On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 155

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 155

Festa Idea (5)

Mortis, Emerick.

While the two of them took charge of the overall design, Sword School began preparing for the event in earnest.

“The materials have arrived for now… How’s the stage setup going?”

“The workers will be coming in soon. We have plenty of time.”

“Then let’s go with that. What about the students?”

“They’ll be at the individual booths, I suppose.”

And so, Arcane School left everything to external companies outside the Academy while students only managed small booths.

“What should we do!”

“It would be good if you helped carry materials. But be careful with your backs.”

“Yes!”

From First Years to 5th Year Students.

Students participating in the festival had gathered in one place to help with the work.

A sense of solidarity had formed.

The goal of defeating Arcane School.

And the anticipation that an incredible person was helping with Sword School’s festa!

“Did you hear? I don’t know who it is, but apparently an incredibly famous person came as an advisor to our Faculty.”

“Really? Who is it?”

“I don’t know either. That’s just the rumor.”

“So will we beat Arcane School this time?”

“They use magic, so it won’t be easy. But it’s still exciting, right?”

That identity would have caused an uproar if they had known!

They didn’t know yet.

Gilbert’s suggestion to wear a hat was having an unexpected effect.

Of course, some people had vague suspicions, wondering if perhaps, but that was as far as it went.

Who could imagine it?

That someone like Lord Mortis would join an Academy festa as an advisor.

And at Sword School no less!

On top of this, Berhal had kept the other Professors quiet, so the rumor hadn’t spread yet.

Meanwhile.

“Teacher, how is it?”

Ziel was examining the idea compilation documents from the first years that Yurio had handed him.

“Quite diverse.”

“Everyone worked really hard thinking them up.”

The participation rate was remarkable.

Nearly all the first years had participated.

There were even students who had collaborated on ideas together.

“Is it because of the scholarship?”

“Well, for me at least… that’s part of it.”

“I see. What about the other students?”

“Some kids are just doing it because everyone else is… Oh, but Delev was really enthusiastic about it. I heard he hasn’t even been eating lately, just thinking up ideas.”

“He’ll lose muscle mass.”

“Pardon?”

“If you don’t eat, you lose muscle. Tell student Delev Kundel to make sure he eats properly.”

“Ah… yes, yes sir.”

Rustle, rustle.

Ziel’s hands quickly flipped through the documents.

Even if he were just skimming, it didn’t seem like he could go any faster than that.

“There are a few decent ideas here.”

“Really?”

Naturally, it would be difficult to discuss all several hundred ideas at the faculty meeting.

Ziel selected 3 that he liked from among them, then told Yurio as well.

“Choose a few from the remaining ideas, excluding your own.”

“Ah, yes sir.”

A total of 6 ideas were selected that way.

‘Mine is included too!’

Among the ideas Ziel had chosen, Yurio’s idea was also included.

“One hour left until the meeting. Sit and wait. I need to provide some feedback.”

“Feedback?”

“Feedback on the ideas that weren’t selected.”

“Huh?”

Yurio asked back in surprise.

“All of them?”

“Of course I’ll do them all.”

“But there are so many…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Ziel was serious about feedback, as always.

‘He’s going to write down the reasons for rejection for each and every one.’

Usually people think about selecting good ideas, but it’s hard for that thought to lead to the determination to write reasons for rejected ideas.

However, more than his thoughtfulness, Yurio’s attention was drawn to Ziel’s insanely fast hands.

‘What… is he writing at lightning speed?’

“Um, Teacher. May I take a look?”

“You may.”

At Ziel’s words, Yurio picked up one of the rejected idea documents.

It was Celia’s idea.

‘It was a masquerade ball, wasn’t it?’

It was an event to hold a masquerade ball where everyone would find their partners.

There was also a reckless plan to build a building just for the ball.

There was also a bold fantasy.

-All professors including Teacher Ziel will also participate!

‘That’s way too obvious…’

Yurio was surprised when he saw Ziel’s comment written below.

Despite writing so quickly, the handwriting was very neat, and there was even a lot of it.

└Not a good idea. Does not match the nature of an event that considers the entire Sword School. Also, this is an idea focused on Student Celia Rihart’s personal preferences rather than a Sword School event.

└Student Delev Kundel is expected not to participate in such an event.

‘She wasn’t targeting the teacher, but Delev…?’

Yurio picked up another one.

-A battle of strength against strength! We should hold a magic doll throwing contest! Of course, since magic dolls are expensive, it would be good to have someone to catch them too!

Without even looking, it was obviously Quantus’s idea.

└Inefficient event. Rock throwing would be more suitable than magic dolls.

As expected, Teacher Ziel was cold and rational.

‘There’s one from Maris too?’

The following idea was very much like Maris.

More precisely, it was an idea that only the Sopen Family could come up with.

-Luxury goods auction! We’ll auction off students’ personal collections and invest the profits in promising ventures to generate additional income! It’s a win-win event where we sell collections for money and earn extra profits too!

Once again, Ziel was cold and rational.

└No need to make money at the festa. Must also consider students who don’t have collections.

‘Right. I don’t have any collections.’

If anything, maybe the sword that Father temporarily left with Teacher Ziel?

Though I still wasn’t qualified enough to retrieve it.

While Yurio was frantically looking through the comments, Ziel finished writing comments on the remaining ideas.

“All done.”

“Already?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“Uh… you write so fast but your handwriting is really pretty… how do you do that?”

During his assassin days.

He had received training to freely change his handwriting style.

He had simply chosen the most neat handwriting style among them.

Of course, his fast hands were thanks to Ziel’s naturally quick movements.

After all, he was a legendary assassin.

“It’s time for the meeting now. Let’s go in.”

“Yes, Teacher!”

A pounding heart!

‘If it gets selected, scholarship money…’

Though not as much as Karen, Yurio also had no living expenses.

While other students lived comfortably receiving generous allowances from their families, Yurio was always stuck with the Student Cafeteria C Set Meal.

He received a small allowance so his situation was better than Karen’s, but it was nowhere near enough to live without worrying.

‘If I get the scholarship, I could eat the B Set once a week, right?’

The B Set apparently came with lots of meat.

He was excited at the thought of eating it together with Karen.

“Um, Teacher. But how many student ideas will be selected?”

“Three.”

“From the entire school?”

“Yes.”

But the chances were low.

If you combined all the ideas from other grades, there would be at least a dozen or so.

‘Since they’re choosing in a meeting, does that mean they vote?’

Still, fortunately his idea was included among those Teacher Ziel had chosen, so he could have some hope.

A little while later.

Yurio attended a Faculty Meeting for the first time in his life, following Ziel.

Including the Grade Representatives who had come with their respective Supervising Professors, over ten people were gathered.

And Lord Mortis, whom he had only heard about, was there too.

‘Ah, what Karen mentioned…’

Karen had secretly whispered to Yurio alone.

That she was working as Lord Mortis’s assistant.

“Now then. Let’s take time to review the ideas submitted by each grade. For fairness, please note that you cannot vote for ideas submitted by students from your own assigned grade. Also, all ideas will be presented anonymously.”

Following Berhal’s words, the professors examined the Idea List.

‘They’re incredibly serious.’

A breathtaking review session!

Only Ziel wasn’t looking at the documents.

Because he had already reviewed everything and finished voting.

‘He’s always so fast.’

But Ziel couldn’t vote for the First Years’ idea.

He had no choice but to hope for the other professors.

“The voting is finished. Now let me tally the results. The top 3…”

Yurio’s heart was pounding.

“First, Third Year student Aken Kundel’s idea received the most votes. ‘Breakthrough Running’ is good. How quickly can you break through a path blocked by obstacles to reach the destination. Hmm.”

The corners of Merhen’s mouth turned up.

The Third Year student he was in charge of had taken first place.

‘Finally saved face after a long time, phew.’

His mood had been terrible since his students came in last place in the previous practical training.

As expected, only Kundel could be trusted!

The second place announcement followed.

“Oh. This time it’s a Fourth Year. It’s Kenton Mendel’s student… Hmm. The idea looks good even on second look. ‘Making Your Personal Sword’… This seems feasible.”

Finally, it was third place.

Just when Yurio’s heart felt like it would burst at any moment.

“Oh. The last one is a First Year. Let’s see… ‘Sword Dance Performance’.”

He almost burst into cheers.

Yurio unconsciously covered his mouth.

It was his idea.

“You’re right here. Student Yurio, this is the idea you submitted, correct?”

“Yes! It’s, it’s the idea I submitted, Department Head!”

“Very good. Performing through Sword Dance, that’s a unique concept, isn’t it?”

The previous Imperial Knights practical training visit.

The ‘Mirroring Training’ they did there.

Yurio had gotten inspiration from that training.

The moment when they followed movements as a group was particularly memorable, and what if they tried performing choreographed movements in the form of ‘Sword Dance’?

It seemed like it would make for good entertainment.

“Will there be enough time? There’s less than 4 weeks left now.”

“I’ll make it work somehow!”

“I look forward to good results. Two performances per day… We’ll need to think about stage arrangement and overall composition.”

Ziel, who had been listening to those words, immediately proposed a solution on the spot.

“We can do it in the central area of the entire zone.”

“Is there a particular reason?”

“I considered the effect created when spectators who watched the performance scatter to the surrounding areas.”

It’s a good opinion.

But there’s a prerequisite for that.

“For that to work, we’d need to gather many spectators, but wouldn’t it be difficult to draw attention with a composition of about 10 people?”

Ziel answered Berhal’s question without hesitation.

“All first years will participate.”

Rather, it was Yurio, who had suggested the idea, who was surprised.

“A-all of them? So that means…”

“100 people.”

“…!”

100 people!

A Sword Dance performance with all Sword School first years participating!

“Would that many be possible…?”

“It’s possible.”

Suddenly, Yurio was overwhelmed by an ominous sensation.

“Then could we ask Teacher Ziel to take charge of the first years’ event?”

“I’ll do that. Since I didn’t plan any events, I’ll take full responsibility for organizing the first years’ event instead.”

“Mm. Please do.”

As it happens, Ziel is the only one among the professors who hasn’t suggested an event idea.

Strictly speaking, just bringing Mortis and recruiting Emeric was already more than enough work.

“Student Yurio Harmatan. I’ll set aside time separately once the meeting ends and you return.”

“Y-yes. I understand.”

Gulp.

Yurio unconsciously swallowed his dry saliva.

It reminded him of when Teacher Ziel would present impossible goals every time he started class.

‘Each time, they probably trained like their lives depended on it.’

The Exchange Tournament preliminaries.

The Exchange Tournament.

Last semester’s practical training.

And this semester’s practical training too.

Every time, he set impossible goals and made them train like hell.

They did manage to achieve them.

Though it was a series of training that seemed impossible to repeat.

So this time too…

‘We’re dead until the day of the Festa.’

They would probably train like madmen.

“Student Yurio Harmatan, do you have any Sword Dance movements in mind?”

“Not yet. I was thinking we could all discuss and create something together.”

“Is that so?”

Ziel pondered for a moment and recalled what had happened a few days ago.

When he had shown the Sword Dance to Mortis.

Mortis had been continuously moved and meticulously sketched every one of Ziel’s movements.

“Then I’ll call Lord Mortis as well.”

Yurio felt dizzy.

The Sword School First Years faced a new crisis.

One was a Teacher who needed no words.

The other was an artist with insane standards.

To create a Sword Dance that would satisfy both of them…

‘Wouldn’t it be better to just do two more practical trainings?’

It seemed like their sleeping days were over.

Meanwhile.

‘A Sword Dance performance?’

‘If they call even Lord Mortis and do something… won’t the First Years steal the show again?’

The sense of crisis felt by the other Professors!

But it was definitely not the competitive spirit born from viewing Ziel unfavorably like before.

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