On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 10

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 010

 

 

The Teacher’s Role (2)

 

 

“What did you say their names were? Karen… Aswan and?”

“Yurio Harmatan.”

“Right. Wow, I’ve seriously never heard of that family name before.”

“Study a bit. It’s still a family that appears in history books. Though they’re ruined now.”

“What’s the point of tracing lineage? They’re ruined now anyway.”

“With their status fallen, where could they possibly live?”

 

Three Sword School second years walking while giggling.

 

“Hey, but the first years this time are seriously amazing, right? Kundel and Rihart and…”

“There’s Sopen too. Can’t we do something about those guys?”

“Try to recruit them. Whether through clubs or academic societies. If we get close to them early, it’ll be convenient later, right?”

 

Last year’s trio couldn’t act like this.

They walked with their heads down, constantly worried about running into seniors, always looking around nervously.

But now new students have entered.

In other words, their world was slowly coming.

 

“It feels like we can live now that first years have come in. Hey, but Delev? We shouldn’t mess with him, right?”

“Touch him if you want to die. What’s the point of making enemies with Kundel?”

“I was just saying. I know too. He has older brothers in third and fifth year, right?”

“If we mess with the real power, we’re all dead.”

 

It was then that the trio, who had been walking triumphantly just because they’d become seniors, were startled.

 

“Oh, what’s this? It’s been a while?”

“S-Senior.”

 

Sword School third year seniors.

The second years’ faces changed to look just like Karen and Yurio’s expressions from before.

 

“Ah, hello!”

“Yeah, you brats. Living it up? Happy that juniors came in?”

“Hehe, well…”

“Laughing?”

“…We’re sorry.”

 

This was the most prominent difference between Sword School and Arcane School.

Absolute obedience to seniors.

However, there were exceptions for those with superior family backgrounds.

 

“Let’s behave well, okay? Don’t lose your minds just because juniors came in.”

“Yes, Senior.”

“You answer well. We’re going. Oh, the exchange competition is coming up, right? See you then?”

 

After the third year seniors left, the second years watched their backs and ground their teeth.

 

“Those bastards…”

“Ha, this is seriously pissing me off.”

“Hey, hey. Bear with it. We’ll be free when we become third years too.”

“I don’t think those bastards will let us off easy.”

“Ah shit, I’m pissed off, let’s just go do that thing.”

“Go there now? There might be some people passing by.”

“Hey. How many bottles do we have left? Do we have anything left to smoke?”

 

The three grumbling second years.

Another person blocked their path.

They thought it might be another senior, but it wasn’t.

 

“So you’re the students who just bullied first year students Karen Aswan and Yurio Harmatan.”

“What?”

 

Some handsome guy was standing there.

So they didn’t like him from the start.

 

“Your faces are distinctive, so they won’t be hard to remember.”

“What bullshit are you talking?”

“One has different sized eyes, one has a crooked nose. The remaining one has thick lips.”

 

Accurately pointed out features.

Ziel had no malice.

Well, maybe a little because of anger.

 

“Who are you?”

“Sword School liberal arts instructor Ziel Steelheart.”

“…Liberal arts instructor?”

“Hey, that’s right. I heard about it. In that Self-Defense Arts class…”

“Ah…”

 

The three nodded simultaneously as if they understood.

And one of them snickered.

 

“Teacher, it’s just a matter between seniors and juniors. A senior was just giving some advice to juniors.”

“For advice, it was accompanied by verbal abuse and violence.”

“Ah, that was… But how did you know?”

“I saw it.”

 

Now another one snickered.

 

“What, are you going to report us to the Student Affairs Office? Don’t you know our school well?”

“No. I have no intention of doing that. Not now.”

“Not now?”

“If you touch my students again, then I’ll request disciplinary action according to the school rules. By the book.”

 

Some strange liberal arts instructor had come.

It seemed like all sorts of weird people were showing up.

 

“And here I thought, what amazing thing are you doing. Teacher, you don’t seem to understand much, but those kids are first years and their families aren’t even worth mentioning. You know that, right?”

“Is that important?”

“Ha, really. Our teacher doesn’t know much about how the world works.”

 

There was no trace of respect to be found in their thoroughly mocking attitude.

 

“Teacher, underclassmen show absolute obedience to upperclassmen. Unless they’re kids like Kundel or Rihart, they’re all the same.”

“Even if they were to lose?”

“Excuse me?”

 

Lose?

Just when they wondered what he was suddenly talking about, Ziel mentioned the exchange tournament.

 

“There’s a grade exchange tournament coming up soon. The grades compete against each other there, right? You’ll find out then.”

“The exchange tournament? Ah. First years have never beaten other grades even once. Are you expecting something?”

“With your level of skill, it seems like they could win easily enough. If they’re my students.”

“Level? What are you saying right now…”

 

The moment one of them flared up and stepped forward.

 

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it, second year.”

 

The moment he met Ziel’s orange eyes, his feet froze and his body stiffened completely.

 

‘What, what is this.’

 

Something that all humans feel.

But something that Specters don’t have.

Namely—

 

“Uh, uhhh…”

 

It was fear.

 

“Hey, hey. Why is this bastard acting like this?”

 

Thud.

 

He ended up collapsing to the ground.

 

“Hey, are you okay.”

“Uh, uhhh…”

“Wh-what did you just do!”

 

And then the second one who made eye contact also gasped and staggered backward.

Shocking terror.

 

‘What, what is this!’

 

The remaining one.

 

“What the… eek.”

 

Just like the first one, he collapsed to the ground.

Ziel gazed quietly at the three’s pathetic state and realized one thing.

 

‘So this is what it means for the ego to manifest.’

 

Ziel still didn’t know, but the emotion called anger was surging up and binding the three.

Killing intent.

From his assassin days.

One of the techniques that earned Ziel the nickname Specter.

A technique that only those who learned the Polar Night Breathing Technique could use.

Those who knew of this technique’s existence were also extremely rare.

There was only one person who had mastered the Polar Night Breathing Technique—Ziel alone.

 

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“Aren’t those Sword School second years?”

“It looks like they were just talking…”

 

The three felt fear and embarrassment simultaneously at the voices coming from around them.

The result of those two combined.

 

“L-let’s go! Quickly!”

“Get up, you idiot!”

 

The three fled from the scene as if running away.

Thanks to the gaze they never wanted to meet again and people’s stares.

Ziel watched the three’s retreating figures and nodded.

 

“My students will win.”

 

And he walked toward the faculty dormitory.

As if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile.

 

“Did, did you see that, Yurio?”

“Uh… that… we saw it right?”

 

Karen and Yurio, who happened to be watching the situation from not far away.

 

“Did the teacher… scold them?”

“It seemed like it… but he didn’t actually touch them, right?”

“Could he be a mage?”

“No way. He didn’t chant any spells and it didn’t look like he used any magical tools either.”

 

For Karen and Yurio, subduing opponents by plunging them into fear without even touching them was unimaginable.

Wait.

 

‘Fear.’

 

That’s what Ziel said.

That he would help them overcome fear.

Could this be part of what he meant?

Somehow, thinking about how the seniors had just fled…

 

“The fear seems to have lessened a bit. Yurio.”

“Huh?”

“I mean the seniors.”

 

Yurio muttered.

 

“It just seems like Teacher Ziel is incredibly amazing…”

 

 

Healthy body and stamina.

The class that no one calls by its original name anymore.

The time had come for that class everyone calls long-distance running.

 

“Did you practice?”

“As if.”

“What are you talking about. Hey, Yurio. I saw you running at night yesterday.”

“That was just a walk, okay?”

“Did you want to get a Praise Card that badly? Or did you deliberately predict it and only run 20 laps?”

“Hey, who would come in last place on purpose?”

 

Before Ziel arrived.

Students chattering away like typical first-years.

 

“But what do you get for collecting five Praise Cards?”

“I don’t know. Someone ask today. I have no idea what kind of reward he gives.”

“Delev got one, right? What did he say? Did you ask him?”

“I don’t know. Are there even any kids here who can properly talk to Delev?”

“Ugh, I’ll do it since you fail if you skip class.”

“A guy like that was running so hard last night?”

“Ah, I said it was a walk!”

 

The first-years seemed to be gradually adapting to the long-distance running class following the Self-Defense Arts class.

From the first-years’ perspective, there wasn’t much choice.

If they didn’t take the liberal arts classes now, they’d have to take them again as second-years.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.

Ziel Steelheart.

The liberal arts instructor who had suddenly been appointed.

Even Delev, who had the best background among the first-years along with Celia, was quietly attending his classes.

There had been rebels like Delev in the first Self-Defense Arts class or Maris in the second class…

Both had become well-behaved.

 

‘I never expected liberal arts classes to be like this.’

 

Karen Aswan was lost in thought with her arms crossed when she saw Yurio and poked him.

 

“Are you okay? You said you practiced yesterday too. Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard? If you keep this up, like last time…”

“Shh. Someone might hear.”

“No, Yurio. It’s good that you’re working hard, but still you’re…”

 

Yurio became dejected.

 

“I know too. That I’m different from others… That’s why I want to work hard. Our family doesn’t have money or much reputation to just blame what we’re born with.”

“Isn’t there another way? Like medicine or something…”

“That’s the thing. The doctors don’t know the cause either.”

“It’s okay. You can do it.”

 

Karen and Yurio had first met and become friends on the day of the new student entrance ceremony.

Perhaps they felt a sense of kinship with each other through the common topic of being from minor families.

Usually birds of a feather flock together.

Yurio in particular earned Karen’s sympathy as his family’s power was weak and he was physically frail due to a congenital illness.

 

“Teacher Ziel said so too. That he would teach us how to overcome fear. Yurio, you’ll be able to overcome your fear too.”

“Really? That would be really nice…”

 

Yurio muttered with an expression that held no particular expectations.

But one thing was definitely impressive.

The scene where Ziel had subdued three second-year seniors without really doing anything to them.

 

‘Could I become like that someday too?’

 

Karen and Yurio.

Before they knew it, admiration for Ziel had begun to take root in both their hearts.

Here, Yurio admired him a little more than Karen did.

Why?

Because it was the first time he had received praise since entering Sword School.

 

Creak.

 

Just then the auditorium door opened and Ziel entered.

Instantly the chattering students fell quiet.

 

“I’ll take attendance.”

 

Taking attendance in his usual calm voice without any inflection.

Karen’s name was called.

 

“Karen Aswan.”

“Yes! Teacher!”

“Yurio Harmatan.”

“Yes!”

“No chatting during attendance.”

“…Yes.”

“Yes…”

 

After finishing the attendance, Ziel pointed to the box containing sandbags again today.

 

“Everyone put them on and line up at the starting line. Make sure to finish all the warm-up exercises.”

 

Unlike the first class when they hesitated, now the students took the sandbags without anyone needing to go first.

After the students finished their warm-up exercises and stood at the starting line, Ziel also stood beside them wearing the same sandbags.

 

“Mana usage is prohibited. And Delev, Celia.”

 

The previous class.

The only student who ran over 200 laps.

 

“As I mentioned in the first class, you two will run at full strength.”

 

He knew it was coming, but hearing it made him gulp down dry saliva.

This feeling of his mouth already going dry!

How many laps could he really run at full strength without mana?

 

“Run two laps at full strength, then one lap slowly. Just repeat that.”

 

At least it was fortunate, if you could call it that, that there was time to run slowly in between.

 

“Start.”

 

Tap tap tap tap.

 

The auditorium was filled with the sound of 40 people, no, 39 students and 1 teacher running.

Two of them were running a bit faster.

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

Around the 20th lap.

Yurio, who had dropped out at the 20th lap in the last class, began to pant heavily.

 

‘Damn, I ran like hell for a whole week.’

 

This was really embarrassing.

Honestly, it was hard to blame his family.

It was true that he barely got in by the skin of his teeth, but he didn’t know his stamina would be this lacking.

So after the first class, he resolved to run like crazy again and again…

 

‘Am I really no good?’

 

His family made a huge fuss about his Sword School admission being a family celebration, but Yurio had no particular expectations.

Once he got in, he found it full of talented people, plus harassment from seniors.

Still, he didn’t want to give up.

If only for his family’s sake.

He was their only child, and they had pulled out everything, down to the family’s foundation, to save this one child.

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

But the gradually rising breathlessness was unavoidable.

 

‘It’s only been 22 laps.’

 

Just when his legs were losing strength and he felt like he might collapse at any moment.

 

Tap.

 

A hand landed on Yurio’s shoulder.

It was Ziel.

 

“Huff, Teacher?”

“Your upper body is leaning too far forward, Student Yurio Harmatan.”

“Yes, yes sir!”

“If it’s hard, run a little slower. Don’t focus on running a lot right now, focus on running for a long time.”

“Yes!”

 

No matter how he heard it, it sounded like simple advice.

 

‘It doesn’t seem like comfort, does it?’

 

Strangely, he seemed to feel energized.

It was amazing that just changing his posture made such a difference.

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

Yurio’s breathing became much more stable as he ran with slightly reduced speed and his upper body upright.

Watching this, Ziel withdrew the mana he had gathered at his fingertips.

 

‘He’ll run for a while longer.’

 

Building confidence in students who fall too far behind is also a teacher’s role.

That’s what it said in the book he read at the library.

And when he touched Yurio’s body, he also discovered one fact.

 

‘The feeling of mana entering was strange.’

 

The flow didn’t feel smooth.

The pulse of mana transmitted through his hand was also irregular.

 

‘He won’t be able to run for long.’

 

As expected, Yurio did run longer, but eventually collapsed from exhaustion at the 30th lap.

Ziel immediately approached and lightly lifted and moved Yurio.

 

“T-Teacher. Huff. Thank you.”

“Drink water. Drink slowly. Wet your throat little by little.”

 

Yurio slowly drank water as Ziel instructed.

 

“Whew, whew.”

“Your stamina is weak, student Yurio Harmatan.”

“N-No! I’ll work harder!”

 

Yurio answered desperately, not wanting his weakness to be discovered.

His congenital illness, that is.

 

“It doesn’t look like lack of practice though.”

“Pardon…?”

“I overheard some chatter. You’ve been practicing constantly, haven’t you?”

 

Ziel placed his hand on Yurio’s shoulder once again.

 

“Your mana flow is strange.”

“…!”

 

How could he tell?

Ziel pondered for a moment, then looked at Yurio.

 

“This wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”

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