On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 6

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 006

 

 

The Easiest Thing in the World

 

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

Delev thought he had lost consciousness for a moment.

However, he came back to his senses when hands grabbed hold of his body.

 

“Student Delev Kundel, go drink some water.”

“Th, thank you.”

 

Delev unconsciously expressed his gratitude before barely managing to steady himself.

This feeling of all strength leaving his body.

But it was strangely refreshing.

How long had it been since he had run with such dedication?

 

Gulp, gulp.

 

The water flowing down his throat was incredibly sweet and cool.

The thought that he had lost to Celia disappeared in an instant.

Right now, his entire body felt like it would float away with this sense of liberation.

Meanwhile.

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

Celia finally collapsed as well.

No, just before collapsing, Ziel supported Celia.

 

“Student Celia Rihart, go drink some water. 226 laps.”

“Thank you, teacher…”

 

Celia’s ears turned red.

 

“Your ears turned red again.”

“Th, that’s…”

 

Was it from embarrassment or for some other reason?

 

“I looked it up in a medical textbook, and it said that can happen if you eat the wrong food or drink alcohol.”

“…”

 

Celia, in a surge of irritation, shook off his support and went to drink water.

It was sweet and exhilarating.

Like Delev, an incredible sense of liberation washed over her.

Like Delev, Celia had also trained in swordsmanship countless times at the Rihart Family until now.

But this kind of liberation was a first in her life.

Before awakening mana, she had never done training of this intensity.

After awakening and learning to use mana, nothing had been this difficult.

It wasn’t just the two of them – everyone here was thinking the same thing.

Of course, they hadn’t completely figured out Ziel’s intention.

 

‘A body trained without using mana can become even stronger when mana is used later.’

 

No matter how skilled an assassin is, they cannot keep mana activated for days on end.

However, assassins lie in wait for their targets for at least several days, sometimes even months.

To endure the physical exhaustion of that process, training and retraining stamina without mana is exactly what assassin training is about.

Ziel was aiming for true stamina improvement by training stamina without mana, just like assassin training.

Thanks to this, the dissatisfied looks toward Ziel had somehow disappeared.

Because it was too exhausting.

In other words, they didn’t even have the strength to complain.

 

‘I want to take a leave of absence…’

‘I should have entered a year earlier…’

 

The Sword School freshmen were regretting in tremendous exhaustion today.

Except for exactly two people.

Delev.

And Celia.

 

“I will now announce individual records. Student Yurio Harmatan. 20 laps. Next…”

 

They didn’t even have the strength to be surprised anymore.

Without having written down any records, Ziel accurately recited every student’s record one by one.

 

“…Finally, student Celia Rihart. 226 laps.”

 

Celia smiled slightly.

This was enough to preserve the Rihart pride.

 

“Delev and Celia… they’re really insane.”

“Talent is talent…”

 

The murmuring was brief.

Ziel looked at the students sprawled out carelessly and opened his mouth.

 

“Today we measured basic stamina. Now you should be aware of your respective stamina levels.”

 

From students who managed only 20 laps to students like Celia and Delev who ran more than ten times that.

 

“The goal for one year is as follows. Those with 50 laps or fewer will quadruple their records.”

 

Yurio Harmatan and other students with 50 laps or fewer were shocked.

 

“Qu, quadruple?”

“Your stamina is severely lacking. I heard that from second year onward, it’s mostly practical major classes.”

“But…”

“The purpose of liberal arts lectures is for students to build stamina before their major classes.”

 

Ziel lightly dismissed the protests from students who ran less than 50 laps and continued speaking.

 

“Next. Students who ran less than 100 laps get triple.”

“….”

“After that. Students who ran less than 200 laps get double.”

 

As the lap count increased, the multiplier decreased.

This was for the purpose of matching each other’s levels.

It was the same in assassin training.

If a specific group fell behind, that group would be weeded out.

Assassin training was more ruthless than expected, but also more rational than expected.

 

‘It’s important to match everyone’s level as much as possible.’

 

Also, just because someone had good records didn’t mean he needed to set unreasonably high targets.

This was quite a realistic goal.

 

‘Damn, then I have to run over 300 laps?’

‘I’m really dead….’

 

Of course, only Ziel thought that way.

 

“And lastly. 200 laps or more.”

 

Only two people.

Delev Kundel.

Celia Rihart.

 

‘Double? Or less than that?’

‘Are those two just getting triple?’

 

Ziel gave a completely different answer than the students expected.

 

“You two will train your stamina in a different way.”

“What?”

“Excuse me?”

 

The two questioned simultaneously as if they had made a promise.

Ziel answered briefly and simply.

 

“You’ll be taking different classes.”

“What kind of classes?”

 

Celia’s eyes sparkled.

Delev pretended not to care while secretly anticipating.

 

‘Groups with completely different levels are separated.’

 

Assassin training was the same.

Trainees of completely different levels were separated and trained individually.

In situations with extreme differences, forcing them to match pace with others was a loss.

Ziel was exactly that kind of case.

Thanks to that, Ziel learned assassination techniques while others did physical training.

 

“I’ll let you know soon. For now, run. Together.”

“Yes! I’ll look forward to it!”

“Understood.”

 

Ziel opened his mouth toward all the students again.

 

“That’s all. From now on, we’ll improve your records every week in this class. And remember well the posture correction advice you heard while running today. Your records will change depending on what posture you run in and how you breathe.”

 

After saying that, Ziel added.

 

“By the time this class is almost over, you’ll feel completely different stamina than before. In this class, and in your daily life.”

 

At those words, everyone looked at Ziel as if enchanted.

Especially the students who had run long today.

The sense of liberation that came when they finally stopped running in a situation where they felt like they would collapse from exhaustion.

Fatigue they had rarely felt since they started using mana.

In fact, the skills of young warriors were not what they used to be, to the extent that several veteran warriors of the Valdrain Empire criticized them unanimously.

It was because over a hundred years had passed since the war ended and peace arrived.

Also, Sword School was no longer a place of learning where real swords and stamina were honed like in the past.

Diplomas that had become mandatory.

And a process for advancement in life.

To enter the Knight Order.

To get employed by the Imperial Family.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the level of graduates was dropping year by year.

Of course, Ziel knew nothing about such things.

It was just simple.

 

“This class will proceed by the book. As I said, mana usage is not allowed.”

 

By the book.

Just following what was written in the syllabus.

To stay at this Edelwein Academy for a long time and live a new life.

Preferably becoming a professor too.

 

‘I’ll need appropriate bait too.’

 

During basic training as an assassin.

The training instructors offered rewards, and thinking about it, he seemed to have trained harder thanks to those rewards.

The same went for the students here.

 

“From now on, every class, the student who shows the most improvement will receive….”

 

Students perked up their ears at Ziel’s words.

The nuance suggested that what came next would be some kind of reward.

 

‘What are they giving us?’

‘Are they excusing us from the next class?’

‘They said there’s an assembly next week… Can’t they excuse us from that?’

 

The atmosphere of subtle anticipation that was quietly rising—

 

“I’ll give you Praise Cards.”

 

Instantly deflated.

 

“What… is that?”

 

Ziel answered Karen’s question as she raised her hand.

 

“You’ll know when you receive it.”

 

 

After finishing class.

Ziel emptied six bowls of rice at the Faculty Dining Hall.

It was a satisfying meal.

 

‘I could eat this for a lifetime.’

 

The agony of having to force completely tasteless chunks of nutrients into his mouth was now goodbye.

 

‘The students will definitely love it too.’

 

Nothing tastes better than rice after moving your body hard.

It’s delicious just eating it normally, but how delicious would rice taste when you’re extremely hungry!

While Ziel imagined the delighted students, he spotted a familiar face not far away.

 

“Professor Elcanto Paredes.”

“Huh, huh? Teacher Ziel?”

 

Professor Elcanto had a noticeably flustered expression.

 

“Good day.”

“Oh, um. Yes. Are you coming out after finishing class?”

“I’m coming out after finishing class and eating. It was delicious.”

“I… see.”

 

Professor Elcanto seemed to have something to say, his lips twitching.

But that was only for a moment.

 

“Hmm. Ahem. Yes. If you have any difficulties, feel free to talk anytime.”

 

Ziel felt a slight question about Professor Elcanto’s somewhat changed attitude.

Until recently, he was the same person who had been furiously angry in the Faculty Dining Hall they’d just left.

 

‘A change of stance worthy of an assassin.’

 

Or was it because there were many watching eyes around?

In any case, he wasn’t someone to take lightly.

 

“Then, I’ll be going.”

“Ahem. Yes. Ah…”

“Do you have something to say?”

“No. Ahem. Go ahead.”

 

Ziel walking away.

Professor Elcanto eventually sighed after hesitating.

 

“Sigh, what’s the point of asking. He doesn’t seem like he’d answer properly anyway.”

 

Who on earth was backing him?

Who was it that made him not care about anyone and just do whatever he wanted?

He was just coming after hearing news that in the second liberal arts class, the students were made to run around like crazy until they were dead.

Surprisingly, the class finished without a single person giving up…

 

“Good grief, I just can’t figure it out.”

 

Professor Elcanto began to worry.

Should he try to get friendly with him now?

While Professor Elcanto was having these concerns, Ziel was strolling around the campus, having completely forgotten about Professor Elcanto he’d just met.

 

“Good.”

 

Peaceful atmosphere.

The excitement of new students.

The thrill of the new semester was conveyed.

Actually, Ziel didn’t specifically know or recall any of that.

But he could definitely feel the excitement that came from that atmosphere.

 

“Come on, everyone eat before you go! One skewer for 1 cel! Buy three for 2 cel!”

“Recruiting until today! It’s a dormitory club! New students over there! Come quickly!”

 

Since it was the new semester, club recruitment booths and events were being held here and there.

 

“Looks delicious.”

 

Ziel counted the coins in his pocket.

The money left after eating was exactly 1 cel.

 

“I can only eat one.”

 

As Ziel approached the booth selling skewers, he suddenly discovered another booth right next to it.

 

“Come on, the event is only until today! Hit it and knock it down for double! Even if you miss, we’ll give you snacks!”

 

It was a club promotional booth.

The club’s name was ‘Sword Love Research Club’.

 

“Sword Love Research Club?”

 

As Ziel tilted his head in confusion, a student came over and casually added a comment.

 

“We do anything you can do with swords! And we love everything about swords! Long swords, daggers, daggers, and more! Swords are truly wonderful things!”

“Is that so.”

“Of course! Club applications are… are you by any chance a new student?”

“No. I’m an instructor.”

“Ah… an instructor? Did our Sword School have instructors?”

“I just came here recently.”

 

Ziel asked.

 

“Do I throw this to hit the target?”

“Ah, yes. Even if you’re not a student, you can participate. Though you can’t join the club. It’s 1 cel per round. If you hit and knock down the target at the farthest distance, we’ll give you 2 cel.”

 

It was simple.

Throw a small dagger that fits in your hand and knock down targets at various distances.

Hit the closest target and get one snack.

As the student said, the farthest target gives double if you knock it down.

 

‘I’ll get double the skewers.’

 

It was the moment Ziel began to awaken to economic sense.

Moreover, throwing to hit targets.

 

“It probably won’t be easy though? The distance is quite far.”

 

Could there be anything easier than this in the world.

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