On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 357

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed — Chapter 357
Struggle Stairs (2)
Starting with Quantus, the Group 1 students fell like autumn leaves in the wind.
Struggle Stairs.
The opponents were none other than the Renfield Family Knights!
The Northern Region knights were already formidable, but the Renfield Family was in another league entirely.
“Quantus, Ann, Maris—they all went down in a single strike.”
“Aren’t they at least Expert Intermediate Rank?”
“This is serious…….”
The students were aghast.
Break through an opponent like that on the first match?
And ten of them at that?
“We can go through Group 4 today. Group 2, come forward!”
While the first knight’s single strikes had felled over fifty students, the knights waiting behind wore expressions of boredom.
But the frightening thing was that the first knight showed no sign of change.
No one switched out.
His single strikes remained utterly unchanged.
“Is this what a difference in level looks like…….”
“Do you think we’ll manage to get past two of them by the end of today’s session……?”
It was the knights who should have been growing tired, yet they seemed anything but exhausted.
And when Group 5 had finished their attempt, Amil declared the training over.
“Today’s session is concluded. What have you learned from today’s training?”
“…….”
Silence.
Everyone was too preoccupied processing and settling the shock they’d received.
“No matter how well you perform at the Sword School, the world beyond its walls holds a far harsher reality. Abandon the arrogance you’ve harbored until now.”
This was what Amil had meant to convey in today’s class.
To suppress their pride.
And to begin anew from the start.
It was the first method to effectively control the over one hundred fifty students gathered from each year level.
“That concludes it. Dismissed.”
Thus the Renfield Family’s first day of training came to an end.
“I’m exhausted…….”
“I think we chose the wrong training.”
“We should’ve just gone with Rihart or Kundel…….”
Already, regretful students filled the hall.
Understandably so.
Today’s training had been far more demanding than any class they’d attended before.
At least, for everyone except the Second Years.
‘Hm?’
Amil noticed students still gathered in the auditorium, not yet dispersed.
He recognized them immediately.
The Second Years.
Quantus’s bulk was unmistakable even from a distance.
‘Why aren’t they leaving?’
Amil approached quietly, feigning indifference.
“Hey, honestly—wasn’t that pretty manageable?”
“All the Seniors looked ready to die, so I actually thought they were faking it.”
“Compared to Teacher Ziel’s class, it was honestly easy.”
Amil’s ears caught words that made him doubt his own hearing.
‘What did he just say?’
“When Quantus got hit once, that was surprising, but it doesn’t look impossible to handle.”
“Right. I’m thinking—maybe they made the first opponent that strong and then positioned the second and third to be weaker?”
“Oh. That makes sense. But even the first one seems like we could take him down with proper technique—you know, if we catch those openings?”
“Oh! I see them too!”
“Quantus, just crashing in with pure force won’t work though.”
“Right.”
It was almost laughable to witness.
Amil had intended to crush the students’ spirits with an initial show of overwhelming dominance to set the tone from the start.
But his plan wasn’t working.
‘It’s because of that teacher.’
Ziel had arrived midway through and observed the entire practical training today.
Was his class really that demanding?
‘When I observed, it felt considerable enough… but did the students experience a different intensity?’
“One thing’s for certain—if things keep going this way, it’ll be way easier than Teacher Ziel’s class.”
“Seriously. Absolutely. He doesn’t demand anything with that level of detail. You just do it, and you’re done.”
“The problem is that. You know, the second half of class—the Struggle Time or whatever. How do we take him down?”
“There’s a gap on the left side, right? It feels a little different when facing right-handers versus left-handers.”
This time it wasn’t a hollow laugh that surfaced, but genuine surprise.
‘They caught that?’
Amil had deliberately not made the Struggle Time so harsh that it was impossible to break through.
He’d given explicit instructions to the knights as well.
To expose as many gaps as possible.
That way, as students broke through, they could climb one step at a time.
He never expected them to see through it in a single day.
“Maris, what’s your take?”
“I agree with Yurio. Oh, and the sword slash is a bit slow when drawing diagonally.”
“Bottom to top? Or top to bottom?”
“Top to bottom. More precisely, there’s a slight hesitation in the motion of raising the sword. I’m not sure why.”
At this point, Amil was genuinely startled.
Her physical strength was the best, and her eye for detail was remarkable.
‘How exactly was he teaching these kids… to be able to see things like this?’
Unbelievable for Second Years!
A faint smile passed across Ziel’s lips as he watched these students.
“What are they discussing, Boss?”
“They’re doing well with what they’ve learned. Analyzing your opponent is the first step toward growth.”
A method Ziel had acquired through experience—defeated repeatedly by others, rolling across the ground.
It seemed they could learn a great deal from this practical training.
So Ziel deliberately pretended to leave the auditorium, drawing closer to the students and muttering as if to himself.
“Gilbert. The first opponent seems to have a problem with the left wrist, doesn’t he?”
“Um, does he?”
“Yes. I think targeting the left leg while watching the wrist movement would work.”
“Ah…”
“And the First Strike should be either a Diagonal Slash from upper right to lower left, or a Thrust accompanied by a kick. If they defend against that, you can even launch a Counterattack.”
“Uh, Boss—why are you suddenly repeating exactly what you said earlier?”
“Don’t feel like explaining.”
“Ah.”
Ziel was human, after all.
Naturally, the Second Years he was in charge of mattered more to him than other grades.
As Ziel left the auditorium, Yurio glanced after him briefly, then whispered again.
“Just now… that was it, right?”
“Seems like it…”
“Felt like he was giving us a tip as he left…”
Only Quantus reacted differently.
“Wait, he didn’t know we were here and was just talking to himself?”
“Please, read the room!”
For whatever reason, Ziel felt strangely approachable to the students today.

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The fourth day of the Renfield Family practical training.
An upset was occurring.
“Gasp!”
The Struggle Time.
For the first time, the first opponent had withstood the First Strike, the Second Strike, and the Third Strike without being brought down.
“Unbelievable—he’s still standing!”
“Hang in there, Yurio!”
Signs had appeared even on the second day.
In the Struggle Time, the first knight had begun striking students down not with the First Strike but with the Second Strike.
And that target wasn’t a Fourth Year, or a Fifth Year, or even a Sixth Year—it was a Second Year.
Everyone was shocked.
Everyone knew the talent and growth rate of the Second Years, but who would’ve thought they’d figure out the defense pattern so quickly!
‘Watch the left wrist,’ he’d said.
Yurio recalled Ziel’s advice and observed the wrist carefully.
Sure enough, the wrist’s movements looked subtly constrained, just as he’d described.
Whether it was intentional slowness or genuine difficulty, he couldn’t tell—but it was clearly the key to a counterattack.
And so, as he blocked the fourth slash and the first knight’s expression grew serious,
‘Now!’
Yurio’s blade flew toward his left side.
But.
Clang!
It was blocked.
“Ugh!”
And a sweeping kick sent Yurio flying backward.
“So close!”
“He almost had it!”
Among the sighs of regret from all sides, the first knight’s flustered face was visible.
Yurio was certain.
‘Next time, I’ll break through.’
At that piercing gaze, the knights of the Renfield Family let out a laugh of disbelief.
“What’s with that kid’s eyes?”
“There’s venom in them. Isn’t that the Harmatan one?”
“The ones from the Sword School’s Northern Region went to observe the other families’ training, but this one’s clearly different.”
It was a look of genuine admiration.
“My turn next!”
Quantus, eager to receive that same gaze, shot to his feet.
“Quantus, you saw what Yurio was doing, right? Aim for the left, the left.”
“Ann, I’ll forge my own path.”
“Sigh.”
As expected, Quantus was thrown back quickly.
The surprising part was that he’d managed to block up through the second strike and attempted a counterattack.
His counterattack motion was too large, slashing only empty air, but it was still impressive.
Other grades hadn’t even gotten past the first strike before collapsing!
‘Most of my students in this training will be Second Years, then.’
The Second Years participating in the Renfield Family training this time numbered fifteen in total.
A good many had gone to Kundel and Rihart, and he intended to make them realize that had been the wrong choice.
Amil called over one of the knights and gave him instructions.
“Tell Oron ahead of time. His turn is coming soon, so have him ready.”
“Understood, Lord Amil. I myself think another week or so should be plenty enough…….”
“What are you talking about? He has two days.”
“Two days?”
“Within two days, he will break through Brat and reach Oron.”
Brat was the knight serving as the first opponent.
By skill, he ranked slightly above average even within the Renfield Family Knights.
Compared to other families’ knight orders, he was a high-level master—and yet the boy was supposed to break through and reach the second rank within two days?
“Of course, you’ve already defined his role and given him orders to show certain weaknesses…… but surely that will still take a week, won’t it?”
“No, two days. Care to bet on it?”
…….
After deliberating, the bet was made.
And exactly two days later.
“Oh!”
“Wow, wow, wow!”
“Yurio did it!”
Yurio had finally succeeded in landing a counterattack against the first knight.
And seizing the momentum, he pulled off a second strike as well.
“Ugh!”
The first knight, Oron, was taken aback.
Allowing the first counterattack was somewhat as intended—he’d been instructed to do so.
But permitting a second strike was entirely unexpected.
‘This boy really is a genius, just as they said.’
Yurio Harmatan.
A prodigy had appeared in some small family in the Western Northern Region—and it turned out to be this boy.
The Second Strike revealed that genius in its truest form.
If the First Strike was the result of finding the right path through steady, methodical assault, the Second Strike was instinctive—he’d chosen the perfect opening and driven through in a single breath!
“I concede.”
Oron laughed softly, lowered his sword, and patted Yurio on the shoulder.
At that, Amil extended his hand.
“One thousand Cel.”
“…Here you are.”
“I hear the Capital has plenty to eat. Looks like I’ll have to indulge in some fine dining today.”
A satisfied smile bloomed across Amil’s face.
It wasn’t just from winning the wager and collecting the thousand Cel.
‘The other grades will feel the pressure now.’
It felt like he’d finally taken the first real step.
The other grades still had far to go, but at least those students walking the path of the sword would surely be galvanized by what they’d witnessed today.
Of course, today belonged to the Second Years.
“So close! I almost had it!”
“Quantus, I told you to target the left!”
“I walk my own path!”
Quantus would likely need more time, but other top-tier students like Maris and Ann seemed set to reach the Second Strike within the next day or two.
And the students would surely realize by the time the practical training ended.
Just how much their skill had improved.
‘Next week is focused training week, so I should expect even better results then.’
The Renfield Family’s practical training was proceeding steadily.
Meanwhile.
“…Hmm.”
Something different was unfolding in the Kundel Family’s training.
“That girl just now… what was that?”
“…It seems Lord Conwell was caught off guard, Family Head.”
“No, no. That wasn’t carelessness. This is… an unexpected result.”
Celia had just accomplished something extraordinary—completely subduing one of the Kundel Family Knights.

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