he move away?

Also, now that he thought about it, there was something even more strange.

If I had tackled him then why didn't I feel much contact?

Unless he jumped on his own accord!

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