On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 157

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 157

An Absurd Imagination

The first week since entering full-scale preparations.

While the entire Sword School was devoted to festa preparations, the First Years also gathered in the auditorium every evening at 7 o’clock.

“Here we go again today.”

“But I’ve been sleeping well lately. When I go wash up and lie down, I practically pass out.”

“I really can’t get a feel for how this will turn out. Let’s practice our movements.”

Though they were just entering the second week, the students’ motivation was quite overflowing.

Because they had seen Ziel’s Sword Dance.

That is, it was the second day they gathered in the auditorium.

On the first day, all four hours were spent just getting the sword drawing synchronized.

The very next day.

Ziel captivated and simultaneously shocked the students by demonstrating a perfect Sword Dance in just one day.

‘Everyone pay attention. From now on, you will follow this Sword Dance. You’ll be given slightly different roles in the middle, but the foundation centers on this Sword Dance.’

He said it was Sword Dance movements created through a full day of discussion with Lord Mortis, and the moment the students first saw it, they realized.

When completed and performed simultaneously by 100 people, no, 101 people, it would become an incredible performance.

“But how do you really come up with something like that? Making flowers with swords and making them bloom…”

“I wouldn’t have been surprised if that was all. But it also expresses waves and the sun, storms and wind.”

The audience watching from a distance would encounter ‘nature’ expressed through swords via that Sword Dance.

It was Mortis’s idea.

Of course, expressing it and demonstrating it was Ziel’s job.

“Will we even be able to do it…”

Recalling the Sword Dance again, they seemed to lack some confidence.

“If it really doesn’t work, the Teaching Assistant said to just watch his back and follow along.”

“Right. It’s easy when you can see.”

“You guys are in the front row. We can’t see…”

But then came Delev’s comment.

“Even when we always think like that among ourselves, Teacher Ziel has made everything work out, hasn’t he?”

Delev showed not the slightest doubt.

“Teacher never asks us to do things that are impossible anyway.”

“That’s… true.”

It was always like that.

Things that seemed impossible somehow worked out in the end.

Just as Ziel predicted.

This time Ziel had said the same thing.

‘We’ll have it perfectly completed by the day before the festa.’

Delev firmly believed in that prediction.

“Teacher’s here.”

Just then, Ziel entered the auditorium.

But this time, Gilbert wasn’t the only one following him.

Mortis, who hadn’t been seen for several days.

And Mortis’s disciples were pushing something in.

“What… what did they bring?”

“They’re treating it like some art pieces…”

It was something on wheels, and when they removed the cloth cover after arriving, a hanger appeared.

It was…

“Everyone, pay attention for a moment. These are the clothing you’ll wear for the performance. Lord Mortis personally designed them and the disciples here personally crafted them.”

They were performance costumes designed by Mortis.

The students’ jaws dropped.

“L-Lord Mortis designed them?”

“Our performance costumes?”

Mortis stepped forward and nodded as if it were obvious.

“A magnificent performance needs clothing to match. Surely you weren’t planning to perform in those clothes, were you?”

Of course they weren’t.

No, wait.

They simply hadn’t thought about it at all.

I’m too busy just trying to keep up with the Movement Following.

“I created these for this festa, and for Teacher Ziel and all of you. I want everything that bears my name to be perfect.”

Pride!

Mortis never lends his name carelessly.

Even when participating as a guest at events, he meticulously examines the scale, quality, and design before making his decision.

He even participates in Imperial Palace-hosted events only on the condition that he directly participates in the design himself.

“Are we really allowed to wear those?”

“Amazing… They say there’s at least a 1-year waiting list just to buy even the least popular item from Sir Mortis Collection.”

“Are we really going to wear Sir Mortis Collection…?”

Mortis provided intense emotion.

“By the way, your Performance Costumes were created to also serve as Formal Wear. Incidentally, they’re all different designs, and one of them will be included in my next collection.”

A design even scheduled to be included in the next collection!

“I plan to include the design of the student who shows the most magnificent performance in the collection, so please do your best, everyone. Art, after all, has its value determined by those who appreciate that art.”

Waves of emotion and inspiration!

Anticipation and confidence began to rise.

‘It’s definitely going to be me.’

‘The one I’m wearing! Absolutely!’

Delev and Celia were particularly fired up with determination.

“And that student will stand on the Runway on the collection reveal day. If Teacher Ziel is the Main Model, then that student will become the Sub Model.”

“…!”

It was an incredible incentive.

The students’ determination began to burn fiercely.

Especially those students who had experienced visiting Mortis Boutique holding their Father or Mother’s hand in childhood!

“It’s getting heated, Boss.”

“I can see their determination. That’s a good thing.”

Providing motivation is always important work.

“Isn’t this all thanks to Boss? This happened because Boss recruited Lord Mortis for us.”

“That’s right. It’s thanks to me.”

Ziel’s way of speaking that had now become familiar.

However, there were also words that followed.

“But showing determination is something you must do yourself. It’s also thanks to the students doing well.”

“As expected, Boss… I respect you. You’re always so humble.”

“I’m not humble.”

“Come on, saying that itself is being humble.”

Ziel thought.

‘Words are really difficult.’

They say there are many ways of speaking in the world.

Southern People like to speak indirectly, while Northern People are somewhat direct.

Western People are good at being sarcastic, and Eastern People try to hide their true feelings as much as possible.

Of course, not everyone in each region is like that.

“Now then, let’s change into these clothes to commemorate today. The sizes should fit everyone perfectly. My eye is accurate, you see.”

Mortis was right.

The students who came out after changing clothes in the changing room felt amazed.

The clothes fit perfectly even though their measurements had never been taken.

They even looked like formal wear made from who knows what material, yet were extremely comfortable to move in.

“This is insane, really…”

“This is Lord Mortis’s class…”

The joyful mood was only brief.

“The performance costumes are for wearing on the day of the performance. For now, change back into your original training uniforms.”

Unfortunately, it seemed they would have to part ways for a while after this brief encounter.

“I’ve decided. I’m going to make this a family heirloom.”

“Me too. Absolutely. I’ll pass it down to my children when I have them.”

There were even students who had already decided to make them family heirlooms.

The students who came out after changing back into their training uniforms finally began training.

The excited mood was only temporary.

After about an hour had passed.

“I’ll finish the 14th choreography with this. Everyone has learned it sufficiently.”

“I, I survived….”

Hazy eyes.

A dazed expression.

Anticipation is anticipation, but difficult is difficult.

But that very thing that appears one by one every time the choreography practice for each movement ends!

“The person who performed the 14th choreography best is Student Celia Rihart.”

“Uwah!”

“A praise card. Take it.”

Celia excitedly received the praise card.

The other students watching her with envious gazes!

But the person who envied her most wasn’t a student, but the teaching assistant.

‘I want, I want to receive one too….’

That very thought he’d been having from before!

After much deliberation, Gilbert cautiously approached Ziel and asked.

“Um… Boss. I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it.”

“Can’t I… receive a praise card?”

Ziel tilted his head.

“A praise card?”

“I want to receive one from you too, Boss.”

“I only give them to students.”

“Ah….”

That meant he couldn’t receive one.

Gilbert was nodding in disappointment and about to turn away when.

“I’ll give you this instead. You did well with this choreography too, Gilbert.”

“…Th, this.”

“That’s right. It’s your favorite dagger.”

“….”

Gilbert weakly received the dagger.

“The choreography must have been difficult.”

“Ha, haha. I think that was the case.”

“But you can’t get tired. The students are watching.”

“Of course….”

Gilbert became dejected.

‘Just how many of these daggers are there.’

Daggers crammed into the corner of the Faculty Dormitory room.

There was nowhere to use them.

‘Next time if he does well, I should give him two more instead of just one.’

Meanwhile, Ziel was nodding his head with satisfaction.

“What did Teacher give him?”

“Looks like a dagger… Are Dagger Techniques included in our movements too?”

While the students were puzzled, Gilbert returned dejectedly.

‘I should try asking for it again later.’

But he hadn’t given up yet.

“Next is the 15th choreography. We’ll start right away.”

In the midst of this, Ziel and the First Years had already reached the 15th movement in the choreography consisting of a total of 40 movements.

The First Years groaned and got into position again.

‘How many hours are left?’

‘Let’s just complete 3 movements today, please.’

One per day.

Or two per day.

Then some days were spent reviewing the movements learned so far.

There was no such thing as going easy with Ziel.

He wouldn’t tolerate even one person being slow or fast.

The problem was that his standards were too high.

“It’s slightly different. You moved in 1.7 seconds instead of 2 seconds after the next movement.”

‘How do you even know that….’

0.3 seconds.

A time that would be unnoticeable if you just looked casually.

But Ziel caught even that.

“Student Quantus Hopel, go stand over there.”

“Huh? You’re not telling me to leave, are you?”

“Leave. For now. And go to my position to observe.”

Quantus stood where Ziel had been.

“This is when the movements are perfectly synchronized. Everyone, perform the Sword Dance movements again.”

Swoosh!

The stance of thrusting the sword.

“Mm.”

Quantus nodded.

And then—

“Next is your speed.”

Swoosh!

He perfectly ‘reproduced’ Quantus’s speed.

“You can’t see it with your eyes. Because you’re inside it. But to my eyes from the outside, it’s visible.”

However, it was such a tiny difference that could never be seen unless one was perfectly focused and watching while expecting there to be an error.

“Do you understand, Student Quantus Hopel?”

“Uh… what’s the difference?”

“Ah.”

Ziel realized.

That he needed a better method to make Quantus understand.

“Come this way for a moment.”

Ziel thought of a good method.

Bringing two small stones and dropping them with a time delay.

Since they only needed to watch the moment they hit the ground, it was much easier to understand.

“Look at this speed and this speed difference. The left is you, and the right is me.”

“Teacher, your stone seems prettier.”

“….”

Anyway, after a while, he succeeded in making him understand.

‘As expected, he’s not an easy student.’

Actually, it wasn’t just Quantus acting like this.

Everyone took turns missing the timing or getting confused and flustered in strange ways.

But each time, Ziel would demonstrate instead and explain well why the timing was off before moving on.

The wall called Quantus was just slightly higher.

Still, they somehow got over it.

“Good. Now the 15th choreography is complete.”

At Ziel’s words, the First Years breathed sighs of relief.

Their entire bodies were already soaked with sweat.

Still, they felt proud.

It’s not just students who come to the Festa.

Spectators like Capital Citizens also come, and parents and relatives visit as well.

‘Father would be happy if he saw this, right?’

‘I must show this to my younger sibling.’

By now, the invitations would have already arrived at the various families.

“The 5-minute break is over. Everyone get up.”

A performance to unfold before their families!

The training for that Sword Dance performance continued.

“From the 16th onwards is ‘performance.’ The first performance is one where swords spread out, so from now on, focus a bit more.”

In the performance part, multiple students had to take different movements.

Instead of everyone taking the same movement like now, they had to take different movements so the performance would work well.

‘This time it’ll be hard for Teacher to demonstrate too.’

‘Don’t tell me he’s going to move incredibly fast to show us?!’

“So everyone move to the Second Auditorium.”

“The Second Auditorium?”

“I’ll show you the demonstration there.”

The Second Auditorium was where this semester’s 【Fundamentals of Swordsmanship and Sparring】 class was held.

For reference, this place was the Fifth Auditorium.

It was a place they had borrowed temporarily with the understanding of the third years.

“Ah.”

Yurio seemed to have noticed something.

“What? Yurio?”

“No way. It can’t be.”

But when he shook his head immediately after, Karen asked.

“What is it?”

“I just imagined something ridiculous.”

“Huh?”

A moment later.

They could understand why Yurio had said that.

“Wow…”

“N-no way, for real?”

When they moved to the Second Auditorium and opened the door to enter, they saw magic dolls.

However, they were positioned at slightly narrower intervals than usual, and Emeric greeted Ziel and the students with a proud but tired face.

“Teacher Ziel, you’ve arrived?”

“Professor Emeric Kent. Is everything I requested ready?”

“Yes. Now we just need to activate them.”

“Understood.”

Ziel had come up with the most efficient method!

Making excellent use of the magic dolls borrowed from the Magic Department.

“The settings have been temporarily changed. When you have class again, you just need to swap out these circuits.”

“Understood.”

Emeric had received Ziel’s request and replaced the circuits of all these magic dolls and even completed the settings.

An absurd amount of work!

However, since it was Ziel’s request, he had accepted without hesitation.

Thanks to Ziel’s advice, I had escaped the early stages of the 5th tier, and considering the benefits gained from that and the potential for growth…

‘I could do it 100 more times.’

“Wow, you’re doing a demonstration with magic dolls?”

“So this is possible too…”

This was Ziel’s idea.

Emeric was also a bit surprised by the fact that magic dolls could be used that way.

But thinking about it, if they were just repeating predetermined movements, nothing was better than magic dolls.

‘The setup is perfect.’

According to Ziel’s request, the speed, arm angles and foot movements, and even the degree of body twisting.

Everything was set up perfectly.

Thanks to that, my skill in handling magic dolls was also improving by leaps and bounds as a bonus!

And one more thing.

“But were there originally this many magic dolls?”

“Huh, you’re right. What’s going on?”

Emeric had rented 50 more magic dolls.

The existing 50.

Since there were 100 students, he borrowed an additional 50.

Until the festa started, at least.

When he mentioned Ziel to Titus, things went smoothly.

‘T-Teacher Ziel?’

‘Yes. That’s right.’

‘…Just take whatever you need.’

He had a somewhat reluctant expression, but why did he lend them anyway?

I still couldn’t understand the reason.

And one more thing.

‘Also, Professor Titus, he’s asking to borrow a few magical tools as well.’

‘That damn… magical tools too?’

‘Yes. He made an additional request.’

‘…Fine, take them.’

At Ziel’s request, he also borrowed magical tools.

Saying they would be used for the Sword Dance performance.

She said it was for a sword dance performance.

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