On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 126

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 126

 

 

They’re All Crazy (1)

 

 

The early first semester was passing by quickly.

Magic Doll Sparring.

And Magic Power Development.

While these two classes alternated, the students’ levels were steadily growing.

 

“Stop, Student Karen Aswan. Your record improved by 1 minute from last time.”

“I thought I lasted 2 more minutes!”

“Exactly 1 minute and 14 seconds. Well done.”

 

First, they were getting used to sparring with magic dolls.

Adapting to the magic dolls’ linear patterns wasn’t particularly difficult.

The problem was their speed and strength that exceeded Grand Knight level!

Even if they grasped the patterns, the students’ own physical limitations made immediate adaptation difficult.

 

‘Student Celia Rihart is that fast, but she doesn’t know how to deal with strength.’

 

Ziel watched Celia’s sparring intently before giving advice.

 

“Student Celia Rihart, do you know what’s lacking in your swordsmanship?”

“Um… it must be lack of strength, right?”

“No. It’s speed.”

 

Ziel picked up a practice sword himself.

 

“Try to block my attack.”

 

Thwack!

 

Of course, there was no way she could block it.

 

“Ah, that hurts!”

“Because you got hit.”

 

Ziel replied indifferently and continued speaking.

 

“There are various ways to deal with strength, Student Celia Rihart. You lack strength, but your speed is faster than any other student. So think of ways to use that speed to block enemy attacks.”

“Ah.”

 

Celia nodded as if she had realized something.

 

‘I was trying to respond with strength.’

 

Since the magic doll’s speed was at an unbearable level, she had been trying to somehow block with strength.

But that was wrong.

 

“Remember this. Eliminating weaknesses is important, but sometimes maximizing strengths is also important.”

“Yes, Teacher!”

“Pick up your sword again. An attack is coming from above. Use your speed to deflect the sword.”

 

Clang!

 

And this time she deflected it.

Though Ziel had swung slightly slower, she understood immediately and put it into action.

 

“Well done.”

“I do have some talent, don’t I?”

“You have no talent for tailing though. You were following me yesterday too.”

“…How, how did you know? It was perfect!”

“Your perfume is too strong, Student Celia Rihart.”

 

Celia had indeed followed Ziel yesterday.

For reasons unknown.

 

“Next, Student Delev Kundel.”

 

Then, watching Delev’s sparring, Ziel offered different advice.

 

“You’re trying to rely too much on strength. Student Delev Kundel, you need to increase your speed.”

“Should I steal it again?”

“No. From now on, we’ll conduct separate agility training.”

“…What?”

“It’s an extension of the Self-Defense Arts class.”

 

Providing customized training methods.

 

“I don’t know your family’s swordsmanship well, Student Omar Lucon. But what you need now is correction of your swordsmanship.”

“But… the Third Form I learned from Father isn’t like this!”

“If you don’t want to correct it, you’ll keep allowing first strikes.”

“Yes… I’ll fix it.”

 

Even bold corrections to swordsmanship.

If this had been early first semester, most students wouldn’t have listened to Ziel’s words.

Not only were the advice unexpected, but even demanding corrections to their swordsmanship.

But no one dared to argue with Ziel’s words.

Not only had he gained that much authority—

 

‘It really works. I can actually block this?’

 

Because the advice actually worked.

And quite dramatically at that!

 

“It, it works, Teacher!”

 

Omar cheered with joy.

 

“Focus, Student Omar Lucon.”

“Huh? Aaaah!”

 

He was so overjoyed that he couldn’t block the follow-up attack and fell down.

 

“Ugh.”

“Don’t lose your concentration, Student Omar Lucon.”

“Yes…”

“Supplementary lessons. Stay after class. We’ll build up your physical strength.”

“Yes?”

 

With these supplementary lessons added, Ziel was steadily addressing the students’ weaknesses while maximizing their strengths.

Moreover, the physical strength depleted in class was replenished in the class, and injuries were quickly healed.

With this perfect integration, the students’ progress couldn’t help but be rapid.

Because of this, the First Years, especially those who had been taking Ziel’s classes since last semester, couldn’t clearly gauge their own level.

At least not yet.

Events like exchange competitions that allowed comparison with other grades didn’t come around often.

 

“Still, aren’t you less tired when you wake up in the mornings these days?”

“That’s because you quit your part-time job, isn’t it, Karen? You said it was pretty tough?”

“…It would have been less tough if I hadn’t been called by Lord Mortis.”

“Huh? Lord Mortis? Why did he call you?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. Yurio, what do you want to eat today?”

“Our menu is already decided. C Set Meal.”

“When will we ever eat A Set Meal?”

 

On the way back after finishing class.

The beginning of the semester, with nearly a month having passed.

It wasn’t as exciting as the first semester, but Academy life was still quite enjoyable and developmental.

 

“We can’t eat A Set Meal, but there’s still hope.”

 

The special support system.

Thanks to that, they had solved their dormitory fees and tuition.

It was all thanks to Ziel.

 

‘If I work hard to save money and get scholarships… it’ll be fine. No problems until graduation.’

 

Until before, there had been no hope or dreams, and she had even considered dropping out entirely.

Yurio’s financial situation was slightly better than Karen’s, but he had physical problems.

Of course, now that was resolved and his physical strength was improving day by day.

 

“Right. Karen, let’s eat A Set Meal someday. We’ll eat nothing but A Set Meal every day.”

“A Set Meal was 100 cel each, right? I’ll order 5 and eat them all.”

“That’s too much though.”

“Is it? But there’s a rumor that Teacher Ziel eats 10 bowls at the Faculty Dining Hall… How does he manage that?”

 

It was then that the two struggling students were walking along, nurturing their dreams.

 

“Hey, First Years. Stop.”

 

Both their bodies froze in place.

They turned their heads hoping it wasn’t what they thought, but Third Year students were standing there.

 

“Don’t you two even greet your seniors, huh?”

 

Looking at their badges, it was certain.

 

“We’re sorry, Senior. We were talking to each other and didn’t see you.”

 

Karen quickly bowed her head.

Sword School had a strong senior-junior culture.

Of course, there were exceptions.

Kundel.

Rihart.

If you broadened it a bit, even Sopen.

They didn’t mess with families like those.

But families like Aswan or Harmattan were exceptions.

 

“I heard that First Years have been getting cocky lately, and now they don’t even greet seniors?”

 

This seemed like what happened last time too.

 

‘Would it have been the same if Delev or Celia had passed by without greeting?’

 

Karen harbored reasonable suspicions but apologized for now.

 

“We’re sorry, Seniors. We won’t make this mistake again.”

“Hey, lift your head up.”

 

When Karen quickly raised her head, she saw three Third Years making thoroughly intimidating expressions.

They weren’t the same guys from last time.

Those had received disciplinary action and hadn’t been seen around school since.

 

“Professor Merhen said so. That First Years have been acting up lately.”

“You got lucky with some results at the exchange competition and think you’re something special? Huh?”

 

There was something Karen and Yurio didn’t know.

The Third Years had ultimately recorded last place in the exchange competition.

As a result, they were thoroughly beaten down and even humiliated by Merhen!

The exchange competition that all the families had come to watch.

There was no greater disgrace than that.

 

‘These bastards, perfect timing.’

 

The First Years hadn’t done anything wrong.

In fact, the Third Years had just been hit by a natural disaster.

The natural disaster called Ziel.

But people always look for someone to blame.

The people who caught his eye at just the right moment when he was looking for targets were none other than Karen and Yurio.

 

“What are your names?”

“Karen Aswan.”

“Yurio Harmatan.”

“Aswan, Harmatan… Never heard of them?”

 

A sneer rising up.

On one hand, there was also relief mixed in.

Since there wouldn’t be any consequences for messing with them.

 

‘Damn, I’m hungry.’

 

Karen wanted to resolve this situation quickly.

She disliked conflicts.

In the end, taking losses meant money or time going out, and Karen didn’t want to make her already tight life even more difficult.

She had overcome fear as Teacher Ziel said.

She was just avoiding troublesome things.

 

“Hey, follow us. We need to give you some attitude adjustment…”

“I refuse, Senior.”

 

But Yurio was different.

 

“What did you say?”

“Just say it here.”

“This bastard, hah.”

“I’m sorry for not greeting you properly. But is that a reason for us to be dragged away by you seniors? We already apologized.”

 

The weak Yurio was gone.

Ziel’s healing.

The Exchange Tournament.

And even the practical training.

Only Yurio who had grown by overcoming and conquering difficulties existed.

 

‘Has this guy lost his mind.’

 

Karen was a bit flustered.

But the Third Years were very flustered.

 

“Th-this bastard has really lost it. A First Year daring to talk back to Third Years…”

“We apologized. Is there anything else we did wrong?”

“Right now! Right now you’re being so arrogant…”

“How is this arrogant?”

 

Karen realized.

 

‘He’s starting to resemble Teacher Ziel.’

 

And she quietly joined in.

 

“Senior, if you’re just going to keep cursing, we’ll be leaving. Or should we greet you again?”

 

The Third Years’ hands trembling and shaking!

Finally one of them couldn’t hold back and grabbed Karen’s shoulder.

 

“Do you want to die? Huh?”

 

The moment he raised his hand.

 

Smack!

 

Yurio grabbed that hand, then immediately swept his leg to knock him down to the ground.

 

“Ugh!”

 

It was exactly as Ziel had taught him.

 

“This crazy bastard!”

 

Thwack!

 

Another Third Year’s fist finally struck Yurio’s cheek.

However, Yurio didn’t collapse like the senior he had just knocked down.

Instead, he slowly returned his turned head to its original position, then charged forward-

 

Thwack!

 

He tackled and knocked him down.

 

“Gah!”

 

It was instantaneous.

Even though they hadn’t expected a First Year to counterattack, they were defeated too easily.

 

“You, you bastard hit a senior!”

“The seniors were the ones who tried to hit first.”

 

That’s why the remaining one also didn’t expect it.

 

“You’re gonna die!”

 

He didn’t expect his swung fist to miss and get hit in the jaw to fall down.

 

Thwack!

 

“Ugh!”

 

The last one falling down pathetically.

Even Yurio himself was a bit surprised.

 

‘This actually worked.’

 

Honestly, I just closed my eyes and went for it.

Teacher Ziel told me to overcome my fear.

Rather than being dragged to some secluded place and mocked, this was better no matter what happened later.

 

“Y-Yurio….”

 

Yurio sighed and apologized.

 

“Sorry, Karen, I couldn’t help-“

“You really got stronger, didn’t you?”

 

But the reaction was a bit strange.

 

“How did you handle the 3rd Year Seniors like that… Oh.”

 

Just then, the Third Years scrambled to their feet.

They were all in complete shock.

No matter what, three of them being beaten by a single First Year.

 

‘This is embarrassing, damn it!’

 

The Third Years looked around nervously.

Just then, a group of students was walking toward them from the distance.

 

‘If we keep this up, we’ll be completely humiliated.’

 

“Y-you… just wait and see. Yurio, Karen! I’ve memorized your names!”

 

Could there be a less intimidating threat than that?

The Third Years ran away in a hurry.

Karen clicked her tongue as she watched them flee.

 

“Tsk tsk. How embarrassing. Are you okay, Yurio? It looked like you got hit earlier. Let me see.”

“I-I’m fine.”

“What do you mean? You’re bleeding.”

 

Yurio squeezed his eyes shut as Karen reached out her hand.

But Karen soon chuckled and pulled her hand back.

 

“This much will heal if you put some spit on it. Let’s go.”

“Huh?”

“I’m hungry. Let’s go quickly.”

“O-okay.”

 

And so Yurio and Karen left the street.

Not far away.

 

“Has all of Sword School’s First Years completely lost their minds…? How could they beat up seniors like that?”

 

An Arcane School Professor was trembling.

This was unimaginable at Arcane School, which had an even stronger senior-junior culture than Sword School.

 

“They’re all crazy. Completely crazy….”

 

Since the teacher was crazy, the students must be crazy too.

 

‘This won’t work.’

 

Titus, who had been blackmailed after his secret hobby was discovered!

He had been quietly plotting ever since.

But now he realized he needed to scrap those plans.

Both the teacher and students were not ordinary lunatics.

 

“….”

 

After much deliberation, Titus thought of one person he could ask for help.

Remal.

He was the Eldest Son of the Siren Family.

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