On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 181

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 181

 

Gilbert is Sulking

 

Day 20 of the guest lectures.

 

As the semester was heading toward its end.

 

“Gilbert.”

 

“….”

 

“Gilbert.”

 

“….”

 

Gilbert was sulking.

 

“Gilbert. I called you three times.”

 

“…Did you call me, Boss.”

 

“Is something wrong with your ears?”

 

“My eardrums are probably damaged….”

 

“Then you wouldn’t be able to hear and respond to my words. Your eardrums are fine.”

 

“…Yes. Though I feel like they won’t be fine much longer.”

 

He was serious.

 

It really was a matter of life and death.

 

“That Gunter bas… I mean, Sir Gunter. He talks way too much.”

 

“His skills are good.”

 

“Right! You knew that too, Boss!”

 

“….”

 

Ziel kept his mouth tightly shut.

 

He couldn’t bring himself to answer that.

 

So he changed the subject.

 

“Your skills have improved. Definitely.”

 

“If they improve twice more, my ears are going to burst! I hear phantom sounds even in my sleep!”

 

“But your skills are improving.”

 

“Then Boss, if you say skills improve, could you spar with that bas… Sir Gunter yourself!”

 

“….”

 

Ziel shut his mouth again.

 

He couldn’t answer.

 

“How could you do this to me…!”

 

At that moment, Ziel disappeared from Gilbert’s sight.

 

“Boss? Boss?”

 

When did he move? The Boss had already moved near the students over there!

 

Gilbert trembled.

 

His loyalty to the Boss seemed to have dropped by about 1%.

 

‘No wait, is 1% too much? Then maybe 0.5%?’

 

Gilbert felt dizzy at the thought of sparring with Gunter again today.

 

However, he pulled himself together.

 

There was a slight sense of betrayal, but anyway, good things are good things, right!

 

‘This too is a trial.’

 

Gilbert had learned a lot from the previous infiltration of Siren Mansion.

 

While the Boss dealt with the assassins in an instant, he had struggled so much yet barely managed to handle one.

 

Catching up to the Boss was out of the question, but at least he shouldn’t hold him back!

 

‘He said he only gives me tasks I can handle. Then I just need to increase what I can handle.’

 

With that thought, today, which had seemed so daunting, suddenly began to feel exciting.

 

“Oh, Teacher Gilbert! Today your back looks different somehow? Hahaha! Your shoulders are full of strength! Yesterday ended with me allowing you one First Strike, but today will be different! I stayed up all night thinking and prepared several techniques, and I’ll test them out today! Oh! Let me tell you in advance – one is a thrust, one is a slashing attack, and another is an evasive thrust! Hahahaha!”

 

Of course, he soon regretted it.

 

Anyway, the guest classes were proceeding very well.

 

Berhal, who stopped by for a mid-term check, couldn’t hide his amazement.

 

“The students’ growth rate is remarkable. Just the confirmed students who’ve reached Worker level are 13…”

 

End of first year, second semester.

 

Normally, at most three or four students.

 

But this was more than three times that!

 

And the guest classes weren’t even finished yet.

 

“At this rate… we could expect 20 students by the time the semester ends.”

 

That didn’t mean the remaining 80 students couldn’t reach Worker level either.

 

With enough effort, they could reach that level even during the vacation.

 

Walker level.

 

The very stage where those who wield swords finally begin to awaken to the sword.

 

Ziel had advanced that stage several times earlier.

 

But Ziel went even further.

 

“By the time the semester ends, there will be more than 30 students.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

“We also have a new goal. The Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament.”

 

“Ah. I was planning to announce that around the end of the semester anyway, but you’ve already decided.”

 

Berhal nodded as if it were natural.

 

“With the current first years, we can definitely expect good results in the youth division. Telbier Academy has been taking the championship continuously… but this time will be different.”

 

Berhal’s gaze followed three students.

 

Delev.

 

Celia.

 

And Yurio.

 

The three top-tier first year students.

 

Considering their talent, growth rate, and level of swordsmanship, one of those three had a high probability of reaching the finals.

 

“One of our first years will win the championship.”

 

At Ziel’s prophecy, Berhal let out a laugh mixed with a sigh.

 

“Ha… If that happens, it would be glorious, truly glorious. The Imperial Family would be very pleased too. As Teacher Ziel well knows, the Imperial Family is already quite concerned about Edelwein Academy not producing any champions.”

 

Ziel wasn’t particularly interested.

 

There was only one reason for wanting to enter students in the swordsmanship tournament.

 

For motivation.

 

He didn’t consider any other reasons.

 

“Are you not interested, Teacher Ziel?”

 

“I’m interested in the students winning.”

 

“As expected.”

 

It was slightly disappointing, but it couldn’t be helped.

 

Berhal assumed that Ziel wouldn’t participate because he would be devoted to his teaching role next year as well.

 

“How do we handle the entry registration?”

 

“It’s held in May next year, and applications are accepted starting in March. It’s the same for the youth, young adult, and general divisions.”

 

“It’ll be the beginning of the semester.”

 

Ziel made note of the timing.

 

And he also thought that he would need to make a new Human Skin Mask.

 

‘I’ll have a lot to do during vacation.’

 

Soon the guest lecture would end and vacation would come again.

 

“Oh, Teacher Ziel. Are you going on home visits this vacation too?”

 

“Yes. This time I’m planning to go to the Western Region.”

 

“I see. That’s impressive. You seem very busy… are you alright?”

 

Home visits.

 

A new Human Skin Mask.

 

Visiting the Black Market.

 

Retrieving Black Sky’s items with the key obtained from Siren Mansion.

 

And becoming a new collection model as promised to Lord Mortis.

 

‘Ah. There was that book too.’

 

There was also the strange book discovered in the Siren Estate Annex Basement.

 

He would need to look into that separately as well.

 

This vacation also had a mountain of things to do.

 

But Ziel was happy.

 

“Yes. It’s enjoyable.”

 

“…That’s really strange. Other professors would be annoyed to death if you told them to do that.”

 

At first, Berhal was also a bit suspicious.

 

He wondered if Ziel was using home visits as an excuse to go collect something…

 

‘Did he say he just ate a lot of food and came back?’

 

Far from taking bribes, he heard that at first Ziel even tried to leave without having the customary meal they offered.

 

In any case, he was someone with nothing to worry about.

 

From one perspective…

 

‘He seems to have no greed?’

 

Unlike other professors, he had rarely shown his desires directly, which was puzzling.

 

There should be something like wanting to do well here to go somewhere else, or some other goal…

 

From Berhal’s perspective, the only thing where Ziel had directly revealed his intentions was the professor position.

 

“Teacher Ziel, do you have any personal goals? Besides the professor position, I mean.”

 

“I do.”

 

“Oh. What is it?”

 

“To try every snack in the world.”

 

“…?”

 

He felt like he shouldn’t have asked.

 

“Ahem. Snacks are… quite delicious, I suppose.”

 

“Yes. There’s joy in eating snacks.”

 

He seemed to be serious about it?

 

No wonder he had specifically emphasized the snack budget in his request.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Just then, Ziel turned his head.

 

Yurio was standing right behind them.

 

He had been aware of him hesitantly approaching from earlier.

 

“Um… Teacher, do you have a moment? I see you’re with the Department Head…”

 

“It’s fine, Student Yurio Harmatan. What’s the matter? Are you hurt somewhere?”

 

“Oh, no! It’s not that… I just have some concerns.”

 

Concerns, he said.

 

Berhal watched with interest.

 

He had observed Ziel’s classes several times, but it was rare to see this up close like this.

 

“What kind of concerns?”

 

“It’s about swordsmanship. I’m… having trouble incorporating Heavy Sword Technique.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Yurio was a Swift Swordsmanship user.

 

A Swift Swordsmanship that was slightly different in nature from Rihart-style Swift Swordsmanship.

 

If he had to compare, the ‘expression’ was different.

 

Rihart-style maximized repulsion and weight transfer to deliver dozens of thrusts in an instant with intensity.

 

On the other hand, Harmatan-style was Swift Swordsmanship that used momentum to flow flexibly like endlessly flowing water.

 

Ziel asked.

 

“Why Heavy Sword Technique?”

 

“That’s….”

 

Yurio hesitated for a moment before answering.

 

“I thought if I learned Heavy Sword Technique and incorporated it, I might be able to beat Delev.”

 

“As a goal.”

 

“Yes….”

 

“Having the goal of catching up to Student Delev Kundel is good. But using Heavy Sword Technique as the means is wrong.”

 

“What?”

 

This is getting interesting.

 

Berhal stepped back a bit to watch Ziel’s impromptu lesson.

 

“Student Delev Kundel was able to incorporate Student Celia Rihart’s Swift Swordsmanship because their essence is similar.”

 

“Ah…!”

 

“In Student Celia Rihart’s swordsmanship, the destructive power carried at the sword’s tip is no less than Heavy Sword Technique. But Student Yurio Harmatan, your swordsmanship is not one that unfolds through strength.”

 

Ziel drew the sword from his waist.

 

“Draw yours.”

 

“What? Right now?”

 

“Yes. There are 10 minutes left in break time.”

 

“Ah, yes!”

 

Yurio hurriedly drew his sword.

 

‘The pressure is no joke.’

 

It felt like it had been a long time since he faced Teacher with sword in hand.

 

“From now on, watch ‘your swordsmanship’ carefully.”

 

For a moment, he couldn’t understand what that meant.

 

But then swordsmanship unfolded from Ziel’s hands.

 

“Th, that’s impossible….”

 

It was Harmatan Style Swift Swordsmanship!

 

“H, how do you know that….”

 

“It’s not difficult.”

 

“….”

 

Swift Swordsmanship is difficult to learn.

 

Compared to other swordsmanship based on general swordsmanship, its movements and the way it uses muscles are completely different.

 

However, Ziel was reproducing it perfectly.

 

“Hooo….”

 

Berhal was also impressed.

 

That graceful form.

 

It was like flower petals dancing endlessly in the wind.

 

There wasn’t a single excessive movement, yet he wasn’t confident he could remain unharmed if caught up in that swordsmanship.

 

Yurio was mesmerized.

 

His father’s swordsmanship.

 

No, perhaps it was even beyond that.

 

It seemed like he was seeing the destination that Harmatan Style Swift Swordsmanship should reach.

 

Then Ziel suddenly stopped his sword.

 

“Your swordsmanship is like this. On the other hand.”

 

However, it was still too early to be surprised.

 

Swish!

 

This time, Rihart-style Swift Swordsmanship unfolded.

 

A fierce and intense attack that contrasted sharply with the swordsmanship he had just displayed!

 

In a short time, the air was split dozens of times, and surprisingly, all the points where Ziel’s sword stopped were identical.

 

Whoosh.

 

And Ziel, who had stopped his sword, looked at Yurio.

 

“This is Student Celia Rihart’s swordsmanship.”

 

They’re too different, Teacher.

 

‘If Celia had been at that level, she would have beaten Delev dozens of times….’

 

Yurio nodded blankly.

 

He seemed to understand what Ziel was saying.

 

“As you said, Teacher, it doesn’t suit her….”

 

It seemed like if she forced herself to learn Heavy Sword Technique to catch up with Delev, she would end up being neither here nor there.

 

“Thank you, Teacher.”

 

“I’m not finished talking yet.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Student Yurio Harmatan, you need to learn something other than Heavy Sword Technique.”

 

Ziel pointed at Yurio’s sword.

 

“Show me your swordsmanship.”

 

“Ah, yes! Teacher.”

 

Yurio demonstrated his swordsmanship as Ziel instructed.

 

Berhal was impressed.

 

Indeed, he deserved to be called one of the top first year students.

 

However, Ziel watched quietly without any admiration and then spoke.

 

“Wrist.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You use your wrist too much when adjusting the sword tip’s trajectory. Have you been feeling a lack of strength lately?”

 

“H-how did you know?”

 

“Using your wrist like that actually drains your strength while performing swordsmanship. Your detailed movements aren’t keeping up with the growth of your mana and swordsmanship.”

 

Ziel replicated exactly the swordsmanship Yurio had just demonstrated.

 

“This is the swordsmanship you just showed. And this is with slightly changed wrist rotation and finger usage.”

 

Amazingly, much smoother yet sharper swordsmanship unfolded before Yurio’s eyes.

 

Clearly… it was the same movements and trajectory, yet this feeling was somehow very different from before!

 

“Student Yurio Harmatan, the important thing about your swordsmanship is that it doesn’t break. But because you’re struggling with strength, even though it doesn’t seem to break on the surface, the continuity of your swordsmanship is declining.”

 

“Ah…!”

 

“From now on, watch my wrist and fingers carefully. Reduce the strength in your wrist by about half from what you’re using now, and maximize the use of your finger strength.”

 

Ziel was right.

 

In the slowly demonstrated swordsmanship, Ziel flexibly changed the sword’s direction using only his fingers.

 

So that means…

 

“He’s doing something ridiculous again…”

 

Like Berhal’s exasperated muttering, it was correct advice but not an easy solution to follow.

 

“Learn this from now on, Student Yurio Harmatan.”

 

“Y-yes. I understand.”

 

“If it’s difficult, start by building your grip strength. Swordsmanship that emphasizes speed rather than destructive power requires diverse muscle usage. Moreover, muscle strength is even more necessary.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Ziel providing a solution on the spot!

 

Yurio bowed with a happy expression and returned.

 

And the effect showed immediately.

 

“Huh. He seemed to be struggling just a moment ago…”

 

Berhal muttered.

 

Yurio had returned and managed to exchange several more rounds with his assigned knight.

 

The assigned knight also looked surprised.

 

He had only rested for 20 minutes, yet suddenly changed this much?

 

‘This is where talent makes the difference.’

 

The proactiveness and ability to understand and apply feedback!

 

Although he hadn’t properly applied it yet due to insufficient grip strength, the fact that he attempted it and managed to apply it for several rounds was important.

 

Of course.

 

‘Someone who gives that kind of feedback on the spot is even more amazing.’

 

Berhal looked at Ziel with admiring eyes.

 

“You keep looking at me.”

 

“Yes. It’s because you’re amazing, Teacher Ziel. The feedback was effective.”

 

“Yes. That’s right. I gave good feedback.”

 

“…”

 

A way of speaking that you think you’d get used to, but never actually do.

 

Well, it’s completely accurate though.

 

Berhal then suddenly thought of the Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament.

 

‘At this level… winning the youth division won’t be a problem, and some might even work in the young adult division?’

 

At least until these First Years graduated, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

 

“Teacher Ziel!”

 

Then another student approached.

 

He wondered what question this would be, but it wasn’t that.

 

“What’s the matter, Student Ann Peshwa?”

 

“I think you should go to the auditorium entrance.”

 

Ann whispered quietly.

 

“Lord Mortis has come to see you.”

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