On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 55

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 055

 

 

Creating Ripples (2)

 

 

First Years.

The grade that might be receiving even more attention than the Fifth Years in this Exchange Tournament.

In fact, the Fifth Years tended to receive attention more as a ‘result’ rather than being the target of attention.

After all, with their overwhelming experience and skills, they always claimed victory and stood at the very top of the Award Platform.

 

“Won’t the Fifth Years win again this time?”

“Well, probably. But I heard the First Years are doing well.”

“It was boring because it was always the same, but will this time be worth watching?”

 

A predetermined result.

The Fifth Years would win anyway.

Thanks to this, the Exchange Tournament had at some point become an event where Sword School students just played around—

But then came the upset of the first match!

The First Years who defeated the Second and Third Years to claim joint second place!

 

“The atmosphere is different this time. That’s why the Family Heads came too, isn’t it?”

“His Highness Prince Dietrich came as well.”

 

This Exchange Tournament was receiving more attention than ever before.

And among the spectators, Ziel was often mentioned as well.

 

“I heard the First Year teacher is really good at teaching…”

“I heard that story too. He’s a Liberal Arts Teacher, right?”

“I heard he’s really handsome.”

 

And one person who heard the spectators’ conversation from not far away.

Professor Merhen, the Third Year supervising professor, had a wicked smile on his lips.

 

‘They’ll be eliminated as soon as it starts, keheheh.’

 

From Fifth Years to First Years.

The supervising professors were sitting side by side in the seats with the best view of the Arena, waiting for the second match to begin.

Today was the day to fix that Liberal Arts Instructor’s arrogant attitude sitting one seat away!

Merhen glanced over to check on Ziel.

 

‘He’s trying hard to pretend he’s not nervous.’

 

An expressionless face!

His inner thoughts were probably different.

Not because he was in charge of the First Years.

Since he dared to reject the Third Year supervising professor’s proposal, he must surely regret it.

 

‘He’s probably going crazy with anxiety!’

 

Today’s top priority target was the First Years!

There were emotional reasons, but strategic ones as well.

Naturally, the more eliminations you caused, the more points you earned.

 

“Professor Elcanto, you gave good instructions, right?”

 

Elcanto jumped at Merhen’s words.

 

“Ah, yes. Of course. Professor Merhen.”

“Good.”

 

The strategy he instructed Elcanto was simple.

Form an alliance immediately at the start and deal with the First Years.

Then face the Fourth and Fifth Years while holding out as long as possible.

 

‘As if? They’ll probably attack us right after eliminating the First Years.’

 

They had formed an alliance, but he hadn’t heard them say they wouldn’t attack.

 

‘Teacher Ziel.’

 

Elcanto turned his head to the right with a desperate gaze.

Just then, his eyes met with Ziel’s.

Eyes filled with sorrow!

Ziel was a bit flustered.

 

‘The meaning of this kind of gaze is…’

 

They say people’s emotions change depending on their eye expressions or gazes.

This gaze was…

 

‘Please understand my heart!’

 

Ziel recalled something he had read in a book.

 

‘Eyes that yearn for love?’

 

Ziel fell into a bit of confusion.

Meanwhile, representatives from each grade stepped forward to draw lots.

The wide Arena.

Since advantages and disadvantages were determined by starting positions, those spots were decided by lottery just like in the first match.

When the lottery results were displayed, sighs and cheers erupted.

 

‘Oh no.’

 

Professor Elcanto let out a sigh.

 

“Hehe.”

 

Professor Merhen cheered quietly.

It wasn’t because of their assigned year level.

It was because of the First Years.

 

“This won’t make it easy for the First Years to survive.”

“It’ll be hard to strategize like that.”

“Good grief, I heard the First Years did well in the first match…”

 

The First Years’ starting position was the worst.

Right in the center of the arena.

It was the spot where all the year levels’ attention was focused.

You’d need to be at least Fourth Years, or Fifth Years at minimum, to secure some safety even if you got that position.

Even Berhal cast a pitying glance.

 

‘They did well in the first match, but this time won’t be easy.’

 

For the Fifth Years, it would be a strategic position where they could go anywhere, but for the First Years it was the opposite.

 

“Sir Relio, with that position…”

“Unfortunately, it looks like the First Years will be eliminated almost immediately.”

 

Dietrich and almost everyone else watching didn’t expect the First Years to put up a good fight.

Except for one person.

 

‘Actually, this is good.’

 

Except for Ziel.

 

 

“What kind of luck do you have?”

“Ugh! And you call yourself a leader!”

“Someone else should have drawn the lottery!”

 

Criticism poured out.

Of course, Quantus didn’t back down.

 

“We can go anywhere, so isn’t this actually good?!”

“Are we Fifth Years? Huh?”

 

It wasn’t quite defeatism, but they had hoped against hope, and of all places it had to be the center!

 

“Can’t be helped. It’s already decided, we have to go with it.”

“As expected of Delev! You understand the weight of leadership…”

“Still, the center is a bit much.”

“…”

 

Quantus became dejected, but Ann comforted him from the side.

 

“Leader, don’t worry. Just follow the plan.”

“Ann, you’re the only one I can count on…”

“But the center is a bit much.”

“Ah.”

 

The center.

The worst starting position.

It happened in the first match too, and now they got it consecutively in the second match.

But everyone prepared calmly.

What was already decided couldn’t be changed.

They could only do their best in the given situation.

Besides, they hadn’t prepared so carelessly that they’d crumble over something like this.

Delev’s determination was especially strong.

Third Year Aken Kundel.

Fifth Year Agres Kundel.

He could see his big brother and little brother.

The Elder Brothers he hadn’t been able to properly meet and talk to even once since enrollment.

This time he would show them!

If he could show them properly, he’d be able to play with his Elder Brothers like before.

Celia felt the same way.

 

‘If I do well this time, I can finally propose to be a guard knight, right?’

 

The other students were the same.

Everyone had their own goals.

 

“We trained really hard anyway, right? Let’s do what Teacher said.”

“That’s something I, the leader, should be saying!”

“The person who drew the center should be quiet.”

 

Boooooooo-!

 

Then the horn sound announcing the start of the second match filled the arena.

The second match had finally begun.

 

‘Now, starting with the First Years…’

 

Professor Merhen recalled the instructions.

The Third Years stealthily preparing to charge toward the First Years.

When the Second Years charged out, they would follow behind and target the First Years…

 

“Huh?”

 

Suddenly, something unbelievable happened.

The First Years…

Started running between the Second and Third Year camps.

 

“What?”

 

What was happening all of a sudden?

Were they giving up on the match?

Most of the people watching were also surprised.

Everyone thought the First Years would hesitate in the center, get attacked, and be eliminated just like that.

 

‘Are they struggling desperately?’

 

Most people, including Merhen, probably thought that way.

The participants themselves felt the same.

 

“Hey, hey! Why are the First Years acting like that!”

“I don’t know! What are they doing!”

 

While the Second Years and even the Third Years were panicking and didn’t know what to do, the First Years had already gotten close.

And the Fourth and Fifth Years who were watching…

 

“Senior Agres, what should we do?”

“This works out perfectly. Let’s go right away.”

 

They saw it as a good opportunity.

A golden chance to deal with the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Years all at once.

The original plan was to wait, look for openings, then attack all at once and eliminate them one by one…

 

“In a situation like that, we could handle them all at once, right?”

 

Agres Kundel.

Delev’s older brother and the Eldest Son of Kundel.

 

“You’re going to eliminate both your younger brothers at once, Senior?”

 

He had younger brothers in the Third Years and First Years respectively, but that wasn’t particularly important.

It was a competition, after all.

And naturally, a competition they had to win.

The 4th-5th Year Alliance finally began to move as well.

 

‘It’s starting differently than expected.’

 

Berhal was a bit surprised.

Who would have thought the First Years would make such a bold choice.

It was initiative uncharacteristic of First Years.

In most cases, when the center was chosen as the starting point, they would hesitate and self-destruct.

 

‘Did Teacher Ziel give the instructions after all?’

 

There was only one reason why the flow of the second match was going unexpectedly from the start.

It was because of the First Years.

 

“Hey damn it, they’re coming! The Fourth and Fifth Years are coming!”

 

The 2nd-3rd Year alliance, who had been preparing urgently, was also shocked.

They had planned to quickly deal with the approaching First Years, but the situation had changed.

 

‘This isn’t the time to worry about the First Years.’

 

The leader of the Third Years, Aken Kundel, shouted.

 

“Everyone get ready! We’ll prepare for the Fourth and Fifth Years first!”

 

And meanwhile.

The Second Year leader, who had just exchanged glances with Elcanto…

 

“We’re allying with the First Years. Everyone move!”

 

 

He pulled out the alliance strategy with the First Years that he had prepared in advance with Elcanto.

Originally, they would have pretended to follow the Third Years appropriately before backing out, but with the situation like this, the operation started much faster.

It was truly chaos!

 

“Leader! Through that gap!”

“Good! Follow me!”

 

The First Years, who were the beginning of all this chaos, started breaking through between the Second and Third Years.

They drew their swords.

But they neither attacked nor counterattacked.

 

“What, what!”

“They’re dodging?”

 

The Third Years they encountered attacked, but the First Years dodged the attacks just as Ziel had trained them.

Rolling on the ground.

Twisting their bodies.

Even jumping in place when necessary.

The First Years used every method possible, focusing on dodging attacks.

There was no counterattack after dodging.

They only focused on dodging and breaking through.

 

‘It’s working. Just like Teacher said!’

‘If we turn at this timing…’

 

As a result of focusing only on dodging as they were trained, the First Years were dodging very well.

It was much easier when they focused only on dodging instead of defense and counterattack.

Most importantly-

 

‘It’s slower than Teacher Ziel.’

‘If it was that level even when Teacher was holding back…’

 

The contrast was severe.

Compared to Ziel’s fast and irregular attacks, these were too straightforward.

Moreover, since they were attacks made while panicking in the rapidly changing situation, they were even easier to dodge.

 

“Ooh. That’s impressive.”

“Their dodging method is proper.”

 

The First Year parents watching were amazed.

Amos and Daren were even more amazed.

Both had retired from the front lines, but were once formidable fighters.

 

“How undignified, the way he dodges!”

“It’s not some circus act.”

 

Several young Family Heads made ignorant comments, but the heads of the two Major Families thought differently.

Combat is a blood battle.

However you fight, as long as you achieve your objective, that’s enough.

It didn’t matter at all if the dodging looked ridiculous and absurd.

 

‘Did that teacher train him?’

 

Their desire grew even stronger.

Amos and Daren had the same thought.

Once these second matches ended, they should go find Ziel.

 

“First Years! This way!”

 

In the midst of this, Quantus responded to the 2nd Year leader’s shout.

 

“You want to fight!”

“No! Form an alliance with us! A temporary alliance!”

 

An unexpected alliance proposal on top of everything else.

 

“Leader, accept it!”

 

When Ann spoke up from beside him, Quantus nodded.

 

“Good! We’re allied with the Second Years!”

 

Sometimes a weakness, but in times like this, a strength – simple and straightforward judgment.

In such urgent situations, quick decisions are more important than deliberating back and forth.

In the end, the Second Years formed an alliance with the First Years instead of the Third Years.

 

‘Perfect.’

 

Elcanto deliberately ignored the gaze he felt from beside him.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Merhen’s hands trembling.

He had done it.

But he had no regrets.

 

“Those bastards…!”

 

The Third Year leader, Aken Kundel, was flustered by this sight, but had no time to worry about that anymore.

While the First Years had swiftly passed them by, the 4th-5th Year Alliance had drawn close.

 

‘Damn it.’

 

Literally caught between a rock and a hard place!

Go back and face the 1st-2nd Year Alliance.

Go forward and face the 4th-5th Year Alliance!

Whichever way they went, the Third Years were alone.

How had it come to this?

They hadn’t even managed to take down a single First Year breaking through.

 

‘What the hell is going on!’

 

Right at that moment.

Aken’s eyes met his younger brother Delev’s.

It was just for an instant.

But his expression was different from what he knew.

Instead of the little brother who always whined for attention…

There was only his brother’s face, focused on the match.

In that moment, his mind seemed to snap to clarity.

 

“Everyone, forward!”

 

They couldn’t collapse like this.

At the very least, they’d put up a fight.

 

“Aken! What are you saying! Forward! We should go back instead…”

“If we go back, we’ll be attacked by everyone! Let’s take as many as we can with us! Focus attacks on the Fourth Years!”

 

The Third Years ultimately charged toward the 4th-5th Year Alliance.

It was the moment when every year’s strategy fell apart—

 

‘Excellent.’

 

The person who had created this ripple effect was none other than Sword School’s only Liberal Arts Instructor.

Ziel Steelheart.

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