My system allows me to copy talents - #233 - 233 Vila Miseria

As much as Takashi loved his wife, he also feared her.

Upon hearing her harsh words, Takashi shrunk his body as he tried to avoid making eye contact with his wife.

Currently Takashi’s state was like that of a dog who was scolded harshly by it’s owner. Just like a dog tugging it’s tails, Takashi tugged his laughter and loud voice.

Although Hiro sympathised with his father’s sorry state, right now he mused silently upon witnessing his father’s sorry state.

Not because he enjoyed seeing his father in such state but because he felt grateful being born in such a good family.

Obviously physically his father was stronger than his mother. So one may question why he would endure such scoldings and naggings.

However the answer is rather simple. The reason why his father acts so docile against his mother is because he loves her.

To other it may seem like torture but to him it has become a kind of love language. To him her nagging has become some kind of weird music which although sounds irritating, he still wants to hear it.

His mother then retreated her gazes and turned towards Hiro.

Probably because of his injuries, she had become even more softer to him in recent days. Always giving him warm smiles, she had been doting him a lot in these recent days.

At this moment too upon facing Hiro, she lifted the corner of her lips as she revealed a gentle warm smile on her face.

Her icy cold eyes was now radiating a feeling of warmth and her once tensed brows were now arched. In a mere second, she had completely changed her facial expression.

“Eat this fruits while watching the match. But make sure to hit the bed right after the end of the match, okay?” She spoke in her gentle tone, smiling at Hiro.

Probably anyone who heard her words and witnessed her smile at this moment would assume that she spoke such words out of concern and would probably fail to detect anything else.

But Hiro who knew his mother like the back of his hand could see beyond that smile and beyond those gentle tone.

As much as it was question out of concern, it was also a warning to him. Meaning if he didn’t sleep right after the end of the match, she’d kick his ass.

Knowing the meaning her words, Hiro silently nodded his head, “Don’t worry mom. I will head to bed right after the end of the match”

After hearing his reply, she smiled at him and once again, she looked at his father.

“Honey make sure to send him to bed right after the end of the match, okay?”

As she spoke such, she looked at him threateningly. It was a clear indication that if she found Hiro awake till late night even he’d share part of Hiro’s beatings.

Not daring to face his wife, Takashi gulped some of his saliva and docilely nodded his head.

Getting her husband’s approval, her mood lightened. She then turned around, preparing to leave the room.

But just as she turned around, Takashi grumbled, “If you’re this worried about him, why don’t you stay and watch him?”

Although his voice was muffled, his mother still heard his father’s grumble.

“Did you say something honey?” Pretending a smile on her face, she asked him politely.

Her eyes burning with rage. If one looked at her right now, one could see two horns growing out her head.

Takashi immediately shook his head as he shuddered, “No.. no.. no.. I didn’t say anything. I just said goodnight honey”

Currently his drunk face was all sober and perspiration could be seen on his forehead. Clearly he was shit scared.

Hearing Takashi’s reply, she smiled at him and turned to leave.

Looking at her leaving figure, Takashi finally heaved a sigh of relief. But the next moment his mother paused her movement right at the foot of the door.

“I’ll only watch such matches once my son plays in it”

Hearing her voice, Takashi’s heart sank as he started to panic, once again.

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Misery Village, Argentina

In the southernmost part of the city of Buenos Aires lied a crampy neighborhood called misery village also famously known as “villa miseria”.

A stark contrast to the tall majestic buildings not far away from it’s location, it’s filled with the thick stench of poverty.

Along with ramshackle, crampy concrete buildings closely built next to each other, many other houses built of sheets of rusty metals, woods and salvaged materials could also be seen in this neighbourhood.

Because of the houses and buildings constructed in such a disorganised manner, the winding path in this neighbourhood were rather narrow and confusing, making it seem like a large maze if looked from above.

Puddles and piles of garbage were like it’s special features which could be seen almost everywhere. Mismanaged electric wires which run down through the entire neighborhood was like it’s blood vessels.

Right now with the sun on the verge of setting down most of it’s houses was starting to light in dim yellow colours.

While most of it’s alleyways in absence of light was starting to look sinister, under the presence of the light of street lamps some walls of the neighborhood which was covered with graffiti was looking extremely exquisite right now.

And with the arrival of the night, more and more houses was being lit with yellow and orange hues.

Even so, despite the descent of the darkness, some streets of the neighborhood was starting to become livelier.

Large number of kids of all age could be seen playing football in roads and open spaces under the yellow light of the street lamps.

As such in one of the cramped alley, some bunch of kids could be seen playing football currently. At each side of the alley, a single stone could be seen erected, probably acting as goalpost at this moment.

The lights coming from the street lamps were rather dim and shadows of buildings, fences, objects and people could be seen all over the rough stoney surface.

To the back of the post where there were no street lamps, it was completely pitch black.

And right now at this alley, at this moment, a black hodded kid whose face was half covered with mask was running along with the ball.

In his side there stood only a keeper while infront of him stood 5 other kids, ganging upon him.

His face half covered with mask only revealed his eyes which was glowing yellow while reflecting the dim light of the street lamps.