On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 53

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 053

 

 

Shall We Give It a Try?

 

 

The evasion training continued relentlessly.

 

“Huk, hueok. Uah!”

“Good dodge, Ann Peshwa. However.”

“Ak!”

“Always think about and respond to follow-up attacks. We don’t counterattack.”

“You’re attacking too fast, Teacher!”

“I attacked as slowly as possible. Probably around third-year level.”

 

Just like during reflex training, Ziel naturally wasn’t attacking at full speed during evasion training either.

He matched the students’ level precisely.

Right now, third-year level.

It was a speed adjusted based on observing the movements of third years he had spied on.

But after training that had gone on all day, their physical strength was nearly depleted.

 

‘This is exactly when skills improve the most.’

 

Extreme situations!

During assassin training, Ziel had felt many times that he developed more in extreme situations.

Mental processing to solve urgent situations by squeezing out what little strength remained.

Movements faithful to instinct rather than reason!

All of those things accumulated to create technique and skill.

 

“Huk, hueok.”

“Next. Delev Kundel.”

 

Delev entrusted his body to instinct as Ziel intended.

His physical strength had been depleted long ago.

 

“Hseup!”

 

A sword striking down vertically.

Delev rolled to the side with all his might, then-

 

Thud!

 

He barely managed to spread his legs and avoid Ziel’s foot attack.

 

“Hueok, hueok.”

 

Cold sweat dripping down.

But he had dodged it.

 

“Well done. Remember that sensation. Next. Celia Rihart.”

 

And the attacks continued.

 

“Celia Rihart.”

“Hueok, now just, if you call! my name! Hueok! Won’t that work!”

“Why would it?”

“You! Hueok, have no! compassion! Hueok!”

“I’ll call you however I want to call you.”

“Damn it!”

 

Celia also said her piece while throwing her whole body to dodge the attack.

 

“Seeing you talk, you still have stamina left. Let’s continue.”

“Uah!”

 

Celia ended up allowing the attack to connect.

 

Swish.

 

Her clothes were only slightly grazed and there was no wound, but her heart went cold once again.

 

“If this were real combat, your arm would have been torn.”

“Hueok, I know!”

“If you know, get up.”

“Huang.”

 

Ziel was merciless.

Not showing any leniency even to the young lady of the Rihart Family!

Students from other families, seeing this, also rolled around the auditorium with all their might to dodge attacks.

The day’s training only ended when they no longer had the strength to move.

 

“Everyone did well. Remember all of today’s sensations.”

 

Students sprawled out without even the strength to respond.

 

“Remember this. Trust your instincts and dodge. While blocking and counterattacking is difficult, dodging itself is easy.”

 

Before training, they would have thought this was nonsense.

But after training, they seemed to understand.

Dodging is easy.

At least compared to counterattacking.

 

“Don’t miss the opponent’s arm, leg, ankle, wrist movements, and even their gaze. No one can hit without looking at their target.”

 

Then he added as if just remembering something.

 

“But I can do it.”

“….”

 

Was it that they had no strength to respond, or were they too dumbfounded to respond?

Ziel looked at the students and subtly raised the corners of his mouth without anyone noticing.

The students’ progress was clearly visible.

Though it had only been one day, they were adding experience to their instincts.

 

‘So this is what it feels like to teach.’

 

Evasion training.

Even if it seemed useless, there was no better method for draining the opponent’s stamina.

Moreover, in actual combat, defense and counterattacks would be added, so it would be much better than just evading like now.

If possible, avoid fights and induce chaotic battles among enemies.

That was precisely the strategy Ziel had established for the second match.

 

‘I just need to do group training tomorrow.’

 

Tomorrow he would lightly recover and begin melee combat training.

He had absolutely no intention of sending them out with only evasion as a countermeasure.

Fortunately, since they had learned and mastered cooperation in the first match, they should be able to quickly learn group battle strategies as well.

After that, recover through rest and participate in the second match.

The plan was sufficient.

 

“And tomorrow, make sure to bring your textbooks.”

“Yesssss…”

“That’s all.”

 

But after all the training ended and the students had returned.

 

“Teacher Ziel, could we talk for a moment?”

 

A variable arose.

Three professors had come to visit.

Elcanto.

Merhen.

They were the professors in charge of 2nd and 3rd years respectively.

 

“What’s the matter?”

“We came to propose an alliance.”

 

Professor Merhen nodded toward Elcanto with a quite serious expression.

 

“Teacher Ziel, let’s band together.”

“Band together, you say…”

“We want to unite in the second match to face the Fourth and Fifth Years.”

 

A very special proposal.

At least it was for the Second and Third Years.

An alliance with First Years wasn’t an unprecedented proposal, but First Years were always just extras.

Should I say it felt like making up the numbers?

But this time was different.

 

“Teacher Ziel, the way you teach students was very impressive. I thought there must be some advanced strategy behind it.”

 

Ziel was a bit flustered.

 

‘Advanced strategy?’

 

Had all his strategies been discovered?

He knew they had watched briefly and left earlier.

 

‘As expected of professors.’

 

Of course, the professors hadn’t noticed the kind of strategy Ziel was thinking of at all.

They were just speculating that there must be some advanced strategy.

 

“So I propose, how about we form an alliance to face the Fourth and Fifth Years?”

 

At Elcanto’s proposal, Ziel asked.

 

“Do you have a strategy?”

“Literally just banding together. Then the Fourth and Fifth Years won’t be able to attack us carelessly.”

“Is there nothing else?”

“Well… if we do clash, at least we’ll have the advantage in numbers.”

 

Ziel thought coldly.

 

‘Still, it would be hard to beat the Fourth and Fifth Years.’

 

This was nothing short of a miniature war.

In war, having more numbers is advantageous, but that’s not true in all situations.

Especially in situations like now where there’s an absolute difference in power with the opponent.

Large-scale combat.

Ziel had experienced it too.

Assassins don’t just assassinate targets in quiet spaces.

He had also performed several missions where he calmly assassinated and escaped from places where ruthless battles were taking place.

 

‘If we face them head-on, that would certainly be the case.’

 

Ziel asked again.

 

“You don’t have any other strategies?”

“We’re just proposing this from the aspect of increasing our chances, Teacher Ziel.”

“Then I’ll decline the proposal.”

 

Professor Merhen’s eyebrows twitched.

Elcanto was flustered.

 

“Ah, no. Still, if we form an alliance, there are more advantages than disadvantages…”

“We can’t win with a strategy that simply increases numbers for fighting.”

 

Ziel was concerned about one more thing.

Betrayal.

What should be attached in front of alliance is ‘temporary’.

The fact that they had to determine rankings anyway.

At that moment, Merhen quickly stepped forward.

 

“Then Teacher Ziel, how about this? The First Years and Second Years unite to block the 4th and 5th years while we Third Years circle around to attack from behind?”

 

It was nonsense.

Elcanto almost cursed for a moment.

 

‘This guy is trying to save himself alone…’

 

If they waited for the 1st and 2nd years to be eliminated in the meantime, the 3rd years would automatically become 3rd place.

If by chance the 1st and 2nd years knocked down a few 4th and 5th years in the process, the 3rd years planned to attack and knock down a few more on top of that.

 

‘His intentions are so transparent, really.’

 

Of course, Ziel refused.

 

“That seems like a poor strategy.”

 

He said it with direct expressions mixed in.

 

“Teacher Ziel, you’ve been doing pretty well lately. Professor Berhal praises you a lot, right?”

“Yes. I know that too. I’m doing well.”

 

Merhen, who was about to continue his words, was completely blocked.

 

“…So, since you’re doing well, you can’t hear what I’m saying?”

“I can hear you well. There’s nothing wrong with my ears.”

 

Merhen’s eyebrows twitched greatly.

 

“Don’t you know what I’m talking about!”

“I know.”

“What is it then!”

“You’re asking for cooperation, aren’t you.”

“Then!”

“I refuse.”

“Argh!”

 

Just watching from the side made him feel suffocated enough to pass out!

But it felt completely refreshing.

 

‘He’s scratching him well?’

 

Elcanto had started cheering for Ziel before he knew it.

 

“Huff, huff… Right. Fine. Let’s calm down, Merhen. Fine. Then how about the First Years circling around to attack from behind? This is okay, right?”

 

It wasn’t about who would attack.

Fighting the 4th and 5th years head-on was strange to begin with.

Ziel had no intention of modifying the strategy he had originally established.

Rather-

 

‘It would be good if there was room to use the Second Years and Third Years.’

 

He was thinking the opposite.

Since he could modify strategies as much as needed to win.

But calling that a strategy.

Ziel was thinking of only one thing.

The First Years’ victory and good results.

Making the other grades destroy each other as much as possible before attacking.

He never had any intention of ‘only’ avoiding from the beginning.

 

“Yeah, this is good, right?”

“It doesn’t seem to matter who attacks. I refuse.”

 

Finally, Merhen’s patience hit rock bottom.

 

“Damn it. I waited until night. Fine. I’ll be watching. Professor Elcanto! Let’s go.”

“P-Professor.”

“Tsk, tsk. Not knowing when an opportunity is being given…”

 

If Ziel had been an ordinary person, he would have accepted it.

An opportunity to get close to another professor.

But Ziel didn’t know much about Sword School politics.

Even if he knew, nothing would have changed.

 

‘Teacher Ziel, sometimes you have these refreshing sides?’

 

That way of speaking!

It would be infuriating to be on the receiving end, but watching Merhen get it felt incredibly satisfying.

 

“Professor Elcanto! What are you doing not coming?”

“I-I’m coming!”

 

Elcanto dragged his still incompletely healed leg and hurriedly followed Merhen.

Merhen, who came out of the auditorium fuming, poured out his anger.

 

“When it starts, let’s smash the First Years first!”

“Th-then our 2nd and 3rd year alliance…”

“Of course we have to stick together! Let’s smash those annoying First Years first!”

 

Though he nodded for now, Elcanto snorted inwardly at the obvious intentions.

 

‘Am I crazy? When it’s obvious the Second Years will be shields?’

 

“Professor Elcanto, you’ve trained the Second Years well, so they can take the lead and smash the First Years, right?”

 

As expected.

 

“Of course, Professor Merhen.”

“Good. Let’s deal with that arrogant bastard first and then think about it.”

 

As if that would happen?

 

‘I know how this goes.’

 

Pretend to cooperate halfheartedly, then bail out.

That was Elcanto’s strategy.

After all, it’s every man for himself.

In the end, rankings have to be determined.

 

‘Obviously they’ll pretend to cooperate then stab me in the back.’

 

And then they’ll crush me with their position and seniority.

Such an obvious strategy.

The Professor Society is all like that.

Pretending to be generous while dumping all the work on you and backstabbing you regularly!

 

‘I’ve never done that!’

 

Actually, he didn’t have any juniors to do that to.

Well, there is one.

But Ziel is too scary to backstab.

Since things have come to this…

 

‘What if I help the First Years while trying to eliminate the Third Years?’

 

Elcanto imagined a situation he would never have considered before.

He would have followed the words of senior professors in charge of upper years to the death.

But Takeus got kicked out.

And he had experienced a life-threatening crisis once.

Someone he’s grateful to?

He was far more grateful to Teacher Ziel than to professors who constantly dumped menial tasks on him.

 

‘Should I really try it once?’

 

Strangely enough, the situation was shifting in favor of the First Years.

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