My system allows me to copy talents

A velvety layer of pitch-black darkness shrouded the sky. Glittery stars flickered across the vast expanse. The moon, a silver crescent hung relatively high in the sky, radiating a soothing silvery light, bathing the space around it.

Rustle!

A cold breeze rustled, and the leaves of the trees produced a soothing rustling sound.

Staring at the vast expanse, a silhouette could be seen leaning against a railing on a certain balcony. The silvery light of the moonlight bathed him and behind him what looked like to be a luxurious manor was illuminated brightly.

"Here you are. I have been searching for you all over the hall," a feminine voice sounded, breaking the silence in the air. "The people in the hall are looking for you."

From the tone of her voice, she sounded a little annoyed.

"Hahaha...," the man leaning against the railing burst into laughter.

This further fueled the annoyance of the female behind him.

"What's so funny about this, president? How can the president of the federation be absent in such an important event?"

Hearing her, the man turned around. He was an old man, dressed lavishly. With eyes that resembled the night sky, he watched the female before him.

She was a young female, dressed in formal attire. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail with a few strands falling loosely on her face.

With eyes that were glittering like the stars in the night sky, she shot a furious glare at the man before her. However, she didn't hold any hostility towards him.

She was merely dissatisfied with the lackluster attitude of her boss.

Though he could feel the fire burning in her eyes, the old man didn't mind it. Instead, he revealed a gentle smile, "Hahaha..., They're only here to improve their appeal. Before when I suggested Nanami as the head coach, many of them were against it. But now that Nanami is producing results they want to reap the rewards."

"So, rather than watching their act of goodwill, I might as well watch the moon," he criticized while swirling the wine glass he held.

The female before him upon hearing him panicked. Her brows frowned as she looked around her. Fortunately for her, there weren't other people around.

So, she felt relieved. However, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at the president's comment. She was well aware of the president's contempt.

But even so, he shouldn't talk about it openly.

Furrowing her brows, she glared at the old man before heaving a helpless sigh. She thought of scolding him but she was well aware that he wouldn't listen.

So, there wasn't any point in doing so.

Hence, she refrained from scolding him.

"Even if that's the case. Let's talk about it later," she said, attempting to soothe his temper. "For now, let's head downstairs. It wouldn't look good if the president is missing."

"I'm telling you all those greedy bastards care about is money," while following her, he kept mumbling without any pause.

Soon the two entered a luxuriously decorated hall, swarming with elegantly dressed people. Most of them held glasses with all sorts of colorful drinks in their hands.

Many of them were gathered in groups. They were engaging in all sorts of conversations.

However, upon noticing the old president, their attention immediately diverted to him. Before the old president entered the hall, the hall was rather noisy.

However, the noise immediately subsided with his appearance.

"The president is here."

"Congratulations, president."

A bright smile adorned their visage as they began to congratulate the old president. Filled with laughter and congratulatory messages, the hall became much livelier than before.

Smiling, the old president received their congratulations while exchanging words of pleasantries.

Then a man dressed in a black suit stepped forward. In the pocket of his suit, he had clipped a golden rose brooch that was shining brilliantly under the bright light of the hall.

His dark black hair was perfectly styled and he was clean-shaven.

Just from the effort he had put on to get dressed, one could tell that he was someone who liked to dress well.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

"Everybody, please give a moment of your attention. I'd like to speak a few words on this auspicious occasion today," the guy dressed in black with a rose brooch clanked the glass of wine he held to draw the attention of the people.

Upon hearing the clanking noise and the announcement, the people turned to look at him. 'What's he up to now?' The old president, however, couldn't help but furrow his brows. "First up I'd like to congratulate every one of you here. Due to your collective effort, we have managed to alleviate the level of Japanese football. For the first time in our history, we have managed to get past the round of 16. It wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for your combined efforts," speaking words of flattery, he bowed deeply.

The others were touched by his words.

"We don't deserve the credit. But your words mean a lot to us, Vice President, Masaru Inoue."

"Yes, thank you for your compliment, Vice President."

The people began to fawn over him. However, they couldn't shamelessly take the credit. So, they refused the credit, revealing their humble nature.

The people in the hall were all elated to share the credit. However, the old president was fuming, 'First you stand against my opinion and now you are shamelessly sharing the credit. What right do you have to share the credit?'

"Yeah, it's president, Takayuki Hoshino whom we should be grateful towards."

Masaru giggled, "Indeed, we should be thankful to the president the most. If it weren't for his decision to appoint Coach Nanami, we might not have witnessed this change. So, I'd like to once again thank President, Hoshino for his efforts."

A moment ago, he was trying to rake in the credits. However, right now, he was openly expressing his gratitude toward the president.

To be able to change his tone and attitude instantly, this person wasn't any ordinary person.

Though Masaru praised him, Hoshino, however, felt even more contemptuous now.