On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 345

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed — Episode 345
We’re doomed.
At last, the second semester had begun.
Now that each year level would be overseen by a single professor through graduation, all class orientations were held in one location.
As expected, the Second Years gathered in the familiar 2nd Year Auditorium.
The vivid memories of rolling and running desperately through this same space last semester—soon to become the 3rd Year Auditorium—came rushing back.
“Ah, that familiar stench. Blegh.”
“How much are we going to get thrown around this semester……”
As the second semester began, worry weighed heavy as mountains.
Sure, it felt good later when you sensed the growth, but while it was happening? Pure hell.
Some students had come to feel genuine strength building within them and were looking forward to it, but……
“This time too, it’ll be something we never imagined, right?”
“Probably.”
“Ugh…… we’re really done for.”
Most were anxious about what lay ahead.
Getting stronger was fine, but students will be students—they wanted to have fun.
“Why’s everyone so worried? We’re getting stronger!”
“That one’s right, but somehow it’s annoying anyway.”
“It’s Quantus.”
Nod.
There were certainly students like Quantus among them.
But there was another matter.
“…….”
“…….”
Two figures sat wordlessly exhausted, staring blankly into empty space.
“Why are those two like that?”
“Don’t know? Apparently they met with Teacher Ziel before the semester even started.”
“Did the teacher give them personal training?”
Not exactly.
The two had gotten a taste of what the second semester would bring.
‘That was hell……’
‘How could anyone train like that……’
Something was attached to their swords.
At first, they just repeated swinging—thousands of times.
In half a day alone.
Because he needed to collect some kind of data, he said.
Next came thrusts.
Then diagonal slashes.
Then lower-section slashes.
They kept repeating it all.
They asked why.
Training, he said.
Efficient training that refined fundamentals while collecting data, he said.
By the time they came to their senses, their arms felt ready to burst and the vacation they had left—precious little to begin with—slipped away, and the second semester started anyway.
“Yurio.”
“Huh?”
“I think our second semester is going to be rough too……”
It would have been better not to know.
Nothing was more dreadful than knowing the future before it arrived.
Like knowing exactly when you would die.
And this future—there was no way to stop it.
Teacher Ziel was essentially a natural disaster.
“Everyone’s gathered.”
Just then, Teacher Ziel entered the auditorium!
As always, he came with the two teachers… but this time there was an addition.
“Isn’t that an Arcane School professor?”
“Yeah? That’s Professor Emeric Kent.”
“What’s this? Something ominous.”
The ominous feeling soon became reality.
“We will now begin the second semester orientation.”
No formalities like “Did you spend your vacation well?” or “How did everyone spend it?” or “Did anything happen?” or “Did anyone get hurt?”
Of course, such words would never suit Ziel anyway.
“As I mentioned last semester, your goal is to reach Upper Walker Rank by the end of this semester.”
The students showed little reaction.
It was already a known goal, and everyone had been training toward it anyway.
But the words that followed were the problem.
“However, given that first semester’s achievements exceeded expectations, I’m changing the goal.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ve grown faster than I anticipated.”
It was true.
After synthesizing end-of-semester results, seven students had already reached Upper Rank.
Over twenty students were on the verge of crossing from Mid-level to Upper Rank.
Considering the training during the vacation period, he thought they’d reach it far more quickly.
‘So does that mean early Expert?’
‘No, Expert level as Second Years? That can’t be right?’
‘This seems too fast……’
Just as various thoughts bloomed in the students’ minds—
“You will learn Magic.”
“Pardon?”
“Say what?”
Everyone thought they’d mishear.
“Exactly as I said. You will learn Magic.”
Ziel briefly turned his head toward Emeric.
Emeric stepped forward with an awkward smile.
“Pleased to meet you all. I’m Professor Emeric Kent, and I’ll be teaching you <Magic Theory and Fundamentals> as a pilot program this semester. As you all probably know, I oversee the Third Year class at the Arcane School.”
“…….”
The auditorium fell into a silence as if a typhoon had swept through.
‘Learn what……?’
‘Magic?’
‘Really? We’re really learning Magic?’
‘Did I mishear?’
A declaration that defied common sense!
Magic taught at the Sword School?
By students whose bodies had already transformed to accommodate Mana usage?
“In my classes, you’ll learn the basic theory of Magic and Mana directly and have the opportunity to apply what you learn. I look forward to working with you.”
The auditorium fell quiet for a moment.
Shock had swept through.
“Um… Teacher, I may be ignorant about Magic, but isn’t it impossible for us, who aspire to be Knights, to learn Magic……?”
More than reluctance—a fundamental impossibility!
It was something that couldn’t happen in the first place.
By the students’ common sense, by any reasonable person’s sense, it couldn’t.
Like how Teacher Ziel likes chicken skewers and Quantus is usually an idiot—eternal truths!
But several students were quietly waiting for Ziel’s answer.
It was always like this.
A pattern: first present an impossible goal deductively, then provide a convincing reason!
“You won’t need to use Magic.”
Exactly as expected.
“What you’ll learn is the theory of Magic, its operating principles, and Mana itself.”
“Oh……”
“And we’ll test your understanding of Mana’s principles in the midterm and final exams.”
Sighs escaped from various corners.
Ziel continued unperturbed.
“Understanding Mana will allow you to develop your Swordsmanship faster and with greater precision.”
That was fair.
But how?
“So we’re taking an exam?”
“We’re done for. Honestly, I came to Sword School because they said I didn’t have to open books……”
“Hey, you idiot. What kind of business does your family not run?”
It was true.
Some students hated reading so much they’d chosen Swordsmanship.
Of course, they had talent, or they wouldn’t have made it here, but now to have to read those difficult Magic texts……!
“Any questions?”
“So… do we need to reach Upper Walker Rank and pass the Mana exam all within this semester?”
“Correct. Student Lydia Rojas.”
A new goal presented!
Just when he thought they were getting used to it, the teacher showed no mercy!
There was no need to say why Ziel did such things.
He was a teacher.
Moreover, he was a teacher who understood how to provide appropriate motivation when setting goals.
Ziel knew it well.
Simply saying “your Swordsmanship will grow stronger” wasn’t enough to motivate students.
So he decided to create a venue where they could display that strengthened Swordsmanship.
“The Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament has no scheduled date yet.”
“……?”
“So I’ve decided to create an event for testing Swordsmanship.”
Students fell into confusion again.
Only two events were scheduled for the second semester.
One was Practical Training.
The other was Festa.
‘Top practical training students competing?’
‘Or sparring with the Knight Order?’
‘A swordsmanship competition during Festa?’
But once again, student predictions fell wide of the mark.
“I don’t want to say right now.”
“Pardon?”
“Because nothing is confirmed yet.”
“…….”
The teacher had been leaving them hanging quite a few times today.
“One thing I can tell you is that it won’t be held internally. Not Practical Training, not Festa. That’s all.”
“Oh……”
Some students caught on.
If it wasn’t an internal event and wasn’t a swordsmanship competition, then where was it……?
‘Where on earth?’
‘At the Imperial Palace?’
‘What is he talking about?’
That was it.
A few days prior, Ziel had sent a letter.
To Telbier Academy.
A proposal: what if they conducted an Exchange Tournament as a pilot program for the Second Year class?
There was no particular calculation behind it.
Internal events were already saturated, and Telbier Academy had simply come to mind, so he’d sent the letter.
“Next, I’ll announce the Practical Training and Festa details. This semester’s practical training will take place at six family houses designated by the Academy.”
Rumors about the practical training had already spread among students.
So everyone had already tentatively decided on one or two families they’d like to join.
But six families?
“Teacher, wasn’t it originally five families? Kundel, Rihart………”
“Hey! Rihart should come first!”
Kus, who’d asked, flinched, but Delev nodded beside him to continue.
“…… Schneider, Dark, Bernar. That’s what I thought we knew?”
“Correct. But as of yesterday, one more family was added.”
“Which one?”
It couldn’t possibly be Valentin, surely.
“The Renfield Family. Family Head Amil Renfield made the proposal himself.”
“Wow……!”
“The… Northern Region?”
Kundel.
Rihart.
The moment a new competitor appeared in what was to be a two-house division of this practical training—
In this Academy, the Northern Region seemed like uncharted territory to most students!
And now they were sending Knights!
“And while originally students were to visit each family directly, for efficiency’s sake, all six families will dispatch their Knights to the Academy.”
“Oh.”
This too was thanks to Ziel.
Originally, students would have chosen between Rihart or Kundel and visited them, but as competition increased, each family would instead send dispatches.
Though Ziel hadn’t intended it.
“Family selection is free. That’s all. Detailed curriculum will be announced as each family sends theirs.”
Celia and Delev’s gazes met for a moment.
This was naturally a matter of pride!
From now on, both had the task of recruiting their friends to their own families by any means necessary.
And now a family that had just produced a new Northern Council head was also participating!
“Next is Festa. This semester’s Festa will be student-led. Similar to before, but your role has expanded.”
Students perked up at Ziel’s words.
Whether practical training or Festa, the work was the same, but there was still an excitement in the word “Festa.”
“Should we do a Sword Dance again this time!”
“That’s something you’ll decide among yourselves. That’s this semester’s Festa goal.”
He leaped up.
“Let’s explore ruins!”
Surprisingly, no one paid him any attention.
There was no need to say who it was.
“How about a Sword Dance like last time? I think a Sword Dance would be great?”
“We already did a Sword Dance once. Since he said to decide among yourselves, we need something more novel and eye-catching.”
“Then how about an exhibition?”
“An exhibition of what?”
“Quantus?”
“Nah, I’m not feeling it.”
Nonsense continued to fly back and forth, but everyone seemed energized.
Festa.
What an exciting word.
Gilbert and Kelvin, who’d lived lives far removed from Academy life, also felt a strange thrill watching them.
“Prepare as you see fit, but bring your plans to discuss with me as they develop.”
“Yes! But teacher, who will be the leader?”
He leaped up.
“Obviously me!”
Again, no one paid him any attention.
Because it wasn’t practical training—it was Festa!
“Student Quantus Hopel.”
“Yes, teacher!”
“Sit down.”
“Yes.”
“There is no leader. Gather opinions freely and decide freely. Once a Festa theme is finalized, decide autonomously among yourselves.”
Quantus hadn’t given up yet.
It was just a bit of a delay in becoming leader!
“Everyone, anticipate my ruins exploration Festa!”
Again, no attention was paid.
“No feeding him, no feeding him.”
“Ann, go stop him.”
“Why am I always the one stopping him?”
In practical training, it might be trustworthy.
But entrusting Festa to Quantus’s hands—that could never happen!
‘Ruins exploration. Not bad.’
Had the students known what Ziel was thinking right now, perhaps the first student to rebel since Delev in early first semester would have appeared.
Ziel then proceeded with orientations for the other Swordsmanship classes to be held in the second semester, and closed his lesson plan.
“That concludes the orientation.”
“Yes!”
“Teacher! Let’s go get snacks!”
“There’s one more announcement.”
Anxiety crept in right then.
“Zephyros, come in.”
Zephyros entered.
Karen and Yurio flinched.
That device in his hands was definitely……
“We’re doomed.”
Karen’s blank murmur escaped.

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