On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 71

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 071

The Practical Training That Has Already Begun (2)

It goes without saying that the first years, that is, the Academy students, have no field experience.

They’re all precious children from noble families.

It’s not wartime, so the only time they’d get dirty and roll around would be during family training sessions.

Of course, there are some poor or abandoned children as well…

“Hey, how do you use this?”

“I don’t know… This is a knife, right?”

“Do I stick it in here?”

“What’s this thing rolled up like a caterpillar? Where do I attach it?”

At least not a single person had encountered such a variety of exploration equipment before.

The time limit was 30 minutes.

Within that time, each group had to pack all their backpacks and gather together.

“The luggage is overflowing?”

“Try packing more efficiently.”

“Yours is overflowing too though?”

Naturally, no one had ever packed a backpack for field operations.

Everything was new and chaotic.

Ziel quietly observed the scene.

“Teacher, how do we do this?”

“I won’t take questions. Figure it out yourselves.”

He even coldly cut off questions.

This was completely different from Ziel’s usual behavior of answering questions when asked.

Because the evaluation had already begun.

And it was also a process to determine group leaders.

A few moved quite perceptively.

Delev was particularly notable.

“Let’s pack the heavy stuff at the bottom. If we put it in like this, it’ll be hard to open and find things later.”

Ziel nodded slightly.

‘That’s correct, student Delev Kundel.’

Scratch, scratch.

One point was added to Delev.

Heavy items that won’t need to be taken out often go at the bottom.

Meanwhile, light items that need to be taken out relatively frequently go at the top.

This is the basics of packing a backpack.

But since the students didn’t know even the basics, there was no choice but to solve it through intuition, common sense, and intelligence.

“What’s this?”

“Looks like a tent. We should pack it at the bottom.”

“I’ve seen this before. I went with my father to watch soldiers train once, and it looked similar to this?”

There was also the method of relying on their limited experience.

Of course, knowing these things well alone wouldn’t make someone a group leader.

“Everyone gather around. Let’s put our heads together and discuss.”

There were as many as 20 people in one group.

“In my opinion… when I unfolded it, it looks like you could put your body inside? So maybe it’s for sleeping?”

“No way! How could you sleep in here? We’re not pupae!”

“We’re going on practical training. We shouldn’t think about the beds we usually sleep in, right?”

Celia gathered all those people together and started a discussion.

Scratch, scratch.

One point added to Celia.

A group leader isn’t simply the strongest student.

They need to know how to unite other students, gather opinions, and draw conclusions.

“Haha, I know this one well. This is a knife!”

“Anyone can see that, Quantus…”

“There might be people who don’t know, Ann!”

“No matter how clueless someone is, they’d know a knife…”

Meanwhile, Ann sighed while looking at Quantus.

“At this rate, we’ll never finish.”

The other group members didn’t know much but were just staring at Quantus, who was speaking the loudest.

“First, let’s lay out all the equipment we have.”

In the end, it was Ann who stepped forward instead of the loudly chattering Quantus.

Scratch, scratch.

Ziel immediately added one point for that behavior.

Among all this, there was also a student who showed unexpected capability.

‘Student Maris Sopen. Not bad at all.’

The Sopen Family owns a large trading company and conducts various businesses.

Perhaps because of that, she seemed to know quite a few items.

“This is a hook. You tie it to the end of a rope and use it normally, or tie it to a tree trunk.”

“How do you know, Maris?”

“When I was young, I saw the mercenaries who escorted my father’s trading company do it. And this… is a sleeping bag.”

It was unexpected knowledge.

Her reputation among the students was still not particularly good, but that wasn’t a consideration for Ziel.

Scratch, scratch.

Points were added without fail.

And Ziel awarded points to several other notable students.

His cold and sharp gaze swept over the students.

What was surprising in all this was-

“There’s space on the side of the backpack. Can’t we fit this in here?”

“Look at this. This folds like this too?”

“What’s this for? It’s really heavy.”

The fact that Ziel was accurately distinguishing and hearing everything all those students were saying individually, confirming the situation.

And so 30 minutes passed.

Ziel checked on the students who had gathered again.

As expected, it was a mess.

“But can I just hold this in my hand?”

“It won’t fit. Can’t help it.”

Some groups had finished packing their backpacks but had items left over.

“But standing like this was this hard…?”

“Ugh, I can’t breathe.”

They had put all the items in, but the center of gravity was a mess so they were swaying.

At least the group with Maris seemed to have grasped the purpose of the items to some extent and packed the backpack somewhat efficiently, if not perfectly.

Actually, teaching them would be simple.

Just by demonstrating like right now.

“Everyone pay attention.”

With those words, Ziel packed a backpack in an instant.

Starting with heavy items like the tent and sleeping bag, he began hanging and storing all the miscellaneous items on the backpack…

“Wh… whoa…”

“His hands are incredibly fast…”

“That’s how it all fits in?”

Everyone couldn’t hide their admiration.

Ziel, who had finished packing the backpack in an instant, called out Ann who was in front.

“Student Ann Peshwa. Come out and compare it with the backpack you packed.”

Ann came forward and compared the backpacks as instructed.

It was definitely different.

When she put on the backpack, it didn’t lean too far back like the one she had packed, nor did she sway.

Then Ziel personally tied the waist strap at the bottom of the backpack.

“This distributes the weight and makes it much more comfortable.”

“Ah… so that’s what it was for?”

With this, Ziel finished all his explanations.

And he explained why he hadn’t shown the demonstration first.

“Now I’ll announce the group leaders. The selection criteria is based on how you gathered and united opinions with your team members while packing backpacks for the past 30 minutes.”

Only then did the students sigh.

Who would have thought the group leader selection had already begun.

“First, Group 1. Student Delev Kundel. You are the group leader. You didn’t have much knowledge about the items, but I gave high points for how you united the other students.”

Delev accepted it calmly.

“Next, Group 2. Student Celia Rihart.”

“Oh!”

“I was impressed by how you gathered all the students to exchange opinions right from the start.”

Celia was happy to be recognized by the teacher.

“Next, Group 3. Student Ann Peshwa.”

“Huh?”

The person who reacted wasn’t Ann, but Quantus.

“Student Quantus Hopel. You seem happy for your friend.”

“Th… that’s!”

There was a misunderstanding, but before Quantus could say anything, Ziel continued.

“Student Ann Peshwa, like the other group leaders, did well in uniting the other confused students and exchanging opinions. There were some disagreements about the packing method, but the process of persuading them was good. That’s all.”

Quantus had an expression of absolute refusal to accept it, but Ann looked at Quantus and said one thing.

“You can be the leader next time.”

“The leader position…”

“How about vice leader?”

“Vice leader?”

Quantus’s eyes sparkled.

“When I’m not here, you’ll be the group leader, Quantus.”

“Hmm! That’s good enough…!”

Indeed, Ann was the only one who could handle Quantus well.

“Next up. Group 4. Student Lydia Rojas.”

Lydia Rojas.

One of the remaining first years who hadn’t taken Ziel’s classes.

Lydia was a bit surprised.

“M-me?”

“That’s right.”

“But Yurio is here, and Karen too…”

“Is there a problem with that?”

Ziel explained his reasoning.

“Student Lydia Rojas helped other struggling students while filling her own gaps and gathering information. As a result, she packed her backpack most excellently along with Group 5.”

Lydia’s face turned red as she lowered her head.

She never expected that someone as timid and quiet as herself would be selected as group leader.

Moreover, her group included Yurio and Karen, who had performed greatly in the recent exchange tournament, so she hadn’t even dared to hope…

“Um, couldn’t Yurio do it instead of me?”

“No.”

“Yes…”

Ziel rejected her outright.

He was cold in many ways.

“Finally, Group 5. Student Maris Sopen.”

Everyone was a bit surprised, but at least the Group 5 students seemed to accept it.

“Student Maris Sopen easily packed her backpack based on basic knowledge and helped other students. I gave high marks for this aspect.”

Thus concluded the group leader selection.

“All selected group leaders, come forward to receive your Praise Cards.”

The eyes of the five group leaders sparkled!

Before distributing the Praise Cards, Ziel added an explanation.

“I’ve added one special function for this field training.”

“What is it, Teacher?”

Celia’s eyes sparkled particularly bright!

“I’ll let you know when the training begins.”

“Ah, I’m curious!”

“Be patient.”

Then came the questions.

“Teacher! Can we ask questions now?”

“Go ahead. Student Celia Rihart.”

“Why do we need to pack backpacks like this for field training?”

“You’ll need to survive for 2 nights and 3 days with the given food supplies and materials. There will be no external support.”

“Ah…”

“I heard they’ll intervene if truly dangerous situations arise.”

“What kind of situations would those be?”

“When someone dies or suffers serious injury.”

“…”

In other words.

In normal situations, the students would have to manage on their own.

“Teacher, aren’t you coming…?”

“I’m going too.”

“Phew. That’s a relief then.”

Anyway, the reason for packing backpacks was clear.

A 2-night, 3-day field training.

The main purpose was to explore ruins and gain experience fighting magical beasts.

“And grades will be assigned based on the results of this field training.”

On top of that, there was the goal of good grades.

Grades were important.

While there was the option of being scouted early through exchange tournaments, that was an opportunity granted only to a very special few.

Most students ultimately had to prove themselves through their undergraduate grades.

Therefore, this field training was a very important event.

But then Ziel said something like this.

“You don’t need to worry about grades.”

What did he mean?

No need to worry?

Were first years an exception?

“You can achieve good grades.”

The reactions to those words were starkly divided.

‘Since Teacher says so.’

‘Well… it was like that during the exchange tournament too. So it’ll probably be the same this time?’

Students who trusted him infinitely.

On the other hand, the first years meeting Ziel for the first time had faces full of distrust.

‘What’s he talking about? How are we supposed to get good grades?’

‘Is there… something?’

Amid the divided reactions, Ziel mentioned the schedule.

“Field training starts next week. So until then, you’ll be conducting the training necessary for the practical work every day.”

At those words, the reactions were once again starkly divided.

‘Sigh… I wonder how tough it’s going to be…’

‘Will it be harder than Reflexes and Long Distance Running?’

The side already worrying.

‘What kind of training?’

‘How exactly are we supposed to prepare?’

The side tilting their heads as if they had no clue.

One student who couldn’t stand it anymore asked Celia.

“Um… Group Leader.”

“Yeah?”

“What kind of training is Teacher talking about?”

Celia pondered for a moment before answering like this.

“Just prepare to die.”

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