On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 125

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 125

 

 

There Was a Reason for Everything

 

 

The students’ mana levels varied greatly.

While innate talent was important, what mattered more was the breathing technique.

Everyone possessed mana, but the timing of manifesting and using it depended on which breathing technique they had learned.

In other words, the level of breathing techniques possessed by their families determined how early they could manifest and use mana.

Therefore, students from prestigious families like Delev and Celia had superior levels and proficiency in mana usage compared to other students.

On the other hand.

 

“The breathing technique the teacher taught us is difficult…”

“How exactly do you emit it? I’ve never done it before…”

 

Students from poor families like Karen and Yurio were struggling.

 

“It’s because we’re poor, Karen.”

“Stop talking about it, it’s making me too sad.”

 

The effects varied greatly depending on the type of breathing technique.

Of course, for such students, a strict and dignified teaching assistant stepped forward.

 

“I’ll help you. What’s the problem, my students?”

“We can’t emit it.”

“Emission, it’s not difficult. I’ll place my hand on your back for a moment. Close your eyes and concentrate.”

 

A former Grade 1 Crow!

Though disguised as a teaching assistant, his skills were beyond doubt.

He only felt inadequate because Ziel, to whom he had pledged loyalty, was too exceptional

 

“Picture it in your mind. Pour out what’s contained within you.”

“When I imagine that, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, Teaching Assistant.”

“Hmm! Concentrate, Student Yurio. Not that kind of emission.”

 

After several repetitions, Yurio finally succeeded.

 

“Oh, it works! It’s working, Teacher Gilbert!”

“That’s right. It’s not difficult. Next, Student Karen.”

 

Following Yurio, Karen also succeeded.

They simply didn’t know the method.

Once they knew the method, everything after that was a matter of intuition and talent.

Both had considerable talent to begin with, and Yurio in particular quickly moved into cultivation as soon as he learned the method.

Meanwhile.

 

‘Why isn’t it working? I was a leader!’

 

Surprisingly, Quantus was struggling.

Gilbert, who had been watching, approached and asked.

 

“Student Quantus, do you need help?”

“I’m fine, Teaching Assistant! I was a leader!”

“…Leader?”

“Yes! I’m good at everything!”

“I see. Let me know if you need help.”

“Understood!”

 

Gilbert walked away while maintaining his dignity.

Cold sweat was trickling down the back of Quantus, who was left behind again.

Ziel quietly approached from behind such Quantus.

 

“Concentrate, Student Quantus Hopel.”

“T-Teacher Ziel?”

 

Quantus turned around in surprise.

 

“I’m fine!”

“No. You don’t look fine.”

 

Ziel spoke in a whisper and felt puzzled.

Why would he deny it when anyone could see he wasn’t doing well?

Ziel suddenly recalled Quantus’s student record from last semester.

 

‘Strong pride and always wants to be the center of attention.’

 

Ziel’s emotions were not typical.

He still had a strong tendency to accept things as they appeared.

However, Ziel was developing.

His ego, which had been pure white when the brainwashing was first lifted, was gradually taking on its own color.

 

‘In that case-‘

 

Ziel whispered in a voice so quiet that only Quantus could hear.

 

“Everyone knows you’re not okay.”

“T-Teacher. Have I been found out?”

“No. Only Ann Peshwa and I know so far.”

“Ann…”

“She’s been looking only in your direction since earlier.”

 

Quantus made a tearful expression.

However, Ziel reassured Quantus.

 

“But if I help you now, Student Ann Peshwa’s worries will disappear, and you’ll learn the technique.”

 

This was exactly the thought that had occurred to him.

 

“Student Quantus Hopel. I understand that you don’t want to be found out because of your strong pride.”

“…!”

 

Quantus, struck at his core!

 

“But now is not the time to worry about pride. Are you going to hesitate and fall behind the other students?”

“N-No, sir. Please guide me, Teacher!”

“Good. I’ll teach you without the other students knowing.”

 

Ziel had finally begun showing ‘consideration.’

Of course, the process of Quantus learning the technique was quite painful.

For Ziel, that is.

 

‘Is this the only way after all?’

 

If you can’t understand it with your head, you learn it with your body.

 

“Student Quantus Hopel, there will be repeated pain. Endure it.”

“I’m not afraid of pain at all!”

 

The students clicked their tongues as they watched Quantus.

 

‘How much could he not understand….’

‘Only Teacher Ziel is suffering.’

 

“Grrrgh!”

 

Quantus rolled up his shirt all the way to his mouth, biting it like a gag as he endured the pain with all his strength.

Having mana forcibly ‘released’ from him!

It was his first time experiencing such a thing, and such pain.

He didn’t even know if this was possible in the first place.

It was a method only Ziel could use, knowing every corner of the human body and having learned special techniques from the assassination group!

And so Quantus’s mana was repeatedly filled and released.

Then—

 

“I understand now, Teacher!”

 

Quantus finally cheered in triumph.

 

“Try it.”

 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Quantus executed the breathing technique Ziel had taught him and finally succeeded in mana release.

By himself!

 

“It worked.”

“You draw the mana like this and then bang! I understand!”

 

The other students watching were dumbfounded.

Did he know a different method?

Meanwhile, Ziel nodded.

 

“Even if the process is a little different, it doesn’t matter if you understand the method. Well done, Student Quantus Hopel.”

“Hahaha! I do have some brains!”

“Hmm. I can’t agree with that.”

 

The surprising thing was something else entirely.

Quantus’s cultivation and mana release process, learned through such a crude method….

 

“Is he already finished?”

 

Far exceeded the average time consumption of the other students.

It wasn’t much different from Delev and Celia, who had smoothly performed cultivation and emission from the start.

 

“Uhaha, this is already the third time!”

“Fast. Good. Keep maintaining that sensation.”

 

His speed seemed to increase even more after receiving praise.

Of course.

 

“What method did the teacher use?”

“To make even that kid understand… and he’s even faster than us.”

“Ann, Quantus wasn’t originally that smart, was he?”

 

No one thought Quantus had done well on his own.

 

“Yeah. Right. Teacher Ziel is just incredible.”

 

A true teacher who could make even someone like Quantus understand and finally lead him on the path of improvement!

It was admirable.

Gilbert shared exactly the same sentiment.

 

‘That is the true path of a teacher…!’

 

If he had been Ziel, he probably wouldn’t have been able to contain his anger.

Why can’t you understand when I’m going this far to help you!

That’s how much Quantus couldn’t understand no matter how much was explained to him verbally.

He felt ashamed.

He had thought it was just a cover identity.

 

‘For the sake of The Organization, you’re sincere even in your cover identity, Boss!’

 

His chest somehow felt stirred.

Gilbert approached one of the students who was closest to him.

 

“Student Ellie? What’s troubling you?”

“Oh, no. I’m fine….”

“From what I can see, you seem a little slower than before?”

“Actually, I got faster….”

“No. Try it like this. Your breathing again. Come on.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

 

Ziel had unknowingly made a great impression on Gilbert.

 

“Steady your breathing, Ellie!”

“I, I am doing it!”

 

Ziel nodded at her enthusiastic attitude.

 

‘She’s working hard.’

 

And the students felt one unexpected effect from this class.

 

“Hey, but Delev.”

 

Delev’s friend.

Kus whispered quietly from beside him.

 

“Something’s strange.”

“Why?”

“Why aren’t we getting tired at all? I did train hard during the break but…”

 

Now that he mentioned it, that was true.

Mana cultivation itself was still physically demanding work for the students.

So they had proposed replenishing mana as an alternative, but…

 

‘Really?’

 

Still, not getting tired like this was a bit strange.

What was even stranger was something else entirely.

 

“…I definitely had dark blue bruises earlier.”

 

Magic Doll Sparring.

During that process, all the students had gotten bruises – at least three or four, and some had over a dozen.

But those bruises had noticeably faded.

 

‘Could it be that what Teacher Ziel said we could do… was this?’

 

Ziel had said so.

Magic Doll Sparring.

You can do it, he had told them.

Honestly, after the first class ended, they couldn’t believe it.

Even if it was only once a week, repeating this seemed like it would be too much.

 

‘There was a reason for everything.’

 

As expected of Teacher Ziel!

Delev, who worshipped Ziel no less than Gilbert, trembled with excitement.

 

‘But why are we healing?’

 

He didn’t really know the reason.

But he knew one thing.

 

“The teacher has it all planned out.”

“Huh?”

 

And Ziel didn’t know either.

 

‘It quickly restores stamina while also healing wounds.’

 

He hadn’t known the heart’s mana contained such functions.

Mana recovery and wound recovery happening simultaneously made sense, but even so, the speed was quite fast.

 

‘In three days, even broken bones would heal completely and then some.’

 

Ziel was thinking terrifying thoughts.

 

 

The first week of classes for the First Years, proceeding intensively without orientation.

 

‘Let’s see, are the classes going well… Ugh, ugh. What is that.’

 

Berhal had peeked through the window at the ongoing class, then quickly turned his head away.

They say you can see a lot when you observe from a distance.

 

‘The expressions are quite varied?’

 

Students writhing in pain.

Students with their eyes closed very comfortably.

And even students asking questions enthusiastically.

 

‘I saw in the report that it’s a class for developing mana… That must be cultivation, right?’

 

The core of the syllabus was to repeat cultivation and mana release, then replenish mana to increase the total amount of mana.

 

‘I’m curious how the effects will show.’

 

There’s practical training before the festival.

Starting with last semester’s trial participation, the First Years’ participation in practical training was confirmed for the second semester as well.

This practical training will go to a Knight Order.

Though it hasn’t been arranged yet.

 

‘If I ask Teacher Ziel, even the Imperial Knights would be possible… No wait, I’m a former Imperial Knight Commander?’

 

The Imperial Knights would indeed be good.

Teacher Ziel, who likely has the Imperial Family as backing.

What kind of reaction would he show?

 

‘Will they be surprised? Or will they pretend not to know?’

 

Berhal smiled.

On one hand, he was curious about how the Imperial Knight Order would evaluate the level of these first years.

Clearly a different level from the first years up until now.

Second place in the exchange tournament and the highest practical exam scores!

What more needed to be said.

And then there was the existence of Delev and Celia, who were said to have legendary talent.

 

‘Of course, it’s all thanks to Teacher Ziel.’

 

Speaking of which, the textbook that Teacher Ziel had created was currently under Berhal’s thorough review.

Once the review was completed and it passed through the Dean, it would be officially adopted as course material.

Moreover, regardless of this semester’s results, his contract renewal was already confirmed.

And though he hadn’t told Ziel for certain yet…

 

‘If I promote him to official faculty and put him on the professor track… Sword School will have secured an incredible talent!’

 

His mere existence would make Arcane School tremble and even secure Imperial protection as a bonus!

 

‘How much of an incentive should I give him this time?’

 

As plans for Ziel were steadily being established, Berhal moved to the next lecture hall.

This time it was a second-year class conducted by Professor Elcanto.

 

‘The course name was… , wasn’t it?’

 

The spacious Second-Year Exclusive Auditorium.

Opening the second floor door and entering, Berhal couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

 

“Come on, keep attacking!”

“P-Professor. You’re bleeding?”

“It doesn’t matter! This little bit of blood is nothing!”

“Professor, you’ll really get hurt at this rate!”

“Do you think I can’t handle 50 of you!”

 

It was a scene he’d seen many times before.

First semester.

Ziel’s Self-Defense Arts class.

 

“You’ve been doing this for over an hour now, are you really okay?”

“I’m fine, ugh!”

 

Professor Elcanto finally took a hit and staggered.

Surrounded by a total of 50 students, Elcanto finally allowed several attacks to get through.

 

“Tsk tsk.”

 

Berhal clicked his tongue.

Elcanto was at Grand Knight level.

Whatever he’d done during the break, he’d even lost weight.

But even if the opponents were second years, facing 50 people for over an hour wasn’t easy.

 

‘This would only be possible for Teacher Ziel.’

 

It seemed he’d learned something during last semester, as he felt like he was pushing himself a bit too hard this semester.

Still, well.

 

“Not bad.”

 

Trying to change was an admirable thing.

 

“Ugh! Ugh!”

“P-Professor! You got hit in the head!”

“It’s fine! I’ve already lost most of it!”

“Ah…”

 

The second years were promising too.

But the third and fourth years were not.

 

“Professor, do we just spar like this? I think my stance is a bit strange.”

“There’s a Teaching Assistant, isn’t there. What did I hire a Teaching Assistant for. Teaching Assistant, go take a look.”

 

Professor Merhen, in charge of third years, who made the Teaching Assistant do the work instead of looking himself.

 

“Are you saying I’m wrong right now?”

“N-no, it’s just that the foundation of swordsmanship then and now is a bit different, so I was requesting an explanation about that…”

“Ha, look at this guy. Now that you’re a fourth year, your head’s gotten bigger so you’re starting to talk back, is that it?”

 

Professor Idel, true to his temperament, glaring even at a student’s reasonable question.

 

‘Those two have no intention of changing.’

 

A blueprint for Sword School was being drawn in Berhal’s mind.

The future of a new Sword School where those deserving good treatment would stay, and those who weren’t would be sent away.

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