On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 40

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 040

 

 

I Bet on the First Years

 

 

Right before the sparring match.

A moment to discuss strategy.

 

“Ann. I’ll take on Celia, so you handle Yurio.”

“We each take one?”

“That’s best. It’s sparring, so we just need to win. We can match opponents to our level.”

 

Ann felt a bit indignant at Delev’s words.

 

‘I’m right after you two in skill!’

 

Ann was the eldest daughter of the Peshwa Family and quite skilled among the First Years.

She was proudly selected as an Exchange Tournament member in the preliminaries, ranking 5th no less.

It wasn’t wrong, but it was still annoying.

 

“What’s my level supposed to be?”

“Not enough to face Celia.”

“Ha, well that’s true, but…”

“You’ll win, right? Then stop complaining and do it.”

“…”

 

However, Ziel’s thoughts were a bit different.

 

‘Fighting individually won’t lead to a conclusion.’

 

Team sparring has one purpose.

Creating cooperation.

If they were just going to face opponents one-on-one, this class wouldn’t even be held.

On the other hand.

 

“Celia, I have an idea… want to hear it?”

“By all means.”

“Mm. Well, how about we join forces and take down Ann first?”

“Ann? Not Delev? I was thinking we’d face them individually.”

“That’s good too, but Ann is fast. If she attacks while we’re dealing with Delev, it’ll probably be hard to ignore.”

“Take out the fast one first?”

“Exactly.”

“Good. Let’s do that. What about Delev?”

“Ah, after we take down Ann, I’ll go in first…”

 

This team had a contrasting atmosphere.

Celia nodded along surprisingly obediently.

Yurio was a bit flustered that his opinion was accepted right away, but soon gripped his sword and prepared.

 

“Alright, sparring begins.”

 

And the difference in the two teams’ strategies was clearly evident from the start.

 

“What?”

 

Delev was waiting for Celia to approach, but was flustered when the two suddenly charged at Ann.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Ann fell in an instant.

Celia’s Rihart-style Swift Sword.

And Yurio’s attack from behind, disrupting her stance.

Ann was strong.

But she couldn’t withstand their surprise combined attack.

 

“Ann went down instantly…”

“What was that movement from Yurio?”

“I couldn’t even see Celia’s sword…”

 

Delev was left alone in an instant.

 

“Not bad?”

 

Celia grinned as she looked at Yurio, and Yurio smiled back awkwardly.

That sight stoked Delev’s anger.

 

‘Just two of them. I can win.’

 

But this too was part of the strategy.

 

‘Delev gets excited easily.’

 

That’s what Yurio had said.

If he realized Ann had fallen, he’d probably charge right in.

At one of the two.

That target would be Yurio.

 

‘The weak one first!’

 

However, Delev’s thinking was wrong.

 

Clang!

 

The moment their swords clashed, Delev sensed something strange.

 

‘He’s not being pushed back?’

 

After correcting his Breathing Technique.

After treating his illness.

Yurio returned after resting for another two days.

With that weak physical strength, he succeeded in entering Edelwein Academy through swordsmanship alone – such talent!

 

‘I’ll counterattack here.’

 

That talent was now beginning to manifest against Delev.

 

‘Fast.’

 

Clang!

 

Delev hastily parried Yurio’s sword strike.

It was such a sharp blow that if he hadn’t raised his concentration in that instant, he would have allowed the attack to land.

That wasn’t all.

Celia’s presence, circling around looking for openings, was getting on Delev’s nerves.

More than necessary.

Holding Yurio’s hand.

Smiling toward him as if showing off.

 

‘I don’t like it!’

 

Delev’s sword thrust out forcefully.

 

Clang!

 

Yurio’s sword met Delev’s and slid away smoothly, but he hadn’t missed the attack.

Rather, he deflected that force to make Delev stagger-

 

Thud!

 

Yurio struck Delev’s chest hard with his palm.

 

“Kuk.”

 

His breath was instantly cut short.

Had he allowed a hit?

 

“Yurio’s incredible!”

“Delev’s being pushed back!”

 

Cheers erupted and Delev’s anger flared.

 

“Damn it…”

 

Delev, who had retreated several steps, counterattacked fiercely. He barely managed to block it again, but cold sweat ran down Yurio’s back.

 

‘Incredibly fast.’

 

As expected of Delev.

If he hadn’t treated his illness, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to block properly.

By now, his breathing would surely be labored and his concentration would have dropped.

 

Clang, clank!

 

Kundel Heavy Sword Technique.

The weight behind each sword strike was tremendous.

 

“Kuk.”

 

It wasn’t just heavy.

It was sharp.

The 7-Form Heavy Swordsmanship he had begun learning after gaining enlightenment from Ziel!

If this continued, Yurio’s defeat was a foregone conclusion.

 

‘Ridiculously strong.’

 

Just as Delev began pressing forward and the balance seemed to tip again-

 

“Yurio, to the side!”

 

Yurio rolled to the side, and with perfect timing, Celia intervened as Rihart-style Swift Swordsmanship unfolded.

 

Thud, thud thud!

 

There was no chance to counterattack.

Maintaining the same speed she had charged in with, Celia’s swift sword triple strike hit Delev’s upper body in succession.

It all happened in a single moment.

In the end.

 

Thump.

 

Delev’s legs gave out.

 

“Damn…”

 

The sparring was over.

 

“Students Celia Rihart and Yurio Harmatan’s team wins.”

 

Students cheered at Ziel’s declaration.

 

“Amazing!”

“Insane! What was that teamwork!”

“Yurio’s movement is unbelievable! He’s completely different! What the hell!”

 

Ziel approached the victorious pair, leaving the cheers behind.

 

“Your teamwork was excellent. Especially the moment when student Yurio Harmatan withdrew and student Celia Rihart entered was perfectly timed. Taking down student Ann Peshwa with a coordinated attack at the beginning was also good strategy.”

 

Though his voice remained calm as always, it was clearly sincere praise.

Celia nodded with her ears slightly red from the elation of victory and the joy of praise.

 

“It’s thanks to you teaching me well, Teacher.”

“I know.”

“….”

 

What’s with this man.

 

“Student Yurio Harmatan, how’s your stamina?”

“Very good, Teacher. I’m barely even out of breath. It’s thanks to you, Teacher.”

“I know.”

 

Seriously, what’s with him.

 

“Still, Student Yurio Harmatan. It’s also thanks to your hard work during this time.”

 

Why does he say it’s thanks to his hard work for him, but for me….

 

“Both students did well.”

 

After praise came criticism.

Of course, not for those two, but for the other two.

 

“Student Delev Kundel.”

“…Yes, Teacher. There was much I lacked.”

“I know.”

“….”

“What you lacked most was cooperation. Instead of you and Student Ann Peshwa moving separately, if you had coordinated to attack one person together, there would have been better results.”

“Yes.”

“At least you wouldn’t have been defeated like this.”

 

Next was Ann.

 

“Student Ann Peshwa.”

“Yes, Teacher….”

“When you briefly discussed strategy earlier, you were overwhelmed by Student Delev Kundel’s authority and couldn’t offer any objections.”

“That….”

“In my class, there are no noble families or status. What’s especially important in this lesson is cooperation. Cooperation doesn’t come from authority. It comes from communication.”

 

Ziel was putting the book he read today to very good use.

But today it seemed to be working even better.

 

“Communication….”

“Resolve it through active dialogue. You could have won easily enough. If you had cooperated.”

 

The two nodded without being able to offer any rebuttal.

If it had been Delev or Ann from the beginning of the semester, when they first attended class, they might have questioned what a liberal arts instructor would know.

But now neither of them could question Ziel.

Because that authority Ziel spoke of was now overflowing from Ziel himself.

 

‘Cooperation….’

 

Delev also seemed to have realized something as he nodded, and Ann, though it had been an unavoidable situation, still let out a sigh.

 

“Let’s try again, Delev.”

 

Ann was the first to awkwardly extend her hand.

Delev also grasped that hand.

 

“We’ll definitely win next time.”

 

All the students heard Ziel’s criticism just now.

Naturally, no students wanted to repeat the mistakes of Delev and Ann’s team.

 

“Should we plan our strategy in advance now?”

“According to the bracket, Quantus is on the opposing side, so we need to approach this more intelligently. That guy’s brain is all muscle too.”

“Hey, he can hear everything!”

“Whoa, he heard that.”

 

Scratch scratch.

 

Ziel wrote down the sparring results in his report.

 

[Student Yurio Harmatan’s stamina has improved by more than 50% compared to before. I am confident he will show good performance in the Exchange Tournament.]

 

And below that, he wrote one more sentence.

 

[I am confident that the First Years will show unprecedented performance in this Exchange Tournament.]

 

 

“Confident, he says.”

 

Professor Berhal put down Ziel’s report and fell into thought.

Normally, a mere liberal arts instructor’s report wouldn’t make it up to the Department Head level.

 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a report like this.”

 

Reports are written defensively.

There’s no certainty, everyone talks about possibilities.

At best, they say the possibility is high.

Why?

Because they don’t have the confidence to take that much responsibility.

However, the language used in Ziel’s report was all confidence.

 

[Training performance has improved significantly. Especially Student Ann Peshwa’s growth rate is good. Her swordsmanship precision has increased and the power of the Diagonal Slash she performs in the 1st Form has improved by 20%.]

[In training for group combat, there was an average 15% increase in cooperation. Everyone is seriously committed to collaboration, and I am confident this will produce good results.]

 

Is there another report like this in the world.

What if something goes wrong.

It’s not like he can see the future or anything.

 

“Hmm.”

 

But it’s impressive.

Very much so.

Has there ever been a professor who submitted this kind of report?

Not a single one.

There’s never even been a case where someone wrote down individual statistics for each student in an Exchange Tournament training report like this.

A report filled with sincerity and effort before confidence.

 

[Particularly, student Delev Kundel trains harder when student Celia Rihart is involved due to his personality. Using student Celia Rihart would yield good results.]

 

“Huh?”

 

[Student Quantus Hopel is somewhat less intelligent compared to other students. However, when his partner is student Karen Aswan, he listens well. Pairing them as partners shows good synergistic effects. Student Quantus Hopel appears to have feelings for student Karen Aswan.]

 

“Hehe.”

 

[Student Celia Rihart often intentionally provokes jealousy in student Delev Kundel. This is not the writer’s judgment but a tip from student Karen Aswan. The romantic feelings between men and women seem to need a bit more observation.]

 

“…What is all this he’s written down?”

 

Well.

It’s good to write down detailed things too.

 

[Implemented Training Items]

-Group Sparring

-Wall Climbing

-Crisis Response Training

 

“Why Wall Climbing…”

 

There were some training exercises he couldn’t understand.

And this training at the end of the training schedule.

 

-Detoxification and trap, emergency situation response training in preparation for breakthrough matches

 

It is necessary training.

But do the First Years, who need to get even just one person to the Arrival Point, really need to?

 

‘I don’t know what he’s thinking.’

 

Poison and traps.

And detoxification isn’t something you can prepare for just by preparing.

Even the upper-year students just leave it to luck or rely on experience.

What, is he planning to bring in a poison or trap expert to train them?

 

“Well, I’ll know if I watch.”

 

By the way, looking at this report, he seemed to understand why he had been impressed with the textbook brought recently.

Meticulousness.

Precision.

Sophistication.

And beautiful handwriting as a bonus.

Characteristics that scholars immersed in research, or mages, might have.

 

‘I don’t know why he came here.’

 

Anyway, the First Years’ Exchange Tournament preparation seems to be going very well.

 

‘Should I expect the truth to be broken?’

 

First Years are always last place.

Excluding Fourth Years, the possibility of lower years beating upper years is 0%.

It’s the truth of the Exchange Tournament.

But somehow, this year’s First Years are very anticipated.

More than the Second Years that Professor Elcanto is in charge of.

 

“He shouldn’t be humiliated.”

 

Ziel is a mutant even among the faculty.

He’ll inevitably face opposition soon.

If he produces results in this Exchange Tournament, that will definitely happen.

 

‘I’m looking forward to what he’ll do.’

 

This professor society is a dirtier and more petty place than one might think.

Right now, Professor Elcanto is handling things roughly and they’re probably feeling secure just looking at the title ‘Liberal Arts Instructor’.

But threatening their positions in the future?

 

“It should be worth watching.”

 

By the way, Steelheart.

Where have I heard that before?

I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere, but I can’t remember well.

It feels like I’m about to remember.

My head was feeling itchy when.

 

Knock knock.

 

The sound of knocking on the door.

 

“Ah, come in.”

 

Along with Tiron, one of only two Teaching Assistants at Sword School.

 

“Robert, you look tired.”

“I’m fine. Exchange Tournament preparations are all like this.”

 

Robert, who placed a mountain of documents as soon as he entered.

 

“Exchange tournament preparation status from Second Years to fifth years, and other backlogged documents.”

“…All need signatures by today?”

“That’s correct, Department Head.”

 

A sigh escaped naturally.

 

‘Did I volunteer to be Department Head for nothing?’

 

Just how long do I have to keep looking at these damn documents.

Even though he was Department Head, being new to the position made everything unfamiliar and overwhelming.

 

“I reviewed them first, and at least the exchange tournament related reports had nothing special. They’re repetitions of existing content. Even combined, they’re less than the report submitted by First Year Teacher Ziel Steelheart.”

 

An incredulous laugh escaped at those words.

Whether the problem was with those Professor bastards.

Or whether a mere liberal arts instructor’s capabilities were unnecessarily outstanding.

 

‘Probably both.’

 

Amidst all this, there was also a ‘document’ that caught his eye.

 

“And Professor. This is… I brought it thinking you might be interested.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll know when you see it.”

 

Rustle.

 

A smile formed on Berhal’s lips as he checked the document.

 

“This… our Valdrain people are all the same wherever they go.”

“That’s right.”

 

Valdrain is traditionally a country where commerce has developed.

That’s why trash like Obvious can live it up enjoying status comparable to nobles.

Anyway, everyone really loves money.

 

“This is… the betting odds for this exchange tournament?”

“That’s correct, Department Head.”

 

It was exactly the exchange tournament ranking odds table.

More precisely, it had the betting rankings written up to the first round breakthrough matches and second round battle royale matches.

Who would have thought such betting would take place within the Academy.

 

“Betting is possible until the day before the exchange tournament.”

 

Normally he wouldn’t have had much interest.

 

“It would be good to test my eye for talent.”

 

Click.

 

Berhal opened a drawer and took something out from the small safe inside, handing it to Robert.

 

“My signature is there, so withdraw that exact amount from the Imperial Bank and place the bet.”

 

It was a check.

The purpose of checks in Edelwein is simple.

Since you can’t carry around large amounts of money, they’re used for convenience.

 

‘Roughly 100,000 cel perhaps?’

 

Even 100,000 cel is big money from a poor Teaching Assistant’s perspective.

For reference, a Teaching Assistant’s salary is roughly 1,500 cel.

Actually, Teaching Assistants don’t have salaries.

What Professors give from their research funds becomes the Teaching Assistant’s salary.

Even then, if you get the wrong Professor, there were many cases of not even receiving 1,000 cel.

Nobles casually spend hundreds of thousands though.

 

‘Let’s see…’

 

Robert’s mouth fell wide open after checking the amount.

 

“Is it too little?”

“Pardon?”

“Should I do more?”

 

No way.

 

‘As expected of a former Imperial Knight.’

 

The amount written on the check was an incredible-

 

‘Does this make sense?’

 

1 million cel!

 

‘Just how much money does he have?’

 

With this money, commoners could live their entire lives and still have money left over.

Why did he come to Edelwein Academy.

No matter how much he’s Department Head, with the title of Imperial Knight he could have maintained the position of Imperial Honor Knights commander indefinitely.

Especially with this much money.

 

“Probably not even all the other Professors combined would match this.”

“Then bet it like that.”

 

Robert asked with trembling hands as he touched big money for the first time in his life.

 

“As expected, it’s safer to bet on the Fifth Years…”

“No.”

 

Berhal answered with a smile filled with an oddly confident certainty.

 

“I’m betting on the First Years.”

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