On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 58

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 058

 

 

Everyone Catch Them

 

 

“What was that just now?”

“Wasn’t the match over?”

“That First Year’s back didn’t completely touch the ground!”

 

When Agres knocked away Delev’s sword, everyone thought it was over.

But the match hadn’t ended yet.

There were two conditions for elimination.

Declare surrender or have your back completely touch the ground.

In other words, you had to be suppressed.

 

“So the match is still going on…?”

 

But Delev hadn’t been suppressed, only his sword had been knocked away.

Agres thought that was the end and sheathed his sword.

But that sight ignited Delev’s anger.

 

“Hey, hey! Delev!”

“The defeat conditions haven’t been met yet.”

 

He charged forward thinking his brother wasn’t taking him seriously.

But his anger was quite cold.

 

‘I need to attack calmly.’

 

That’s what Teacher Ziel had said.

Attacks driven by emotion are bound to be countered.

So even though he was angry, he suppressed his emotions as much as possible while attacking—

 

Thud!

 

Agres, who took the attack with his whole body, staggered.

It was surprising.

 

‘He doesn’t even have a sword…’

 

Agres was flustered.

To think of charging in without even a sword.

It was completely different from the usual cases where losing your sword meant defeat.

This too was Ziel’s teaching.

Ziel had taught multiple times that you must attack even without a sword.

 

“Hey you!”

 

He even got angry in response.

Though he barely avoided falling, Delev kept charging.

 

“Why, why are you doing this!”

“See it through to the end, brother! I haven’t been eliminated!”

 

Thanks to this, everyone watching was surprised.

 

“Huh.”

“What is that…”

 

Who would have thought he’d charge with his body after losing his sword!

A sight far from dignified.

But the Kundel Family Heads couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

Only the Rihart Family Heads were excited.

 

“Look, look at those undignified Kundel brats.”

“Charging with his body… If you lose your sword, it should be over!”

 

But Darren Rihart thought differently.

 

‘Fighting like that is the right thing to do.’

 

Dignity and honor, fine.

But what’s more important than that is winning.

Surprisingly, Amos had the same thought.

 

‘Agres, you made a mistake.’

 

Once rules are set, there’s no problem moving within those rules.

Rather, it was interesting.

Two sons fighting with their bodies after abandoning their swords.

The audience had a similar reaction.

Not giving up until the end despite losing his sword!

Since the last surviving First Year they were already cheering for was showing such spirit, everyone raised their voices in support.

 

“Delev! Delev! Delev!”

“First Years are amazing!”

 

Meanwhile.

 

“Hey, hey! Delev! Please… listen to me!”

 

While Agres was still flustered and only trying to stop Delev, Delev was doing his best to attack his brother somehow.

Then—

 

Swish!

 

Delev’s fist grazed past Agres’s chin.

 

“…You really.”

 

Agres eventually charged straight at Delev.

The result came in an instant.

Delev was completely defeated.

With that, the Fifth Years’ final victory was decided.

 

Buuuuuuuuu-!

 

The horn announcing victory!

 

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaa!”

 

Soaring cheers!

Finally, the Exchange Tournament that had generated so much buzz was completely finished through both matches.

The final victory went to the Fifth Years.

But the First Years who remained and fought valiantly until the end were the true protagonists.

Everyone had clearly seen it at the very end.

Delev Kundel fighting with his bare hands without giving up!

This was an Exchange Tournament unlike any before.

Though the First Years ultimately couldn’t defeat the Fifth Years, they took away the greatest buzz.

 

“The First Years are amazing, aren’t they? Weren’t they always last place in the Exchange Tournament?”

“They’re legendary First Years. I heard their teacher is exceptional.”

“At this rate, they might not just escape last place but even reach third place, don’t you think?”

 

No one had thought the First Years would beat the Fifth Years in the second match.

But no one had thought the First Years would put up such a good fight either.

Beyond a good fight—a miracle!

And.

Amidst all this, there were two people who couldn’t smile.

Delev.

And Agres.

 

“…Why are you really acting like this?”

 

Delev turned away from Agres who approached with an outstretched hand and stood up.

 

“Elder Brother, really…”

 

Delev sighed and turned his head away.

A gesture indicating he didn’t want to talk anymore.

Agres felt like he was going to die of frustration.

 

“Hey, youngest. Did I do something wrong…”

“You did everything wrong, everything.”

“Me? Why? What?”

 

It was then that Agres made a bewildered expression.

 

“Student Delev Kundel, you did well until the very end.”

 

Agres heard the voice of someone unfamiliar to him.

 

‘When?’

 

He hadn’t even sensed their approach.

Though the Arena was filled with cheers and chaos right now, it wasn’t to the extent that he couldn’t notice someone approaching him.

 

“Teacher.”

 

Teacher?

Then this must be the one he’d only heard about…

 

“Teacher Ziel Steelheart?”

 

He’d heard the rumors.

That he was incredibly handsome.

It was really true?

 

“That’s right. Do you know me?”

“Uh, well… I’ve heard rumors. Ah, I’m Agres Kundel. Delev’s eldest brother.”

“I see.”

“Um, but… Delev seems a bit angry…”

 

Agres asked with an awkward expression.

Delev was about to say something.

 

“Actually, by winning properly with my Elder Brothers…”

 

Then Ziel and Agres spoke at the same time.

 

“Huh? Delev, what did you…”

“Student Delev Kundel wanted to play with his Elder Brothers like before. That’s why he tried so hard to win. He thought if his skills improved, they’d play with him like before.”

“Pardon?”

“He told me that.”

 

Agres looked at Ziel with a blank expression, then shifted his gaze to Delev.

Delev kept his head turned away.

 

“Ah…”

 

An expression as if he’d realized something.

 

“So the Elder Brothers won’t play with him.”

“T-Teacher! Even that story!”

“Is it something I shouldn’t say?”

“It’s… not that, but…”

 

As if it was content he couldn’t bring himself to say, Delev lowered his head in embarrassment.

 

“…I had no idea our youngest thought that way. I completely missed it.”

 

Agres looked shocked.

It was a reason he had never even considered.

So this was why he had charged in barehanded like a madman during the match.

 

“Delev, I’m sorry.”

“…It’s fine.”

 

Agres awkwardly approached and put his arm around Delev’s shoulder.

 

“I failed as your older brother. I’m really sorry.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Aken and I were too neglectful, weren’t we?”

“…Damn it.”

 

Delev eventually gave in and accepted the embrace.

Seeing this, cheers erupted from the Spectator Seats.

They had misunderstood it as brotherly friendship!

Well, it actually was friendship.

Though it was a process of resolving conflict.

 

“Please take good care of my younger brother.”

 

Agres, who was embracing Delev, made this request to Ziel.

Ziel nodded as well.

 

“I understand.”

 

Though it was just a short answer.

That concluded the brothers’ reunion.

It was a reasonably good outcome.

 

“…How could you tell him all of that, Teacher?”

“Was I not supposed to say it?”

“Well… it’s not that….”

“It looked like you reconciled.”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

“Then that’s fine.”

 

Delev hung his head low from the overwhelming embarrassment, and during this time Ziel praised him.

 

“More importantly, you didn’t give up until the very end. Student Delev Kundel.”

“….”

“Whatever the reason, you did well.”

“Teacher….”

 

Delev raised his head with a moved expression!

 

“But when you were suppressed by Agres Kundel at the end, that was clumsy.”

“….”

“In that situation, you should have tripped him.”

 

There it was.

Praise never just ended as praise….

 

“Still, it wasn’t a bad response.”

 

Huh?

Ziel said this and walked over to face the other First Years who had already been eliminated.

Everyone looked pleased.

Ziel looked at the 1st Year Students and spoke.

 

“You all did well.”

“Teacher….”

“Good results.”

“It would have been even better if we had beaten the Fifth Years!”

 

Ziel shook his head at Quantus’s words.

 

“Whether you beat the Fifth Years or not isn’t important.”

 

His meaning was this.

 

“You all performed beyond what you learned in Training.”

 

Physical Training.

Reflex Training.

Evasion Training.

And even Melee Combat Training.

 

“You clearly showed the results of all your Training. That’s what winning means. In the fight against yourselves.”

“…!”

 

Had they gained some kind of realization?

The Students’ eyes wavered.

They wavered with joy and surprise.

The fight against ‘yourselves’!

Words they had never expected!

 

“We won. Feel free to be happy and celebrate.”

“Teacher….”

 

A wave of emotion followed!

Suddenly Quantus approached.

 

“…Why are you approaching?”

“Teacher, there’s something I’d like to try.”

“What is it, Student Quantus Hopel.”

 

Ziel hesitated.

That sinister expression!

The pressure he felt with each step they took closer!

Even during his days as an assassin, he had rarely felt such pressure.

 

‘Is this fear?’

 

But it felt somewhat different from the typical emotion called fear…

Just as he was thinking that.

 

“Everyone grab him!”

 

The First Years rushed forward at Quantus’s signal—

 

“Throw him up!”

 

They began tossing him in the air.

Ziel was caught helplessly.

Before he could even resist, his body floated up into the air.

 

‘Hmm.’

 

But the feeling wasn’t too bad.

This was exactly…

 

‘Pride?’

 

The second match of the Exchange Tournament was coming to an end like this.

 

 

The Exchange Tournament award ceremony followed.

The presenter was none other than Prince Dietrich Edelbain, who had personally attended today.

 

“Your Highness, here is the ranking chart.”

“Mm.”

 

Dietrich looked at the ranking chart and smiled broadly.

 

“As expected, quite unexpected, Sir Relio.”

“Indeed. It was a remarkable Exchange Tournament.”

 

Just then, Berhal approached.

 

“Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you again here.”

“Ah, Sir Berhal. It’s been a while.”

“Sir, you say. That’s not appropriate. I’ve been retired for quite some time now.”

“The time when you taught me swordsmanship still feels vivid to me.”

 

Dietrich smiled and looked at the ranking chart once more before speaking.

 

“This Exchange Tournament was truly excellent. It created quite an unexpected buzz.”

“Thanks to Your Highness’s presence, everyone seems to have given their best.”

“Haha. Thank you for saying so, Sir Berhal. It was interesting. The First Years’ good performance aside… I heard there’s one interesting teacher.”

 

Berhal tensed up for a moment.

 

‘Well now, as expected.’

 

He had heard that the Prince was thirsty for talent, but he didn’t expect him to be this direct.

 

“Was his name Ziel Steelheart?”

“That’s correct.”

“So I was wondering… would Sir Berhal be able to arrange a meeting?”

 

A direct request from the Prince!

There was no justification to refuse…

 

“Understood, Your Highness. I’ll speak to Teacher Ziel about it.”

 

None at all.

At least not immediately.

But Ziel might have one.

Why was that?

It seemed like Ziel’s reaction to hearing this story wouldn’t be typical.

 

‘I can’t figure out Teacher Ziel’s true intentions.’

 

“Good. Then… I suppose I should start the award ceremony now.”

 

Dietrich stood up with a joyful expression, as if he had already recruited someone.

Shortly after.

Prince Dietrich’s voice, amplified by mana, echoed throughout the entire arena.

This was after he had finished introducing himself.

 

“Now, I will announce the final rankings of the Edelwein Academy Sword School Exchange Tournament.”

 

Dietrich’s expression was very bright.

It wasn’t simply because he had achieved great merit and could be in this position.

Recruiting talent was always a pleasant task.

 

‘Teacher Ziel Steelheart, is it.’

 

Once he had a conversation with him, he’d get a sense of his worth.

Actually, there was someone else he really wanted to recruit.

That night when he went to obtain the Belberg Wings.

The man who was next to that crow.

 

‘Sir Eton went to investigate, so I should hear news soon.’

 

The idle thoughts were brief.

Dietrich announced first place.

 

“Well then, I’ll announce first place first.”

 

Exchange tournaments, by their nature, always mention first place first.

Since it’s such an obvious result, it draws less attention.

So they announce it early to ensure maximum congratulations.

 

“First place goes to the Fifth Years. Congratulations.”

 

It was the Fifth Years.

Amid the applause, Agres Kundel came forward as their representative and stepped onto the award platform.

Center of the arena.

The award platform prepared only for the top three places.

 

‘Please, please.’

‘We got joint second in the first match, so if we do well combining both matches… third place?’

 

The First Years hoped desperately.

No matter how they looked at it, fourth place was confirmed.

Third place would be enough.

 

“How many did we take down in the second match?”

“Over five?”

“Ah, but we all got eliminated…”

“Ugh, how will it turn out?”

 

The ranking discussed by the professors and finally approved by the department head.

Third place?

Or fourth place?

 

“Could it be second place?”

 

At Delev’s words, Celia agreed too.

 

“Right. We did well, didn’t we?”

 

But some were negative.

 

“Come on, still though.”

“As the leader, let me say this – second place seems difficult!”

“Quantus, can’t you speak a bit quieter?”

 

But from the moment second place was mentioned, a strange expectation began growing in the students’ hearts.

It was certainly a plausible situation!

 

‘Really, maybe…’

‘We did do well, right?’

‘We fought against the Fifth Years until the very end, so who knows?’

 

Perseverance.

Effort.

And cooperation and strategy!

They had given their all to every single one of those things.

 

“Well then, I’ll announce second place.”

 

At that moment when everyone held their pounding hearts and opened their ears wide—

 

“Second place goes to… Congratulations.”

 

An amazing result came out.

 

“Second place goes to the First Years.”

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