On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 230

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 230

 

Clang clang!

 

Registration for the swordsmanship tournament had begun.

 

Ziel moved efficiently.

 

Instead of receiving application forms individually from students, he brought enough application forms for all students and collected their signatures.

 

“One each, for the youth division and young adult division.”

 

200 application forms gathered this way.

 

With Gilbert and Kelvin’s application forms added one each, it became 202 forms, and one more was added to that.

 

‘Dark Ghost.’

 

Ziel had even created Dark Ghost’s signature and finished signing.

 

“I can submit these as they are.”

 

Ziel took the application forms and headed to the Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament registration office.

 

When he arrived, it was already packed with people.

 

“Now, now, the Elon family application forms are coming through! This year’s victory goes to Elon’s eldest son, so everyone should know that!”

 

“Ha, what nonsense! Elon has never even made it to the top 10 in the finals…”

 

“This time is different! Elon’s eldest son is being evaluated as having tremendous talent!”

 

House staff who came to submit application forms on behalf of their masters were already fighting among themselves, and people trying to register were pushing each other.

 

Ziel quietly pushed through the commotion and handed over his bundle of documents.

 

“Submitting application forms for all second years of Edelwine Academy Sword School.”

 

“Sword School second years… you can submit the youth division forms here.”

 

Ziel separated half from the document bundle and submitted it to the youth division side, then asked.

 

“Should I place the young adult division forms here?”

 

“Are there other grades too?”

 

“They’re second years.”

 

“…Second years registering for the young adult division?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“…”

 

The registration office employee hesitated for a moment before asking.

 

“Are you really registering them?”

 

“Is there a problem?”

 

“There’s no age restriction, but… usually they focus on the youth division, not competing in the young adult division too…”

 

“If there’s no problem, please process the registration.”

 

“Yes, well. Understood.”

 

The employee received the documents with a reluctant expression and completed the registration.

 

“Registration completed. Please note that the young adult division schedule will proceed after the youth division ends.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Next, the general division.

 

He submitted Gilbert and Kelvin’s application forms.

 

And when no one’s gaze was upon him.

 

‘That spot looks good.’

 

Without anyone knowing, he secretly placed Dark Ghost’s application form in the registration office drawer as well.

 

“Registration is finished.”

 

Now it was time to go make the Human Skin Mask.

 

Since evening was approaching, he would need to wait for an opportunity when people disappeared.

 

Just as he was leaving the registration office.

 

“It’s Lord Sigmund!”

 

This time there was commotion for a different reason.

 

A celebrity had arrived.

 

“That person is the Dean of Telvir Academy…!”

 

Telvir Academy.

 

One of the Empire’s two major academies, and its dean had come personally.

 

Flowing golden hair.

 

Elegance and dignity that even wrinkles couldn’t diminish.

 

One of the few master-level individuals in this Empire.

 

It was Sigmund Valentin.

 

“Did he come to register personally?”

 

“For the dean to step forward personally… an academy that produces winners every year is definitely something different!”

 

Telvir Academy’s dean had actually come personally to submit application forms.

 

Telvir Academy, which had always produced winners in the several tournaments held so far!

 

By having the dean register personally, it was an expression of their will to continue that winning streak.

 

“Telvir will win this time too, right?”

 

“Of course. It’s an academy that focuses only on swordsmanship, so naturally they’ll win, won’t they?”

 

Telvir Academy was strangely a place that didn’t teach other major subjects and focused solely on martial arts including swordsmanship.

 

Of course, liberal arts subjects existed and they learned theoretical classes too, but all of those were secondary.

 

There was a reason why Telvir Academy always claimed victory.

 

“How can someone overflow with such elegance.”

 

“With a master-level person as dean, the students naturally become strong too!”

 

The Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament was like a festival venue for not only knights or knight aspirants, but also for the Empire’s citizens.

 

So it was only natural for them to be enthusiastic about Sigmund’s appearance.

 

“Will Lord Sigmund compete in the general division this time?”

 

“Probably? There were rumors that he would compete this time.”

 

“If he competes, Telbier will sweep the general, youth, and junior divisions completely.”

 

Telbier is strong.

 

So strong that Edelwein Academy couldn’t even dream of challenging them for the past several tournaments.

 

And Sigmund stands at the pinnacle of that Telbier!

 

‘One surprise attack would be enough, and about four head-on clashes should do it.’

 

Ziel, who had coldly assessed that Sigmund, left the registration office.

 

It didn’t matter who came out.

 

At least the junior division would belong to Edelwein Academy.

 

And in the general division too.

 

Ziel left like that, and Sigmund, who had gathered all sorts of attention, also left the registration office after submitting his application.

 

After evening came, the registration office finally became quiet.

 

“Ugh, I’m dying.”

 

“You all worked hard. Let’s finish up quickly and go.”

 

“Wait a minute, I’m almost done with the general division applications. But take a look at this.”

 

“What is it?”

 

The staff member in charge of general division registration chuckled and held out a document.

 

“Do you see this?”

 

“Dark Ghost? What? Dark Ghost applied?”

 

“Yeah. Dark Ghost. That legend from District 40.”

 

“Isn’t he crazy?”

 

“But you know what?”

 

The staff member then held out several more documents.

 

“This one’s also Dark Ghost, and this one too.”

 

“…Did someone play a prank?”

 

“No. The handwriting is all different.”

 

There were a whopping 5 documents submitted under the name ‘Dark Ghost’.

 

There were occasionally cases of people hiding their names and competing under aliases.

 

But of all names, Dark Ghost.

 

“The Imperial Palace might say something about these competition names…”

 

“The Imperial Palace will judge that. Just accept them. And where would guys like that even make it to the main tournament? They’re just participating to draw some attention while they can.”

 

“I guess so?”

 

The staff member roughly stuffed the documents in and finished up.

 

“Let’s have a beer. I’ll buy the first round.”

 

“Oh, sounds good. Let’s go somewhere nearby!”

 

The registration office staff had no idea.

 

What kind of events would unfold at this swordsmanship tournament.

 

The second major class period.

 

The name was simple.

 

“What the hell is sensory training?”

 

“I read the syllabus but couldn’t get a feel for it.”

 

The ‘Sensory Training’ class following Unlimited Training.

 

It was the second class among the three second-year majors that Ziel had prepared.

 

“Training senses… does that mean developing things like reflexes?”

 

“Right. We did tons of that last year.”

 

“What we did for physical training last year became that unlimited training we did last time as an upgrade… isn’t this similar?”

 

“That would be too horrible.”

 

Though they had grown because of it, reflex training was tremblingly difficult.

 

A class where they had to somehow react to Ziel’s ‘moderate’ attacks that were hard to even block, let alone dodge!

 

The number of times they were hit, fell, and rolled was impossible to even count.

 

What was certain was that this would definitely be an even harder class!

 

“Teacher is here.”

 

And Ziel entered the auditorium.

 

Today there were no magic dolls in the auditorium.

 

“Everyone’s here. I’ll skip attendance.”

 

As always, Ziel quickly checked faces to take attendance and immediately got to the point.

 

“Today is the first period of 【Sensory Training】 class. The purpose of this class is simple. As the title suggests, it’s training to develop your senses.”

 

Ziel cut straight to the chase and immediately moved to execution.

 

“Gilbert, turn them off.”

 

“Yes, Boss.”

 

In an instant, the auditorium was plunged into darkness.

 

“What, what’s happening.”

 

“I think he turned off the lights.”

 

“Stay calm!”

 

Then Ziel’s voice came flying through the darkness.

 

“From now on, you will train your senses in the darkness.”

 

The problem was that the voice came not from the front where he had been standing just moments ago, but from behind—from behind Lydia who had been at the very back.

 

“Kyaak!”

 

“Stay calm. Darkness brings fear. Within it, your senses become several times sharper. We’ll use that to conduct the lesson.”

 

This time next to Karen.

 

“…! …!”

 

Karen almost fainted.

 

Fortunately, the next voice came from the front again.

 

“Turn the lights back on, Gilbert.”

 

“Yes, Boss.”

 

The students squinted at the sudden lighting, but they couldn’t have been happier to see light.

 

“Pay attention. From now on, I’ll move while wearing a ‘bell’. Unfortunately, I can’t intentionally make noise while approaching you.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because when you’re too good at something, it’s harder to deliberately do it poorly.”

 

“….”

 

“So I’ll wear this bell that detects minute vibrations. With this bell, it will definitely make a sound when I get close to you.”

 

Jingle.

 

When Ziel shook the bell, a clear sound echoed through the auditorium.

 

It was a sound they could hear clearly enough.

 

Originally, this was an item used when assassins in Black Sky trained their stealth.

 

He was using it for the students’ training.

 

“The purpose of this training is to develop your senses to deal with attacks coming from blind spots, outside your field of vision, or as surprise attacks. At first, you’ll get a feel for it through the bell sound. When you detect the bell sound, what you need to focus on isn’t hearing, but tactile sense.”

 

Naturally, there are no enemies in real combat who attack while making bell sounds.

 

That’s exactly why Ziel would later remove the bell and attack!

 

“Except for sparring, in real combat swords never come flying honestly from just the front. Remember that.”

 

Students who had only experienced fighting magic beasts in terms of real combat.

 

Ziel was giving them experience, even if indirectly.

 

So they could handle things a little better when they actually entered real combat.

 

Of course, the biggest purpose of this lesson was still the swordsmanship tournament.

 

‘I heard there will be chaotic battles too.’

 

The preliminaries aren’t one-on-one like the main tournament.

 

Chaotic battles break out.

 

Just like last year’s exchange tournament.

 

The difference was that back then they fought in teams by grade level, but this time it’s strictly individual combat.

 

Combined attacks between people who know each other are prohibited.

 

Though they can’t prevent tacit agreements not to attack each other.

 

‘Are we taking it easy this time?’

 

‘Master is doing everything.’

 

Meanwhile, Gilbert and Kelvin were greatly relieved.

 

It seemed like they had nothing to do this time.

 

“Gilbert, Kelvin. Come here and put on the bells.”

 

They were wrong.

 

“Why do we need bells….”

 

“You’ll train to move without making noise while wearing bells.”

 

“….”

 

“You’re training too. Because that’s efficient.”

 

As expected.

 

It was an inescapable flow.

 

“Boss, it’s not like we’re going to assassinate anything….”

 

“If I were going to give you assassin training, I would have given you different training. This is to learn how to control your movements.”

 

Ziel’s training always had reasons and goals.

 

It was the same now.

 

“Learn how to control your movements. You need to know how to stop and move at crucial moments to make your body movements more flexible.”

 

Ziel handed over the bells.

 

Bells that ring like crazy with just the slightest tremor!

 

Jingle jingle.

 

They wore them on their bodies, but the bells made noise even when they stayed still, leaving them speechless.

 

‘How do we not make noise?’

 

‘M-Master is giving us strange training….’

 

“While the students’ training is in progress, move from one end of the auditorium to the other with as little bell noise as possible. I’ll count every time the bells make noise.”

 

Something felt ominous.

 

“For each counted occurrence, I’ll add one hour of training.”

 

“Ah.”

 

As expected.

 

“Now turn off the lights, Gilbert.”

 

“Yes, Boss….”

 

It seemed like hell would continue until the swordsmanship tournament.

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