On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 238

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 238

 

Towards the Swordsmanship Tournament (4)

 

Tournament preparations were in full swing.

 

At times like this, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the entire Sword School was devoted to competing in the tournament.

 

Even the 6th year students, who rarely participate in most Sword School events, come out for the swordsmanship tournament, so the atmosphere goes without saying.

 

“Wherever you go, the kids’ eyes are different.”

 

“That’s right. Department Head, this time will surely be different, won’t it?”

 

“Mm. I think so. The atmosphere of our Sword School has changed a lot over the past year or so.”

 

It was Idel’s question. So Berhal had more he wanted to say, but he held back.

 

‘Actually, the 2nd years are what I’m most looking forward to.’

 

The 2nd years that Ziel is in charge of.

 

If you think about it, until Ziel came, they weren’t a particularly special generation.

 

Talents like Delev and Celia enroll every year. If you consider the difference in numbers, the current 2nd years actually have fewer.

 

But everything changed when Ziel arrived.

 

They defeated other grades in the exchange matches and achieved the highest results in practicals.

 

They received high praise in the Knight Order practicals, and even successfully completed the camp conducted during the subsequent vacation.

 

‘The kids’ growth really depends entirely on their teacher.’

 

Talent.

 

It’s important.

 

But the presence of a master to nurture that talent is even more important.

 

Ziel is an excellent teacher.

 

Not only does he teach talented students well, but he’s also discovering talents they didn’t even know they had.

 

If it hadn’t been for Ziel, would students like Yurio, Karen, and Lydia have stood out?

 

Well.

 

“Professor, our 5th years are also preparing very well, so please look forward to it, haha.”

 

“Ah, yes. That’s right. Still, since they’re upperclassmen, I’ll have some expectations.”

 

“Ahem. Though not as much as the 6th years, I still think someone from our grade might place in the youth division rankings.”

 

Whether Idel had expectations or not, Berhal didn’t really expect much.

 

4th years, 5th years.

 

They’re like the valley generations of Sword School.

 

The teaching abilities of those two professors are also mediocre.

 

Rather than them, he had more expectations for the 1st years that Professor Allix teaches with such passion.

 

“Well then, I’ll be going now.”

 

“Go ahead.”

 

Since the topic came up, he might as well go take a look.

 

“This is… the 1st Year Auditorium.”

 

Peeking inside, as expected, the passionate class typical of 1st years was continuing.

 

“Professor! I can’t get the thrust right here!”

 

“Wait just a moment! I’ll be right there!”

 

Berhal felt pleased.

 

Executive Knight.

 

It’s an incredibly high position.

 

From the 1st years’ perspective, such an existence is hard even to look up to!

 

What kind of place is the Imperial Knights?

 

The place that most of the children here desperately hope to join after graduation!

 

Someone who rose to Executive Knight in such an organization was teaching children so warmly and familiarly.

 

“Good. Very good.”

 

He heard that he asked Ziel about various things, so was that the influence?

 

‘Wait. Teacher Ziel wouldn’t be so affectionate with the kids like that.’

 

Rather, Ziel was the opposite.

 

Cool-headed, calm, not showing special affection to anyone and treating everyone fairly.

 

“Well, it’s a difference in personality.”

 

When Berhal briefly stopped by the 2nd Year Auditorium like that, he encountered a completely different scene.

 

“Boss, Boss! The kids are too strong!”

 

“Deal with it.”

 

“Hey, go a little easier!”

 

“M-Master!”

 

Screams were flying everywhere.

 

What was unusual was that the students were enjoying themselves.

 

“…?”

 

The bizarre scene of Teaching Assistant Gilbert and Assistant Lecturer Kelvin dealing with students as if they were being chased.

 

“Are they playing tag or something…”

 

It was a scene possible because the two teachers’ skills were solid, but he didn’t expect them to be chased like that.

 

“Ah.”

 

Now that he looked, bracelets were hanging on both men’s wrists.

 

Conversely, the students no longer had bracelets on their wrists.

 

They looked like the mana suppression bracelets he had seen in the syllabus.

 

‘Did they deliberately give themselves a handicap? To make it easier to deal with the kids?’

 

Berhal, who had no way of knowing that Gilbert and Kelvin were also training, just nodded and said, “I see.”

 

Amidst all this, there was one noticeable fact.

 

“…Why are the kids acting like that?”

 

The swordsmanship level of the second years was quite extraordinary.

 

He’d need to watch a bit more to be sure, but their posture, speed when wielding swords, and what was clearly gathered on their swords was definitely….

 

“Mana?”

 

It wasn’t just one or two students.

 

It seemed like all the students’ swords were imbued with mana.

 

Rub rub.

 

Berhal rubbed his eyes.

 

Did I see wrong?

 

No.

 

That very faint light flowing along those swords was definitely….

 

“It’s mana, isn’t it?”

 

It was mana.

 

No way, surely not.

 

‘There’s no way all the second years have reached Walker Rank.’

 

Then suddenly a passage from the syllabus came to mind.

 

-Plan to have all second year students reach Walker Rank before the swordsmanship tournament.

 

Berhal had just chuckled and passed over that statement when he saw it.

 

No matter how good Teacher Ziel was and how well he’d taught over the past year, this was too fast.

 

At best, he’d thought it would be the mid-tier students.

 

But what was this?

 

“How could all second years reach Walker Rank at their level….”

 

Berhal stared blankly at the impossible scene and was startled.

 

“Department Head Berhal Abue.”

 

“Wh-wh-what a surprise! Teacher Ziel! When did you arrive!”

 

“Just now.”

 

“You were definitely down below just….”

 

“Yes. I was down below.”

 

“….”

 

It seemed like asking wouldn’t yield much benefit.

 

“Ahem, ahem. I came to check how preparations for the swordsmanship tournament are going.”

 

“I see.”

 

“Very… impressive. All the students have reached Walker Rank, correct?”

 

“Yes. They’re still lacking but adapting.”

 

Lacking?

 

Walker Rank is lacking!

 

“They need to become stronger than now to stand out in the swordsmanship tournament.”

 

“Isn’t this enough already? The very fact that they’ve reached Walker Rank at second year level means tremendous talent….”

 

“Reaching a level doesn’t determine results. If they’ve reached Walker Rank, they need to learn proper mana usage methods.”

 

That’s true.

 

“Hmm.”

 

So that’s why such a scene is unfolding.

 

“Hey, I told you to go easy!”

 

“Teaching Assistant! Here I come!”

 

“Hey, when would Teacher Kelvin attack like that! Stick behind!”

 

“I-I think I’m going to get demolished!”

 

It looks like comedy from afar, but those teaching assistants up close are probably having a hellish time.

 

Their experience and basic skills are far superior compared to the students, but they can’t use mana!

 

‘Even if they’re practice swords, it would be dangerous with mana imbued… Well, Teacher Ziel will handle it.’

 

Anyway.

 

“I’m looking forward to it. With this level, the youth division championship is… worth anticipating.”

 

“The youth division champion will be one of three. Student Delev Kundel, Student Celia Rihart, Student Maris Sopen. Definitely.”

 

Ziel always speaks with conviction.

 

So hearing the following words made his heart race.

 

“They’ll also rank high in the young adult division. I expect at least top 5.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. One of the three will definitely make it.”

 

He could be confident about the youth division, but to be so confident about the young adult division too!

 

“If we prepare countermeasures against opponents well, even the finals are possible.”

 

“Oh….”

 

“The most important thing in swordsmanship tournaments isn’t talent and skill, but strategy. I’ll be stationed at the arena throughout the tournament analyzing the students’ opponents.”

 

“…!”

 

Had there ever been such a professor at swordsmanship tournaments before?

 

Everyone just sent their kids to tournaments and paid moderate attention, but this was the first person to be so serious about it.

 

“You really… care about your students.”

 

“It’s a natural duty as a teacher.”

 

Ziel answered calmly and then bowed.

 

“I’ll be going now. Teaching Assistant Gilbert and Assistant Lecturer Kelvin will likely get injured soon.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes. They’re already quite exhausted. It’s more efficient to prevent injuries than to treat them.”

 

With those words, Ziel disappeared.

 

In the blink of an eye, he had gone down below.

 

And just as Ziel had said, Gilbert and Kelvin were not just being pushed back but were almost on the verge of complete defeat.

 

“Stop, sparring is over.”

 

“Ah! We were almost there!”

 

“I was going to hit with the flat side, not the blade!”

 

Ziel dismissed the disappointed outcries.

 

“Time’s up. We’re finishing now.”

 

Gilbert and Kelvin let out sighs of relief.

 

‘I really almost died.’

 

‘Those, those kids would have beaten me with the back of their swords…’

 

Of course, the students wouldn’t actually attack their teachers with mana-infused swords.

 

“For the remaining time, organize your mana while breathing. Managing mana is more important than using it.”

 

“Yes!”

 

The students’ training.

 

Gilbert and Kelvin’s training.

 

Everything was proceeding perfectly.

 

‘With this, the preparations are almost complete.’

 

Also, the remaining one person.

 

The ‘Dark Ghost’s’ tournament preparations were also nearly finished.

 

Fortunately, the general division was the highlight of the swordsmanship tournament, held after both the youth and young adult divisions were completed.

 

It was the event that crowned the empire-wide festival.

 

Ziel planned to continue watching the youth and young adult matches while caring for the students, and only after everything was finished would he become the ‘Dark Ghost’.

 

Of course, he still didn’t know that countless other ‘Dark Ghosts’ besides himself would be participating.

 

“Class is finished. That’s all.”

 

The day of the swordsmanship tournament.

 

As befitting such an event, the Emperor himself appeared at the grand opening ceremony to declare the opening.

 

And the youth division preliminaries began.

 

Each division’s tournament was split into preliminaries and the main tournament.

 

Naturally, much attention was focused on the main tournament, but the preliminaries with their fierce battles were also quite a spectacle.

 

Tickets for the Imperial Stadium where the preliminaries were held were so scarce they couldn’t be obtained, and secretive scalping naturally occurred!

 

“Come, come, this doesn’t happen every day. Day 2 preliminary tickets! You know, right? This is when the Telvir Academy contestants appear in large numbers?”

 

“Hey, I heard it was day 3?”

 

“Oh, you must not have heard the rumors. Someone I know is on the organizing side, and they said the most appear on day 2!”

 

A particularly hot topic!

 

It was the Telvir Academy students who were likely to win this tournament as well.

 

Edelwein Academy was occasionally mentioned, but people naturally thought Telvir would take the victory.

 

The gambling house odds for such tournaments reflected exactly that.

 

“Let’s see the youth division championship odds… Wow, that guy only gets 1.2 times even if he wins?”

 

“He’s extremely likely to win. I heard he’s the son of the Telvir Academy Dean?”

 

The Valentin family.

 

Compared to Kundel and Rihart, their reputation wasn’t very high, but under the current head Sigmund Valentin, their fame had risen rapidly.

 

Ras Valentin.

 

A second-year at Telvir Academy and the most likely championship candidate!

 

“Why is the odds difference with 2nd place like this? You’d be a fool not to bet on Ras, right?”

 

“Exactly. Oh my, the Edelwein kids are way down there? I heard that Delev guy from Kundel is really good.”

 

Meanwhile, Delev was 5th and Celia was 7th.

 

The rest of the top 10 were all Telvir Academy students.

 

Most people who visited the gambling houses bet on Telvir Academy contestants without any doubt.

 

And then disaster struck.

 

“He’s… eliminated… An upset has… occurred.”

 

Day 2 of the preliminaries.

 

In the preliminary match where 30 people competed together in Block B…

 

“Ras Valentin… is eliminated.”

 

Ras had been eliminated.

 

And the one who eliminated Ras was neither Delev nor Celia.

 

“Who’s that kid? Who is he!”

 

“Aaaahhhhh! Why is he eliminated!”

 

The anguished cries of gamblers who lost money echoed throughout.

 

“Look at the nameplate. Yurio… Harmatan? Was there such a kid?”

 

“I’m really going crazy! How can Ras be eliminated in the preliminaries!”

 

It didn’t even take several exchanges.

 

Yurio knocked down his opponent without even knowing who he was, then looked around.

 

‘I heard there’s a championship candidate in our block. I should be careful.’

 

Not knowing they had already been eliminated.

 

The Edelwein Academy Sword School Second Years had become stronger than they could even imagine.

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