On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 245

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 245

 

You Cannot Beat Me

 

The shock didn’t end with Delev’s victory.

 

Next was Celia.

 

Her opponent was a 5th year from the same Telvir Academy.

 

“It’s an opponent who uses the same Swift Swordsmanship. But there’s a difference from you.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“They’re faster than you.”

 

“….”

 

“But because they’re fast, they’re missing many things.”

 

“They’ll underestimate me, right?”

 

“No. They’ll think seriously. Student Delev Kundel just beat someone from the same year.”

 

Why was I starting to resent Delev for no reason?

 

“Student Celia Rihart. What you need to do is check your opponent’s tempo. I’ll tell you about it, but you need to get used to it first.”

 

“Tempo….”

 

“Your opponent’s Swift Swordsmanship continues for a total of 52 strikes. Then it returns to the first movement. There’s a gap created when returning to that first movement.”

 

Easy to say, but it was no different from saying I had to endure 52 attacks.

 

“Is there another way?”

 

“None. If you face them head-on, you’ll lose.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“Focus on defense, and counterattack just once. In that gap when they return, aim for the lower body, preferably the left leg. The core of their swordsmanship pivots on the left ankle. If you injure the left leg, both the speed and destructive power of their swordsmanship will drastically decrease.”

 

How does Teacher know all this?

 

Can he analyze this much from just watching the preliminaries once?

 

I had no doubts.

 

It was just that the peak of my amazement kept getting updated each time.

 

It was the same now.

 

Clang clang clang clang!

 

Celia barely managed to block the relentless barrage of attacks.

 

Swift Swordsmanship with a different nature from hers, much faster with added experience!

 

But somehow she was managing to block it.

 

If it weren’t for the 【Senses Training】 class, she never would have been able to block it.

 

Her opponent seemed a little surprised too.

 

Of course, this was only possible because Celia also used Swift Swordsmanship.

 

“I wouldn’t have been able to block that.”

 

Delev shook his head.

 

Now that I looked at it, his tournament bracket seemed really favorable.

 

Clang!

 

Meanwhile, Celia finally blocked the 52nd attack—

 

‘Now!’

 

Just as Ziel said, she thrust her sword toward the left leg for the first time.

 

Slash!

 

The sword that penetrated through the gap sliced quite deeply across the thigh.

 

Her opponent flinched for a moment, but from now on, it was Celia’s time.

 

“She’s won.”

 

Starting with Ziel’s murmur, the situation completely reversed.

 

“That’s right!”

 

From the spectator seats, Daren cheered, forgetting all dignity.

 

Amos also clenched his fists tightly.

 

It wasn’t that he didn’t support Celia, he just found Daren annoying to look at!

 

“My goodness, what kind of kids are these Edelwein Academy second years?”

 

“No matter how talented they are, for a second year to beat a 5th year again…!”

 

The spectators now realized it too.

 

Experience and talent were important, but more important than that was strategy!

 

Of course, this was only possible because both of their talents were high enough to support that strategy….

 

‘It’s working, she’s overwhelming them!’

 

What created this situation was ultimately Ziel’s strategy.

 

Teacher had said so.

 

That there are no absolutes in fighting.

 

‘Then can a Walker Rank beat a Master Rank too?’

 

‘It’s possible.’

 

‘Oh!’

 

‘But you cannot beat me.’

 

‘Ah.’

 

I think I now understood what he meant when he said it was fully possible if you analyzed your opponent and targeted their weaknesses.

 

“Ugh!”

 

And so finally, Celia was able to point her sword at her opponent’s neck after successfully landing three attacks.

 

“…I surrender.”

 

The victor was decided.

 

“Winner, Celia Rihart!”

 

It was yet another reversal.

 

“I won….”

 

Celia muttered in a daze.

 

She still couldn’t believe it.

 

“As expected of a Rihart! That’s our daughter! Hahaha!”

 

She could faintly hear her father’s hearty laughter.

 

But there was only one thought in Celia’s mind.

 

‘Will I be matched against one of my brothers in the next round?’

 

The fact that two brothers from Telvir Academy had made it to the main tournament.

 

She hadn’t told her teacher, but he might already know.

 

However, she hadn’t bothered to mention it.

 

She didn’t want to show her nervousness.

 

“Heh, surprised?”

 

Celia spotted her brothers who happened to meet her eyes and smiled mischievously.

 

She had enrolled in Edelwein instead of Telvir to escape that shadow.

 

They probably didn’t know.

 

That she would make it this far.

 

She couldn’t see their expressions clearly from the distance, but they must be quite shocked, right?

 

“This is impossible!”

 

Meanwhile, a professor from Telvir Academy in the spectator seats shot up from his chair.

 

The student who just lost was a promising talent even among the 5th year students!

 

He was from the Rubier family, said to be not far behind Rihart in swift swordsmanship.

 

How could a student who was Telvir Academy’s pride….

 

“Sit down. The more you do that, the more embarrassing it becomes.”

 

“But Dean, this doesn’t make sense….”

 

“It was a clear defeat. Wasn’t it?”

 

One of the professors raised a question.

 

“Even so, this seems a bit too much, Dean. Look, that teacher over there is giving some kind of advice, isn’t information being leaked!”

 

“Then why are you sitting here?”

 

Sigmund revealed his quiet anger.

 

“If you really feel that way, why don’t you professors go down there and advise your students like that teacher? Is what he’s doing wrong?”

 

“….”

 

Sigmund was clearly reprimanding them.

 

Look at people’s reactions.

 

They were ecstatic.

 

Two unexpected victories had come in a row!

 

“What you professors should be doing right now isn’t getting indignant or surprised. You should go down there right now to encourage your students and assess their opponents. But has any of you professors watched the preliminaries?”

 

There were none.

 

Everyone had thought their students would handle things naturally and had come to the capital to enjoy fine dining or turn their attention elsewhere.

 

“No one, I see. Then stay seated here. Going down there won’t be of any help.”

 

No one could refute Sigmund’s words, and even if they could, they wouldn’t have.

 

They had never seen the dean look so cold before.

 

Therefore, none of the professors remained seated.

 

“Ahem, cough. I should go comfort the eliminated students….”

 

“I, I have a student in the next match….”

 

They all got up in a rush and headed down toward the arena, but Sigmund said nothing to that sight.

 

He only pondered the rising doubts while chewing on his quiet anger.

 

‘No matter how I look at it, their skills are inferior. Even if there’s a difference in talent, the difference in experience can’t be ignored… Just how did he instruct them to win like that?’

 

Sigmund knows.

 

The two students who just lost in succession did well.

 

It’s not that they failed to hide their openings.

 

From a general perspective, those couldn’t be called openings.

 

Those openings that could only be discovered through very careful observation and watching their swordsmanship dozens of times repeatedly!

 

The fact that they targeted those openings precisely meant either information had leaked….

 

‘Or their observational skills are tremendous.’

 

And in the first place, the only people who could pass on such information would be the supervising professor or very close acquaintances.

 

The possibility was low.

 

But the latter possibility was equally low.

 

In the end, Sigmund couldn’t reach any conclusion about this, but he did reach another conclusion.

 

‘That teacher is interesting.’

 

The conclusion that he should meet this teacher named Ziel!

 

“Steelheart, Steelheart….”

 

From a family with such low recognition that even Sigmund had barely heard of it a few times.

 

What could it be?

 

What kind of abilities could someone from such a family possess to receive the princes’ favor and be courted by all the great families?

 

‘If I offer several times more than the current conditions, I should be able to bring him over.’

 

Unfortunately, Sigmund was unaware that even the Prince and great families, who had offered far more powerful conditions, had failed.

 

Much less that Ziel had no intention of leaving.

 

Having a Sword School Second Year make it into the main tournament’s top 20 was a miracle.

 

At the same time, it was a miracle that should have stopped there.

 

Since the preliminaries were chaotic battles, you could advance just by avoiding fights well. That’s what people thought.

 

But Delev won his first main tournament match, followed by Celia claiming victory.

 

And surprisingly, Yurio also won, making the audience even more ecstatic.

 

“My money, my moooooney!”

 

“What are the odds on that Yurio kid? How much would I make if he wins it all!”

 

“My goodness, if that kid actually wins the championship…”

 

And so the Sword School Second Year trio advanced to the second round of the main tournament.

 

With 4 more students from other grades joining them, Edelwein Academy had a total of 7 advancing students!

 

The remaining 3 were from Telvir Academy, and their gloom was indescribable.

 

Among them, 2 felt determination alongside their despair.

 

They were Celia’s two elder brothers.

 

“Elder Brother, what if we really end up facing Celia?”

 

“We’ll have to win. Are we going to lose?”

 

“That’s not what I meant…”

 

“We’ll be using the same swordsmanship anyway.”

 

In other words, the same Rihart-style Swift Swordsmanship.

 

“We’re the ones who learned more.”

 

“I suppose that’s true.”

 

“Nothing to worry about. Since when did we think we’d lose to our younger sister? Well… you might lose.”

 

“What?”

 

“You’re scared. I’m not.”

 

“No, I’m not scared either.”

 

“Sure, whatever. It would be amusing if you lost. Celia would probably tease you for life.”

 

Absolutely not.

 

He’d lose his justification for bossing around Celia as family!

 

The thought of losing his only subordinate as the second son was unbearable.

 

“Just wait until we’re matched up.”

 

And it really happened.

 

“What, Celia. You’re facing Second Brother?”

 

“…”

 

“Hey, Celia.”

 

“Hehehe…”

 

Celia’s lips were curled upward.

 

A showdown with her second elder brother was scheduled.

 

What a perfect opportunity!

 

“This time I’ll properly crush him…”

 

Delev felt a chill at that grinning expression and took a step back.

 

Meanwhile, Delev found himself in a similar situation.

 

“…It’s Second Brother.”

 

It wasn’t just Second Years who advanced from Edelwein Academy.

 

Among them was Fourth Year Aken Kundel.

 

He was the only Fourth Year to advance to the main tournament.

 

Grin.

 

Like Celia, his lips curled upward.

 

This was an opponent he’d beaten once before.

 

Though it wasn’t a perfect one-on-one since it was an exchange match.

 

So today would be the time to definitively establish that hierarchy.

 

Beating family, especially an elder brother, was truly thrilling!

 

He didn’t care about the consequences.

 

“It had to turn out this way, Family Head.”

 

“Mm. It’ll be a tragic confrontation between blood relatives.”

 

The guard knight tilted his head at Amos’s words.

 

“Tragic?”

 

“The one who loses will be teased by the winner for life. So it’s tragic.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“That’s how sibling relationships work.”

 

Sister relationships were no different.

 

“If anything, I hope our daughter wins and completely crushes that second son’s pride…”

 

“Wouldn’t Young Master be too sad then?”

 

“Let him be sad. That boy can afford to lose.”

 

“…So you’re not hoping for the young lady to win?”

 

“Ahem!”

 

Then an incident occurred that fueled both their fighting spirits.

 

Yurio lost in the second round after a close match.

 

“Winner, Ruben Trimoli!”

 

His opponent was a Sixth Year from Edelwein Academy.

 

Even so, Yurio fought well enough to land two successful attacks, but couldn’t overcome the pure difference in class.

 

“Well done, Student Yurio Harmatan.”

 

“It’s disappointing, Teacher.”

 

“It’s not disappointing. You did well. If it had been real combat, you would have won.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. The strike you would have delivered in real combat would have been much stronger.”

 

Yurio shook off his disappointment after hearing Ziel’s words.

 

He had already done more than enough.

 

Not only had a second year made it to the main tournament, but he had won his first match and narrowly lost his second.

 

This alone was enough to make a definite impression.

 

He had risen as a talent of the new generation!

 

Anyway, Yurio’s defeat gave both Delev and Celia tremendous determination.

 

‘This is my chance to stand out.’

 

‘If I win here, that means I did better than Yurio?!’

 

They were both still young.

 

But thanks to that, even such small triggers could provide sufficient motivation.

 

‘Why are her eyes like that?’

 

Thus, Joshuah Rihart, who was matched against Celia, stepped onto the arena with an eerie feeling.

 

Celia’s eyes looked strange.

 

“Hehehe.”

 

As they say, the second child and youngest never get along well.

 

Celia grinned as she recalled Ziel’s advice.

 

‘Your opponent’s Swift Swordsmanship is faster and more accurate than yours. But you have a slight advantage in strength.’

 

Naturally, her brother had the upper hand, but he couldn’t be superior in everything.

 

It was time to use the method she had stolen from Delev’s Heavy Sword Technique and established in her own way.

 

Here, Celia boldly threw out a remark.

 

“Hey.”

 

“Hey? Are you crazy…”

 

“If I win, call me big sister from now on.”

 

As they say, the second child and youngest never get along well.

 

“Are you insane?”

 

“Are you scared?”

 

“…”

 

At those magical words, Joshuah ended up nodding.

 

“Who’s scared? But if you lose…”

 

“People who say things like that always lose.”

 

“Ah.”

 

A childish conversation that was hard to believe was happening in a Youth Division match continued.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————