On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 57

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 057

 

 

Let’s See What You’ve Got

 

 

The clash between Second Years and Fourth Years!

 

“Block them! I said left!”

“These bastards are targeting only the injured ones!”

 

The Second Years copied the First Years’ strategy exactly.

Namely, hitting the weak side.

Continuously attacking the protected injured ones.

 

“These… cowardly bastards!”

 

From the Second Years’ perspective, it was perfectly natural.

And there was nothing cowardly about it.

Their opponents were Fourth Years.

A whole two years above them.

They might be called injured, but they hadn’t been eliminated yet, so they were still combatants.

They were just slightly weakened.

 

“Seniors, you’re Fourth Years and you can’t even handle this?”

 

When one Second Year mixed in provocation, the Fourth Years bristled.

 

“Now’s not the time for us to attack!”

 

But the Fourth Years stuck together thoroughly.

The Fifth Year seniors were watching the fire from across the river.

And behind them, the First Years who had eliminated two of them were holding their ground.

 

‘We’re caught between a rock and a hard place.’

 

Currently, the most disadvantaged were the Fourth Years.

How did it come to this?

The original plan was to deal with the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Years in order, then fight the Fifth Years, lose, and finish in second place.

But everything had gone wrong.

 

‘Those damn First Years.’

 

It was because the First Years suddenly jumped into the Second and Third Year camps!

Moreover, the First Years were stronger than imagined.

Whatever training they’d received, their method of forming groups of three to attack one Fourth Year was no ordinary level.

 

“Attack!”

 

In the midst of this, the Second Years continued their pressure.

But the Fourth Years counterattacked just as fiercely.

The skill of being two years ahead didn’t disappear just because there were injured members.

Rather, the Fourth Years began to defeat the Second Years one by one, with their remaining three members sticking together just like the First Years had done.

 

“It’s evenly matched.”

 

That was Berhal’s assessment.

Fourth Years had five total.

Two of them were injured.

Second Years had ten total.

None were injured.

There was a difference in numbers, but considering the gap between years, it was evenly matched.

 

“It’ll come down to a battle between First Years and Fifth Years.”

 

A hollow laugh escaped involuntarily.

Who could have imagined it?

That the First Years, who should have been eliminated first, would survive to the end and fight the Fifth Years.

This Exchange Tournament was chaos itself!

And Ziel, who had created this chaos, was still watching the arena with a calm expression.

 

‘At this rate, the Second Years and Fourth Years will mutually destroy each other.’

 

Things were flowing according to Ziel’s plan.

The most important thing in this second match was survival.

Survive long, and if possible, eliminate many others.

Winning was part of the plan.

In the end, Ziel had already achieved results that went beyond the best he could do with the First Years.

And as expected—

 

“Only two left now!”

“Damn, at this rate we’ll mutually destroy each other!”

“Just attack!”

 

While two Second Years fell, the Fourth Years repeatedly lost one each, resulting in only one remaining from each side.

 

‘Now’s the time.’

 

As if reading Ziel’s mind, the First Years who had been catching their breath in the back stepped forward.

 

“Reaping the fisherman’s profit.”

 

As soon as Berhal’s words ended, the First Years attacked the lone remaining Second Year and Fourth Year!

Already exhausted, they couldn’t block the First Years’ combined attack.

The remaining Second Year faced Ann and Yurio’s combined attack.

The remaining Fourth Year faced Delev and Celia’s combined attack…

 

“I knocked another one down!”

 

No, Quantus finished it off with the final attack.

 

“Could it be that this guy will be recorded as knocking down the most people later?”

“No way. Please. It won’t happen.”

 

Delev and Celia shook their heads anxiously, then suddenly realized.

 

“Now only us and the Fifth Years are left.”

“…It’s really just like Teacher Ziel said, isn’t it?”

 

He said they would win.

Whether that winning meant winning the Exchange Tournament or just beating one grade level, they didn’t know…

But one thing was certain.

They had overcome it.

They were already overcoming with results unimaginable in any previous Exchange Tournament.

This alone was already a sufficient result!

 

“Hmm! Now only the Fifth Years are left! Let’s go!”

 

For once, both agreed with Quantus’s opinion.

They had come this far.

Since it had come to this, shouldn’t they clash with the Fifth Years at least once?

They had plenty of confidence.

 

“Huh… This Exchange Tournament is really full of surprises.”

“Especially the First Years are really… it’s unbelievable.”

 

The Family Heads who had initially laughed mockingly at their evasive tactics could no longer do so.

They had proven it with results.

Excellent strategy and tactics!

Boldness that was hard to see in First Years!

Above all, skills incomparable to previous First Years.

 

“If they really beat the Fifth Years like this…”

“That won’t happen.”

 

Then Aimerus Kundel spoke up.

 

“The result is clear.”

 

Up until now, there had been variables.

But the Fifth Years were different.

 

‘That kid is a genius.’

 

Agres Kundel!

In terms of talent alone, Delev was slightly superior.

But the experience accumulated over four years of difference.

Above all, considering the level Agres had recently reached…

 

‘It’s difficult.’

 

“Delev, that’s your Elder Brother over there, right?”

“Right. My eldest brother.”

“He’s really tall. He looks scary.”

“He’s not scary at all.”

 

Delev muttered as if reciting a spell.

The Elder Brothers weren’t originally scary beings.

They had only become distant and difficult after going to the Academy.

 

‘This is finally the opportunity.’

 

He had completed the Kundel Heavy Sword Style 7th Form.

A level that even his Elder Brothers hadn’t achieved at his age!

 

“Isn’t Brother Agres strong?”

“He’s strong. Incredibly so.”

“Can we win?”

 

His heart was hot, but his head was gradually cooling down again.

Looking at it coldly, the opponent was a Fifth Year.

It would be difficult to win.

Especially if it was Agres Kundel.

 

“Teacher Ziel wouldn’t have said that.”

 

He probably would have told them a way to win.

At least a way to fight back.

Delev readjusted his grip on his sword.

 

“We’ll do what we can.”

 

Ziel hadn’t simply taught strategy and tactics and just trained them.

He had instilled an ‘attitude’ in Delev.

Not just in Delev, but in the other students as well.

 

“Let’s go!”

 

The First Years advanced with the ever-energetic Quantus at the center.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the Fifth Years who went first.

The expectations of those who naturally thought they would defend against the Fifth Years’ attacks were beautifully shattered.

 

‘Indeed.’

 

While thoughts of “could it be” began arising one by one, only Isabella, the professor in charge of the Fifth Years, watched the Arena with just a smile.

And the Fifth Years finally began to move as well.

In the first clash that followed-

 

“Ugh!”

“Aaah!”

 

Ann and Quantus were eliminated.

 

“Huh.”

“Hmm. As expected….”

 

Just before the clash.

A Combined Attack flew in from both sides toward the two who were targeting one Fifth Year student.

There was no time to respond or dodge.

Thanks to that, Yurio, who was following up to attack, was momentarily stunned before hastily retreating.

 

‘They’re strong. Ridiculously so.’

 

The Fourth Years were manageable.

However, the Fifth Years who had completely preserved their Physical Strength were on a different level.

 

‘Even if our Physical Strength was intact, it probably would have been like this.’

 

But they didn’t collapse from the elimination of two members.

 

“Celia! Go with those three. We’re going around back!”

 

At Delev’s instruction, Celia also nodded and moved quickly.

 

‘I’ll take down at least one.’

 

Even if the match ended like this, it would already be the best performance in history, but having come this far, it would be disappointing to end it here.

No matter how much the opponents were Fifth Years….

 

“At least one!”

 

Clang!

 

Eight First Years rushed toward the Fifth Year student who was on the outermost edge.

Four charged first, and the remaining four pounced to fill the gap right after the first four attacked and withdrew.

 

“The level of their Combined Attack is remarkable.”

 

Prince Dietrich exclaimed in admiration.

 

“What do you think, Sir Relio?”

“It’s an excellent Combined Attack. However… they’re certainly more relaxed than the Fourth Years.”

 

The Fourth Years panicked at the First Years’ Combined Attack and eventually gave up two members.

However, the Fifth Year student was blocking the Wave Assault from Delev, Celia, and Yurio all by himself.

Of course, it wasn’t easy as he kept being pushed back, but he looked much more relaxed than the Fourth Years!

That was when it happened.

 

“Hup!”

 

Delev unleashed the 7th Form of Heavy Sword Technique, which he hadn’t used once during this match—

 

“Ugh!”

 

The Fifth Year student’s body swayed from the sudden heavy Attack that came in.

In that gap—

 

Swish!

 

Yurio’s Sword grazed his shoulder, and then Delev body-slammed him and knocked him down.

 

“Ooh!”

“My goodness!”

 

A Fifth Year student.

It was the first elimination.

 

“…Damn it.”

 

The eliminated Fifth Year student had an expression of disbelief.

He had been blocking well, but the sudden Attack that came in was sharper than expected.

 

‘This is so embarrassing I could die.’

 

The injury wasn’t severe, but since his back touched the ground, he was eliminated.

The spectators were also surprised.

 

“Is that boy Delev Kundel?”

“They said he was Kundel’s greatest talent, and it wasn’t just empty words.”

“That’s impressive. That Attack just now… it looked like he executed the Kundel Heavy Sword Technique quite beautifully.”

 

The First Years cheered just the same.

 

“Delev, that was amazing!”

“How did you do that just now? It was incredible!”

 

However, Delev’s expression wasn’t very good.

 

‘I did knock him down, but… I was going to show it to my brother.’

 

Following the 7th Form, the beginning of the 8th Form!

He had just recently grasped the method of the 8th Form.

He wanted to show it to his big brother without Father knowing, but it couldn’t be helped.

If things continued like this, time would drag on and they’d be in danger of being defeated by the other Fifth Years.

 

‘I did well.’

 

He had eliminated one person.

That alone was an incredible achievement!

But the problem was—

From this point on.

 

“That idiot Catsel, geez.”

“We should have sent one more person. We didn’t expect us to be eliminated.”

“Right.”

 

The leader of the Fifth Years, Agres, stepped forward.

 

“My little brother is pretty good.”

“Are you taking his side because he’s your brother?”

“No, I’m just saying he’s good.”

 

Agres wore a pleased expression inwardly.

 

“To think he can use the 8th Form.”

 

At that age, he could barely manage the 6th Form.

But to surpass the 7th Form and reach the beginning of the 8th Form.

 

‘That little brat, he’s actually good?’

 

Agres grinned.

 

“I don’t care about the other guys, but spare my little brother. I want to spar with him.”

 

Unaware of his elder brother’s feelings, Delev was extremely tense.

 

‘Here they come.’

 

All the Fifth Years were approaching.

It was crystal clear that they couldn’t be stopped.

Sure enough.

 

“Celia, watch out…!”

 

In an instant, two Fifth Years rushed in and eliminated three First Years including Celia.

They instantly penetrated the gaps and achieved Individual Defeat in a flash.

As expected of Fifth Years.

The First Years were already reduced to half.

But no one gave up.

 

“This time, to the right!”

 

Delev led the remaining five and ran.

But the speed of the Fifth Years penetrating through was unexpected.

 

Thud, crack!

 

“Ugh!”

“Ahhh!”

 

First Years falling, rolling on the Ground, collapsing with injuries.

In an instant, only Delev remained.

He had become the last surviving First Year.

 

“Not bad, our youngest.”

 

Finally, Agres stepped forward.

 

“…Elder Brother.”

“Let’s see your skills.”

 

Shing.

 

Agres’s posture as he drew his Sword was utterly relaxed.

 

Clank.

 

Delev, raising his Sword toward his elder brother, was filled with tension.

 

“Relax your arms. They’re shaking.”

“Mind your own business. Why are you suddenly caring now?”

“What’s this, do you have some grievance?”

 

Thud!

 

Delev kicked off the Ground and charged toward Agres who was tilting his head!

What could be felt in his clenched fist gripping the Sword was definitely-

 

‘Delev Kundel is angry.’

 

It was anger.

Ziel was still focused on the match despite the mass elimination of First Years.

Agres Kundel.

He was definitely strong.

Strong enough that the current Delev would naturally have difficulty winning.

 

“Hey, hey, youngest! What’s wrong? Ease up a bit…”

“Don’t hold back and fight me properly!”

“Uh, okay.”

 

Agres leisurely dodged Delev’s attacks while unable to hide his confusion.

 

‘Why is he acting like this?’

 

He had always been the good youngest who would obey his Elder Brothers’ words first?

And then Delev rushed in, unleashing Heavy Sword Technique 8th Form.

A heavy downward strike!

However-

 

Clang!

 

Blocked by Agres’s 9th Form Upward Strike, Delev’s sword flew high into the air.

The sword spun round and round before falling with a thud.

 

“Phew.”

 

Agres sheathed his sword and shrugged his shoulders.

 

“Now it’s over, right? Hey, you did well, our youngest.”

“….”

“You’ve grown a lot, haven’t you, kid.”

 

The match was over.

At least that’s what Agres thought.

But just as Agres put his sword back—

 

Thud!

 

Delev charged toward Agres.

 

“Hey, hey!”

 

Thwack!

 

He collided with his entire body.

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