On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 352

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed — Episode 352
Jealousy (3)
The day of class observation dawned.
The Second Year class began with the Family Heads gathered together.
The “Advancement of Swordsmanship” class, conducted with a device developed by Zephyros attached to their swords.
It was the Family Heads themselves who had first requested this class observation.
“Surely there’s something unique hidden in there, isn’t there?”
“The Second Years’ level is rather exceptional, so there must be something to account for it.”
Apart from the practical training, the Family Heads were simply curious.
How could the Second Years’ level approach that of Third Years, nearly reach Fourth Years, with some even surpassing the Fourth Year average, and potentially defeat lower-tier Fifth Years?
Swordsmanship, like magic, hinged critically on talent.
And layered on top of that was breathing technique.
Any talent without both of these could at best reach Early Expert rank.
“Not all the Second Year students could have possessed both breathing technique and talent, so I’m curious what method was used.”
“There must be something, surely?”
There was definitely something.
Amos and Daren were curious as well.
When they asked the students, the answer was always identical.
‘It’s not just about pushing hard.’
There had to be some secret technique!
In fact, the most curious was Amil.
There was a point he couldn’t make sense of no matter how he thought about it.
‘With that level of skill, why is he a teacher?’
He couldn’t fathom why someone of that caliber, who had defeated him in a single strike, was at the Academy.
So he wanted to know.
Because one day he’d make that man his ally!
“We’ll begin class now.”
The class finally started.
The Family Heads’ anticipation soared—
“Gilbert, Kelvin. Begin.”
The students began charging at Gilbert and Kelvin.
“Huh?”
“What…?”
“All together…?”
The class was nothing special.
One hundred students divided into groups of twenty, charging at both Gilbert and Kelvin.
Each group went for five minutes before the next took their turn.
It repeated in that pattern.
“Watch the back, the back!”
“His strength is too much! Quantus, engage!”
“I’ll go in— Ugh!”
To look at it, it was chaos.
Students pressed forward endlessly while Gilbert and Kelvin simply suppressed the challenge through overwhelming skill difference.
Yet the students refused to yield and kept coming.
In moments like these, grades meant nothing.
Everyone charged forward with a single mind and purpose: to bring down Gilbert and Kelvin!
“What is this… so undignified……”
The Family Head of Bernard muttered, seeming somewhat bewildered.
The Family Heads of Dark and Schneider seemed equally confused.
They’d expected some special secret technique to be hidden here.
“Indeed. This is just… continuous combat, isn’t it?”
“Where’s the system in this……”
In contrast, Amos and Daren said nothing.
Though their surface impression didn’t differ greatly from those three, they suspected there was a reason for this approach.
This kind of training wasn’t common.
It lacked efficiency.
Simply relying on repetitive mastery and experience was only effective at the very beginning stage of learning swordsmanship.
‘Especially with a hundred students.’
It would be more helpful to work with each student individually, teaching them with precision.
Managing a hundred students uniformly was impossible.
So he thought.
“Now we’ll conduct feedback on the first session. First, student Delev Kundel.”
“Yes, Teacher!”
“While attacking from behind Teaching Assistant Gilbert, your footwork kept breaking. The angle of your left foot shifted bit by bit. That’s why the intensity of your diagonal slash dropped compared to before. Focus. Also, when you thrust forward, your hip rotation is delayed. Were you injured?”
“H-how did you know?”
“I can see it. Make sure to get treatment later. Next, student Maris Sopen.”
“Yes!”
“You’ve improved from before. But your thrust is still clumsy. Why did you change your method?”
“I was trying to incorporate Swift Swordsmanship……”
“Consider first whether that’s a style suited to you. In the existing swordsmanship you’ve learned, a thrust like Swift Swordsmanship is inefficient. Change it instead to moving a half-beat faster within your existing thrust method.”
“Yes!”
But the feedback continued ceaselessly.
“Student Lydia Rojas. Your attempt to circle behind Assistant Lecturer Kelvin was good. But your application of force was wrong. Not the back—your vital point is here, between the armpit and the side. Watch.”
“Oof!”
“Poor Kelvin……”
“It’s fine. I didn’t hit hard.”
Not a single student was left out—feedback continued for every one of them.
“You’re telling me… he remembers all of that?”
“How is that even possible?”
A hundred students.
No matter that the class was divided into five groups, remembering every individual movement of all the students should be impossible.
Yet Ziel was doing exactly that.
Moreover, they hadn’t fought one at a time—he’d observed twenty tangled together in chaotic combat and delivered feedback like that?
What was even more astounding was that the students heard the feedback and immediately accepted and nodded at it—
‘The students don’t find this strange either.’
The students too accepted it as perfectly normal.
They were used to it by now.
The Family Heads were all left slack-jawed.
Particularly Daren and Amos listened to Ziel’s feedback with eyes full of awe.
His memory was remarkable, but to identify individual issues in that chaotic melee and present such detailed improvements—
‘How is he even doing that?’
Impossible memory.
Impossible analytical ability.
And the improvements he proposed based on it.
Now he was beginning to understand.
Just how unreasonable this teacher’s ability was.
“This is insane.”
Amil was stunned.
Amil also taught his family’s knight order.
But he couldn’t teach like this.
Throwing dozens into a melee and remembering every single movement in that chaos, then delivering feedback all at once?
It was impossible.
And not random remarks either—detailed feedback that every one of the students fully understood!
This feeling of facing something far beyond human capability.
“Now I understand.”
Why the students taught by Teacher Ziel achieved such high results.
“The feedback is complete. We’ll proceed immediately. Group 1, forward.”
The group attack against Gilbert and Kelvin resumed.
The students now faced the two with noticeably greater speed and precision than before.
And each time, Gilbert and Kelvin would raise their level slightly to match—
In simple terms, the students had virtually no chance of winning.
Not at this stage, anyway.
But precisely because of this, they could more rapidly recognize their shortcomings and improve.
“This is a class that only Teacher Ziel could conduct.”
“Right. No matter how you look at it… it doesn’t make sense.”
Daren and Amos’s opinions aligned once again.
They couldn’t help but align.
To deny what you see with your own eyes would be even stranger!
The Family Heads of the other three houses stopped doubting as well.
They simply watched in silence.
In all this, there was one thing the Family Heads didn’t know.
It was the students’ swordsmanship being recorded on the device attached to their blades!
The real feedback happened there.
‘If I taught the knight order with this level of skill… something extraordinary might happen.’
Amil resolved himself.
By any means necessary, he would make Ziel his ally!
“Your Renfield Family Head seems deeply impressed, I must say.”
Amos, observing from the side, chuckled and made a comment. From his expression, Amil could roughly guess.
“That was exactly the expression I had when I first saw Teacher Ziel.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you want him?”
“……”
“I haven’t given up myself, but ordinary measures won’t budge him. Do you really think you can move a man who rejected even the Emperor’s proposal with merely the position of Northern Council Head?”
At the mention of the Emperor, Amil flinched.
‘The Emperor made him a proposal too?’
He’d heard the Imperial Family favored him, but not that far.
“Go ahead and try hard. Don’t waste effort half-heartedly.”
“Aren’t you being premature?”
That’s when Daren joined in.
“You think we haven’t tried?”
“……”
The two were getting along remarkably well today.

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The observation session concluded.
A night of wracking brains had begun.
Naturally, it was the Family Heads doing the wracking.
The documents themselves weren’t difficult.
The problem was this.
Standing out more than the other houses!
Even Amil, who had conducted himself with confidence and ease on this matter, was not free from this constraint.
‘A presentation, a presentation indeed….’
“The night grows late, Council Head. Shouldn’t you rest now?”
One of the attendants who had accompanied him beyond the mountain range offered concerned advice, but Amil wouldn’t budge.
‘Having come this far, I must gain something. I need to secure as many students as possible.’
Becoming Council Head wasn’t something to rest easy about.
The Lombardt and Bernstein families, who lost to him this time, would be sharpening their blades.
The moment they spotted a weakness, they’d dive in and diminish House Renfield’s standing.
The news of traveling beyond the mountain range had already spread across the entire Northern Region, and having come this far, he had to show results.
‘I’ve completed my audience with the Emperor… but they’ll definitely take issue with that.’
He’d conveyed his will as Council Head to the Emperor.
The North would cooperate with the Imperial Family.
For the Northern Region’s development and the Empire’s prosperity.
So now he just needed to focus on the ‘practical training’.
‘From the situation, it seems everyone wants to secure the Second Years under Teacher Ziel’s instruction….’
Amil asked his attendant.
“The Sword School’s Second Years’ skills approach the Fourth Year level, is that right?”
“Yes, Council Head. Some of the top-tier students have reportedly surpassed the Fourth Year average.”
“Quite an achievement.”
How on earth were they taught like that.
Already Walker Grade as Second Years, apparently every single one of them.
“Ordinary training wouldn’t satisfy them. I’ll be in real trouble if I prepare inadequately.”
Amil pondered for a moment.
‘With anything less than substantial intensity, they’ll feel neither growth nor interest….’
The students would certainly desire growth.
Of course, at their age they also wanted to enjoy themselves, but regardless, the students too needed to show results through the practical training.
As Amil deliberated, he suddenly recalled the coming-of-age ceremony conducted in the Northern Region.
“The coming-of-age ceremony.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, that would be good. There’s a ‘trial’ that comes with the ceremony, isn’t there?”
“S-sir, isn’t that rather dangerous…?”
“They might even welcome it. And skill only rises by taking risks.”
The Northern Region had coming-of-age ceremonies.
Conducted for those who volunteered, success grants great honor, and both family and individual step forward into a promising future.
An event and condition befitting the Northern Region.
It was none other than the Staircase of Struggle.
“You mean that ceremony where Council Head set an unprecedented record, sir?”
“Yes. Each time I climbed a step, I felt strength surge strangely.”
The Staircase of Struggle.
In the Northern Region, there exists a platform for the coming-of-age ceremony.
That platform, however, is reached only after climbing twenty enormous stairs—stairs wide and long enough to fit thirty people standing in three rows.
Those stairs and platform, carved into a cliff on a mountainside.
On each step, a single person waits.
You must defeat them to ascend to the next step.
After striking down opponent after opponent, the moment you stand upon the platform, you face boundless glory.
Amil was the first person to clear the Staircase of Struggle in under an hour.
“But wouldn’t it be difficult to recreate that?”
“Who said anything about recreating it? I’m borrowing the format. The students will compete against each other.”
“Ah…!”
Reduce twenty to around ten opponents.
Fill those ten with knights from House Renfield’s side.
Of course, defeating even the first opponent would be difficult.
But opportunity will surely come.
Face the same opponent repeatedly, and gaps will reveal themselves.
The student who strikes through that gap and brings down their foe will finally face ‘growth’.
“The framework is set. Unless something urgent comes up, don’t disturb me.”
“Understood, Council Head.”
Amil finally seized a pen and began frantically writing documents.
His goal was simple.
House Renfield would shine brightest!
The night grew deeper.

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