On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 235

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 235

 

Toward the Swordsmanship Tournament (1)

 

The students now had two goals for this semester.

 

The long-term goal was, of course, the swordsmanship tournament.

 

If they distinguished themselves in the swordsmanship tournament, they could secure prize money, honor, and even their future to some extent.

 

Though it was still a distant future, they were training with sweat and tears for their lives after graduation.

 

“Today was actually manageable, wasn’t it?”

 

“I heard the bell sound today and reacted to block it for the first time!”

 

The students’ growth was particularly notable in the 【Senses Training】 class.

 

Clang!

 

“Well done, student Ann Peshwa. You couldn’t counterattack, but you blocked it very well.”

 

“Thank you!”

 

Students who succeeded in defense were increasing one by one.

 

Including a considerable number of mid-tier and lower-tier students, not just the top performers!

 

This class, like 【Unlimited Sparring】, wasn’t one where existing talent was that crucial.

 

Similarly, it was training conducted while mana was suppressed.

 

Only the body’s senses.

 

A class where victory had to be decided with that alone!

 

So everyone’s starting line was more or less similar.

 

Thanks to this, mid-tier and lower students gained confidence.

 

“Without mana, we can actually manage too?”

 

“We’ll probably fall behind again when the bracelets come off later, but still, this is something!”

 

“I never knew I could block more than Delev today!”

 

This was also Ziel’s intention.

 

‘When confidence builds, skills improve rapidly too.’

 

Excessive confidence could be poison, but it was still much better than defeatism.

 

Talent was frightening.

 

Looking at the students, they would occasionally discuss the overwhelming nature of ‘talent.’

 

Most held the opinion that innate talent and good breathing techniques used with family support were unbeatable.

 

It was actually a valid point.

 

But Ziel’s classes were different.

 

‘Mid and lower-tier students should also be given sufficient opportunities to grow together.’

 

The important thing was growing together.

 

Though there might be differences, from the moment only the top students’ growth was cared for, the rest became mere supporting actors.

 

This was very far from the education Ziel desired.

 

All students were equal to Ziel.

 

So even if not to the same point, they should receive equal growth opportunities, and among them, struggling students should also be provided chances for breakthrough.

 

“The kids’ skills have improved a lot, Boss.”

 

“Does it look that way to you too?”

 

“Yes. It’s been exactly a month now, and their movements are different. Haven’t they all blocked Boss’s attacks at least once?”

 

“That’s right. Good observation.”

 

“Hehe, I feel like my nerves are developing along with them lately too?”

 

Ziel agreed.

 

“You’re doing well too. The number of times the bell rang has decreased to less than half compared to a month ago.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Based on today, yes.”

 

Then Ziel also mentioned Kelvin.

 

“Kelvin’s became one-fourth.”

 

“….”

 

Jealousy rearing its head again!

 

‘Why is that guy good at this when he’s already big!’

 

The fellow who only used to swing around with a greatsword when they first met was now climbing up at a frightening pace.

 

That day when he paid 40,000 cel to Boss and received 20 hours of training!

 

Something started changing from that day.

 

The guy who seemed easily beatable until then had become strangely irritating lately.

 

“…Boss.”

 

“What’s wrong.”

 

“Kelvin…is fast, right? His growth.”

 

“He’s fast.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“Are you jealous?”

 

“No!”

 

“You are.”

 

“I’m not!”

 

Gilbert made a groaning sound and then sighed.

 

“Honestly, you’re right.”

 

“Why are you jealous?”

 

“Well… I’m afraid he might catch up?”

 

Mysterious things happened where honest conversations emerged in front of Boss.

 

“Then you should get further ahead. You’re still stronger than Kelvin now. And if you get further ahead, that’s that.”

 

“…Could that really happen?”

 

“It’s possible. If you work harder. You’ve improved from before, but you still have some hesitation in using your body. Is it a remnant from your Crow days?”

 

It was accurate.

 

Gilbert is from Crow.

 

Rather than assassination and combat, he mainly learned simple infiltration, information gathering, and infiltration.

 

Though he had talent in swordsmanship and learned it, fundamentally this situation occurs because of what he’s been doing over the years.

 

“Boss knows that right away.”

 

“It’s just obvious. You’re no longer Crow. You’re a teaching assistant who must throw yourself to save students if necessary. So straighten your mindset.”

 

“Yes, I understand.”

 

“Get into training right away. You’ve been counted quite a lot so far.”

 

“….”

 

One month.

 

Having conducted 4 classes so far, he’s been counted over 300 times.

 

In other words.

 

Does that mean he has to receive over 300 hours of additional training?

 

‘Since he’ll get stronger from training anyway, was there nothing to be jealous about?’

 

Gilbert lamented his own short-sightedness.

 

Anyway, the students, Gilbert, and Kelvin were all getting stronger.

 

Long-term goals.

 

Short-term goals.

 

Through these two types of motivation.

 

And the student who won today’s sweet reward was none other than Ellie.

 

“Student Ellie Demicus. You’ve improved the most compared to the last class and your attitude in today’s class was also good. Well done. Here’s a praise card.”

 

“Thank you! Yahoo!”

 

For reference, at this point, Ellie was the only student who possessed a praise card.

 

And even that Ellie used it immediately.

 

“Teacher, I’ll use it today!”

 

“Understood. Come by 6 o’clock.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Rumors were rolling like a snowball.

 

It’s incredibly delicious.

 

The menu is diverse.

 

The head chef’s touch is amazing!

 

It was all true.

 

Reviews from students who tasted it spread, and professors also brought rare ingredients as offerings.

 

Thus, the Faculty Dormitory Restaurant, 【Unlimited Dining Table】 was truly bustling with customers!

 

Theo’s skills were also improving rapidly, so this was truly killing two birds with one stone!

 

‘It’s circulating quite excellently.’

 

As long as 【Unlimited Dining Table】 existed, the path for students to collect 10 praise cards seemed distant.

 

After that day’s classes and meals ended.

 

“Head Chef Theo.”

 

“Ah, Teacher Ziel! You were out?”

 

“Yes. I have something to discuss briefly.”

 

Theo was carrying baskets in both hands.

 

“Lunch boxes for your family.”

 

“Ah. Yes. Hehe. There were leftover ingredients today, so I made something simple with them.”

 

It was a kind of lunch box made with Ziel’s permission.

 

“I see. Are your family members satisfied?”

 

“Yes. Very much. Incredibly so! I don’t know how to express my gratitude to you, Teacher….”

 

“I provide money, and Head Chef Theo provides food. That’s enough. There’s no need to express gratitude separately.”

 

Theo thought to himself at those calm words.

 

‘He’s saying that because he’s embarrassed.’

 

People who spoke so curtly tended to be more like that.

 

Another benefactor, the Head Chef of Leganes, was exactly like that.

 

“I will repay this kindness with even more delicious food in the future.”

 

“Yes. Go inside.”

 

Ziel quietly watched Theo’s back as he walked away excitedly.

 

He looked happy when cooking too, but he looked even happier when returning with baskets full in both hands like that.

 

‘Is it because of the existence of family?’

 

Ziel was curious about the value given by those existences he had never possessed.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Ziel was lost in thought for a moment, then remembered what he had to do.

 

It was training.

 

Since he was going to participate in the swordsmanship tournament.

 

“The auditorium would be good.”

 

Ziel headed to the 2nd Year Auditorium.

 

It was enclosed on all sides, and he could immediately notice if someone entered, so there was no safer place than this.

 

Ziel drew his sword.

 

It was an ordinary sword to be used in the swordsmanship tournament.

 

He considered using the sword given by the Head of Harmatan, but it seemed like his identity would be identified.

 

‘Swordsmanship.’

 

A tournament he was participating in purely for fun.

 

But he couldn’t sacrifice safety for fun.

 

So he decided.

 

To create swordsmanship that no one would recognize.

 

“Hmm.”

 

He recalled several swordsmanship styles.

 

Celia’s swift swordsmanship.

 

Delev’s heavy sword technique.

 

And Yurio’s well-balanced swift swordsmanship.

 

Plus Quantus’s rather straightforward swordsmanship.

 

“Student Ann Peshwa’s swordsmanship would be good too.”

 

Ann’s swordsmanship focused on defense while specializing in counterattacks. It would be good for receiving an opponent’s attacks.

 

“Finally… adding student Maris Sopen’s swordsmanship should complete it.”

 

Maris’s swordsmanship was still finding its characteristics. To use an analogy, it was like a canvas that had just begun to be filled with paint. In other words, it meant any swordsmanship could be incorporated into it.

 

“Complete.”

 

Ziel completed the swordsmanship in his mind without swinging his sword even once.

 

And the moment he swung his sword, amazingly, all the students’ swordsmanship he had just thought of began to unfold.

 

Much more perfectly than when the students themselves performed it.

 

He had already grasped the highest attainable level of each student’s learned swordsmanship!

 

Ziel had no swordsmanship of his own.

 

During his assassin days.

 

To avoid having his swordsmanship identified, he always learned and performed different sword techniques.

 

Due to that influence, even after his brainwashing was lifted, the swordsmanship Ziel often used was the most suitable swordsmanship for each situation.

 

Thanks to that training, an incredible swordsmanship had been born on the spot.

 

“Ahem, cough. Ah, aah.”

 

Ziel changed his voice too.

 

So no one could recognize it.

 

“Good.”

 

He couldn’t change his build or height, but if he wore a human skin mask and changed his hair color, no one would recognize him.

 

With this, the preparations were complete.

 

In less than 30 minutes.

 

“This should be interesting.”

 

It seemed like some testing would be necessary too.

 

Just then, he sensed someone entering toward the auditorium.

 

“Oh, Teacher Ziel?”

 

“Professor Emeric Kent.”

 

It was Professor Emeric.

 

He seemed quite busy lately, as his cheeks were sunken and he looked rather pitiful.

 

“I came to inspect the magic dolls, but what brings you here, Teacher… Didn’t your classes end today?”

 

“They did. I came to the auditorium because I had some things to do.”

 

“I see. By the way, the Sword School side has been buzzing again lately. About you, Teacher.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“Yes. What was it, 【Unlimited Dining Table】, right? They say you opened a restaurant in the faculty dormitory…”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

“How did you come up with such an idea?”

 

“I like delicious food.”

 

“Ah.”

 

At Ziel’s plain answer, Emeric felt awkward and pointed to the magic doll.

 

“Well then, I’ll inspect this. Oh, I’d like to try eating there too… Is it possible for Arcane School as well?”

 

“Anyone can dine there as long as they bring rare ingredients that the head chef recognizes.”

 

“Rare ingredients…”

 

It was quite a unique condition.

 

But Emeric was discouraged by Ziel’s following answer.

 

“One professor brought cloves and nutmeg.”

 

“…Those?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I won’t be able to eat there then.”

 

Cloves and nutmeg weren’t exactly salt.

 

Emeric, who had been thinking of something like truffles, gave up cleanly.

 

“Ahem. Well then, let me do some inspection…”

 

“Professor Emeric Kent.”

 

Emeric’s heart fluttered.

 

Since they had a connection, would he somehow let him eat there?

 

“Is it possible to increase the magic doll’s maximum output even higher?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

His expectations crumbled quickly.

 

“By maximum output, you mean…”

 

“Higher than 10, is it possible?”

 

After some thought, Emeric nodded.

 

“It’s possible. How high do you want it?”

 

Ziel answered without hesitation.

 

“40.”

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