On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 12

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 012

 

 

Among You All

 

 

Yurio’s mood was better than ever.

He had received praise.

And from the teacher he had begun to admire!

He had even received help from that teacher.

Thanks to that, his breathing had completely changed from before and his stamina had dramatically increased. He still hadn’t reached the average level of other students, but now he had hope.

 

“Are you that happy?”

“Of course. Hey, Karen. Did you run a bit today?”

“I ran 5 more laps than last time. I’d say I ran pretty hard.”

 

Karen’s expression was a mix of pride and envy.

 

“Now you’ll catch up to everyone, Yurio.”

“I have to work hard. I want to try getting first place at least once by the end of class.”

“Come on, Kundel and Rihart are there.”

 

The way they addressed them still felt distant.

Delev and Celia felt somewhat distant even to their fellow first-year students.

 

“Why not? If I work hard, there’s nothing I can’t do! I’m even thinking of trying out for the exchange tournament selection.”

“Really? You said you weren’t going to participate.”

“I think I can do it now, don’t you?”

 

Yurio’s confidence was overflowing.

The fear that had constantly blocked his path was gone.

 

“The teacher said so, didn’t he? That he’d teach us how to overcome fear. Maybe this is it?”

“Your fear is gone?”

“Of course. Now I can do as well as anyone else.”

 

Karen quietly watched Yurio like this and chuckled.

 

“I haven’t seen you for long, but this is the brightest I’ve ever seen you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You were usually so negative. ‘I can’t do it,’ ‘I’m sick’… that’s all you ever said.”

“Me?”

“Yes. A lot. The teacher really changed a person completely.”

 

Ziel Steelheart.

The liberal arts instructor who suddenly took the position.

 

“I wonder what he used to do?”

 

Yurio tilted his head along with Karen’s question.

 

“Right. Have you ever heard of the Steelheart family?”

“No. I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just a family from some countryside like us?”

“…Aren’t you being too self-deprecating?”

“Well. Who knows. Just because it’s that kind of family doesn’t mean great people can’t come from it. Maybe Teacher Ziel is that kind of person?”

 

We can become that kind of people too.

Hope sprouted abundantly in Yurio’s heart.

Then Karen suddenly asked.

 

“Oh, right. Show me that thing.”

“What?”

“The Praise Card. The one the teacher gave you.”

“Ah.”

 

Yurio took out the Praise Card he received today.

 

“Did the teacher draw this smiley face himself?”

“Probably, I guess?”

“It’s cute. The teacher.”

“Huh?”

 

Karen looked closely at the card.

 

“Yurio, what did the teacher say when he gave you this?”

“He said it would protect me from danger.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He told me to throw it if it’s urgent.”

“What kind of card is this… Is it some kind of magical tool?”

“It doesn’t seem like magic was cast on it… What could it be?”

 

Yurio took the card back and looked around, then asked slyly.

 

“Should we experiment?”

“Experiment?”

 

His eyes were full of confidence, perhaps thanks to today’s events.

 

“Yeah. He said to throw it if it’s urgent, right? Let’s try throwing it. There’s no one around.”

“…Would that be okay?”

“What big deal could happen? Let’s just try it.”

 

Karen also felt curious about Yurio’s suggestion.

 

“How about in there?”

 

Karen pointed to a building that wasn’t currently in use.

There was an Access Restricted Sign posted, and they could see text saying it was scheduled for demolition soon.

 

“It’s not going to explode or anything, right?”

“Nah, Teacher probably wouldn’t give us anything that dangerous.”

 

After checking their surroundings, the two snuck into the building.

Inside was quiet with no signs of people.

 

“Let’s use that room.”

 

Karen, who had been looking around inside, pointed to a room.

Yurio took out the card.

 

‘Do I just throw it?’

 

After hesitating for a moment, Yurio aimed at the slightly open door and threw the card.

 

“What the.”

 

Nothing happened.

But just as he thought that.

 

Hissssss…

 

Suddenly smoke began rising from the card and eventually filled the entire room.

Yurio and Karen looked at each other simultaneously.

 

“Hey, hey. What is that?”

“Smoke… isn’t it?”

 

The two spoke in whispers.

They were flustered.

A smoke screen from a card?

 

Hissssss!

 

They couldn’t figure out where on earth the smoke screen was coming from the card.

It didn’t seem to be catching fire, and the smoke screen wasn’t billowing out tremendously either.

Also, as time passed, the smoke screen gradually dispersed.

 

“The card disappeared too?”

“Right? Ah. Then what Teacher told us to throw if it was dangerous…”

“Was it to hide ourselves with smoke screen and run away?”

“That’s right. Wow, how interesting. It doesn’t seem like a magical tool though.”

“Aw, what a waste. If I’d known beforehand, I would’ve saved it for later.”

“Ah, but why am I suddenly sleepy?”

“Today’s classes were incredibly tough. I’m suddenly feeling sleepy too…”

 

The two headed back, having inhaled a bit of the smoke scent but acting as if they’d seen something fun.

And the building became quiet again.

A moment later.

 

“…Can’t… fall asleep… which bastard…”

 

Someone’s hand desperately grabbed the door.

That too was brief.

The hand gripping the doorknob slipped down and the door swung wide open.

The completely opened door.

The interior that had been hidden by the door earlier was now revealed.

 

Snore.

Snorrrrre…

 

Three people sprawled carelessly on the floor could be seen.

There were other things too.

Scattered alcohol bottles.

A bundle of leaf tobacco that looked like it was about to be smoked.

 

“Cough, urgh. Ahem… snore.”

 

The collapsed students who were snoring had Sword School name tags on their chests.

The color was purple, indicating second-year students.

 

 

A month had passed.

Tiron, Professor Elcanto’s Teaching Assistant, sighed at the flood of work today as well and organized documents.

The documents were of all kinds.

Simple documents that needed official seals stamped in place of Professor Elcanto.

Even disciplinary-related documents that came from the Student Affairs Office.

Naturally it was Professor Elcanto’s job, but it wasn’t particularly surprising for teaching assistants to handle such tasks instead.

 

“Why did these second-year bastards have to get caught…”

 

Glancing at the documents, it seemed three second-years had gathered in a building scheduled for demolition to drink and smoke and got caught.

Edelwein Academy Sword School strictly prohibited students from drinking and smoking.

Of course there were guys who drank without anyone knowing, and internally they tended to let it slide even if caught…

But this was caught by security guards on patrol, so it was a somewhat serious matter.

 

“Sigh, stupid idiots. But why were they caught sleeping? Did they pass out from alcohol.”

 

He had heard that those three guys had poor conduct.

But unfortunately, the three who got caught weren’t from particularly prominent noble families.

So they would probably have difficulty avoiding disciplinary action.

Tiron roughly flipped through the documents and looked at the next one.

Next was Ziel’s class report.

 

“Why is this so thick?”

 

Weekly class reports were usually one or two pages.

But Ziel’s report was over ten pages long.

 

“What did he write that’s causing this?”

 

Anyway, all he had to do was stamp the seal at the end as a proxy.

Tiron casually flipped through just the first page to give it a quick look, but his eyes widened in surprise.

 

“Let’s see… huh?”

 

[Week 4 Class Report]

-Students’ stamina improvement is steadily progressing through continuous long distance running and running classes. Details are as follows, with previous records attached.

 

Tiron’s mouth gradually fell open as he examined the records.

 

“Does this even make sense?”

 

Their stamina improved this much in such a short time?

A first-year student named Yurio Harmatan somehow jumped from 20 laps to 60 laps in the second week, then through weeks 3, 4, and 5, achieved an incredible 100 laps in this sixth week.

 

“This student… wasn’t he supposed to be physically weak?”

 

Next was Delev Kundel.

In the first week, he recorded higher scores than any other student along with Celia Rihart, but from the second week onward, the event changed.

Sprint running.

It would be normal to be gasping for breath after just a few laps, but his records were gradually increasing too.

It wasn’t just these three people.

All 40 students who had enrolled in General Education 1 and 2 taught by Ziel were like this.

 

“What kind of teaching method is he using…?”

 

There was something else surprising.

 

[Student Yurio Harmatan appears to have gained much confidence recently. Continued guidance will yield significant results.]

[Student Karen Aswan’s records are gradually improving while correcting her running form. Advised to additionally build lower body muscles.]

[Student Delev Kundel is frequently conscious of student Celia Rihart. The reason is unknown, but it appears Celia teases Delev about this.]

[Student Celia Rihart and student Delev Kundel…]

 

Comments written for each and every student.

 

“Wow…”

 

This couldn’t be done without extraordinary dedication.

While there were occasionally professors like this, most would just lump things together because it was bothersome.

It was a moment when his impression of Ziel changed slightly.

Though the comments were a bit strange.

 

[Student Maris Sopen sometimes glares. However, when student Delev Kundel looks at him, he immediately lowers his head. It is presumed he owes student Delev Kundel a debt or has done something wrong.]

 

“What kind of comment is this…”

 

Still, for the students’ stamina to improve by leaps and bounds like this.

He wouldn’t have written it as a lie.

Tiron examined the other general education class reports.

The remaining three general education classes conducted by Professor Elcanto.

The stamina levels of students taking the other three general education classes were also listed.

They were mediocre.

Though the measurement methods were somewhat different, they couldn’t compare at all to the students taking General Education 1 and 2.

 

“It’ll be worth watching when the results come out later.”

 

Edelwein Academy Sword School naturally emphasized physical aspects.

Given the atmosphere, first-years tended to lean more toward playing around rather than studying hard.

From that perspective, if only the stamina of these 40 students taught by Ziel kept rising…

 

“I wonder what the professor’s expression will be like.”

 

How would Professor Elcanto react if Ziel’s students performed better than the students he taught?

The exchange tournament was also approaching.

It was Sword School’s biggest event.

However, there were selection trials before the exchange tournament.

To select students who would participate in the exchange tournament.

If the exchange tournament was open to the public where everyone watched as students formed teams by grade level to compete—

The selection trials were fierce competition within each grade level of Sword School.

 

“How many days are left…”

 

Looking at the calendar, roughly 2 weeks remained.

Tiron unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth.

It seemed like something interesting would happen soon.

 

 

The exchange tournament selection trials were currently the hottest topic among first-years.

Ten students from each grade level would be selected, totaling 50 students from first to fifth year.

There were 100 first-year students total.

While some students gave up on participating in the selection trials from the start, most at least tried to get their foot in the door.

If they were eliminated it would be disappointing, but there was always a chance they might be selected.

 

“Hey, hey. Did you hear? The Imperial Knight Order is also sending representatives to this exchange tournament. They’re going to do early scouting too?”

“Did the selection trial announcement go up?”

“It went up yesterday. It was posted on the bulletin board. Anyway, knight orders from various families and the Imperial Family are coming to the exchange tournament!”

 

Being selected in the trials and participating in the exchange tournament was equivalent to seizing a huge opportunity.

Knight orders of the great families.

Other knight orders and companies that Sword School students aspired to join.

They could make an early impression there!

Of course, heirs of great families wouldn’t be particularly interested in employment, but for most students, their future was at stake.

 

“Did you hear? Among the third-year seniors, there was a case where someone got confirmed for early admission from the last exchange tournament.”

“Ah, that senior from Exaion House? Their life is set now.”

“I’m jealous. There probably hasn’t been any first-year yet, right?”

 

If a first-year from a minor house had their admission to a great family’s knight order confirmed in advance, that would truly be a family celebration.

The Imperial Knight Order goes without saying.

 

“Good. Starting today, we’re practicing swordsmanship instead of long distance running.”

“Me too. Anyone want to spar later?”

“Me! How about with me?”

“Zeke, you’re not on my level. Come back another time.”

“Hey! We haven’t even fought yet.”

 

That doesn’t mean the children of great families take the exchange tournament lightly.

Just performing well there could get them talked about by knight order officials, which directly leads to their family’s prestige rising.

 

“Hey, Delev. You’re obviously going to participate in the selection, right?”

“Why ask something so obvious, Celia. You’re going too, aren’t you?”

“Of course. My father is coming to the exchange tournament event. Your father is coming too, right?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“Why?”

“He’s been busy worrying about my elder brothers lately.”

 

Delev answered curtly.

His mind was entirely focused on the self-defense arts class that would start soon.

 

‘Today I’ll definitely succeed at a counterattack.’

 

No one, including Delev, had succeeded at a counterattack yet.

He could tell they were gradually improving, but since it wasn’t showing in clear results, his stubbornness was reaching its peak.

 

“There’s about two weeks left now. Don’t you think Teacher Ziel will have us practice for the selection today?”

 

Delev raised his head at Celia’s words.

 

‘Will he?’

 

Clunk.

 

Just then the door opened and Ziel entered.

The moment Ziel appeared, the auditorium instantly fell silent and everyone took their positions in the ‘self-defense arts formation’ as if they had made a promise.

Ziel gazed at this scene quietly before opening his mouth.

 

“I will take attendance.”

 

The same dry, monotone voice as always.

Yet somehow that voice was quite pleasant to hear, as if it were echoing from a cave.

When he finished taking attendance, Celia raised her hand.

 

“Teacher, I have a question.”

“Go ahead, Student Celia Rihart.”

“We have the exchange tournament selection coming up soon. Won’t we do any special preparation for it?”

 

Delev shook his head back and forth.

 

‘She still doesn’t know the teacher.’

 

Rigid and inflexible, with absolutely no compromise.

Though strangely, that made him keep paying attention.

Of course he would tell them to just focus on class.

 

“The selection and class are unrelated.”

 

As expected.

 

‘Does he even know there’s a selection?’

 

“Ah! But still. This selection is really important to us. If we get selected and participate in the exchange tournament, it would be truly incredible.”

 

Ziel dismissed it once again.

 

“Focus on class. What this class teaches is self-defense arts.”

“Ah! Teacher.”

“Are you worried about failing?”

“I’m… confident though?”

“Then what about the other students?”

“I’m not sure but… everyone’s probably worried, right?”

 

Except for Delev, there weren’t many confident students.

 

“Then if their worries decrease, they’ll focus more on this class.”

“Yes! That’s it! So if we could practice a bit in preparation for the selection…”

 

At that moment, Ziel said something surprising.

 

“Ten of you will be selected in the selection.”

 

And he added as if driving in a nail.

 

“Ten from among the students taking this class.”

“What…?”

“Exactly as I said. They’ll be chosen from among the students taking my class.”

 

Ziel briefly looked around at the students and added.

 

“From among you forty students.”

 

Total enrollment: 100 students.

This year’s first-years were crawling with children from prestigious families, not just Delev and Celia.

Naturally, not all of those first-years were taking both of Ziel’s liberal arts classes.

The students gathered here numbered 40.

Students commonly taking Liberal Arts 1 and 2 that Ziel taught.

But they would exclude the remaining 60 students and only select from the 40 taking this class?

 

“I guarantee it. Ten of you will be selected.”

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