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Haruto Aizawa was once a promising medical student, but his dream of becoming a doctor ended in failure. Overcome with despair, his life was tragically cut short in an accident. However, fate had other plans—Haruto wakes up in his younger self’s body, one year before his failure, with an extraordinary ability: he can copy any talent he witnesses.

Determined to rewrite his destiny, Haruto reenters the world of medicine, quickly rising from an underdog to a medical prodigy. But as he faces life-or-death emergencies, fierce rivals, and ethical dilemmas, he realizes that talent alone isn’t enough—true mastery requires more than just copying.  

As he gains international recognition, falls in love, and uncovers secrets about his own powers, Haruto must make a choice: Will he use his ability for personal success, or will he risk everything to become the doctor he always dreamed of?

The journey to medical greatness begins—but so does the danger lurking in the shadows. What price will he pay for his second chance? 

Read  Talent Reborn now and witness a gripping story of redemption, genius, and the pursuit of true greatness!

Talent Reborn - Season 2

Talent Reborn – Season 2

Episode 12: The Pain of Growth

The sharp sting of sweat and blood filled the air as Haruto gasped for breath, his arms trembling from exhaustion. Takeshi Arata stood in front of him, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

"Again," Takeshi ordered.

Haruto groaned but didn't hesitate. His body was sore, but he forced himself to his feet. Pain was temporary. He had to push through.

He launched forward, throwing a jab. Takeshi sidestepped effortlessly, his movements as fluid as water.

Before Haruto could react, a fist slammed into his ribs, sending him sprawling onto the mat.

"That's the problem," Takeshi muttered. "You're still thinking. By the time you make a decision, you're already on the ground."*

Haruto gritted his teeth, forcing himself up once more.

Renji, leaning against the ropes, smirked. "I warned you. Takeshi doesn't go easy on anyone."*

"Shut up, Kujo," Haruto muttered, wiping blood from his lip.

Takeshi's eyes sharpened. "You want to fight real monsters, kid? Then stop relying on borrowed talent. Build something of your own."*

Haruto exhaled. He needed to change.

Over the next week, Haruto trained relentlessly.

Takeshi stripped him of all copied fighting techniques, forcing him to start from the ground up.

At dawn, they worked on footwork. Balance, movement, weight distribution.

At midday, they drilled punches, forcing Haruto to land thousands of repetitions until his knuckles bled.

At night, he sparred against fighters twice his size, forced to react under pressure.

By the fifth day, Haruto collapsed outside the gym, completely drained.

"You're improving," Takeshi said, handing him a bottle of water.

Haruto barely had the energy to drink. "Doesn't feel like it…"

"That's because real skill takes time," Takeshi replied. "Talent can only take you so far. The rest is pure work."*

Haruto clenched his fist. He understood now.

That night, Haruto sat outside the gym, staring up at the sky. His entire body ached, but his mind felt clearer than ever.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind him.

"Still alive?" Renji's voice called out.

Haruto scoffed. "Barely."*

Renji chuckled, sitting beside him. "You're getting stronger. But be careful, Haruto."*

Haruto frowned. "What do you mean?"

Renji's expression darkened. "Word is spreading about you. The organization isn't the only one watching anymore."*

Haruto tensed. "Who else?"

Renji sighed. "Other talent users. Some who might not want you around."*

Haruto's grip tightened. He was being hunted.

And this time, he might not get a second chance.

To Be Continued…