On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 8

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 008

 

 

Is This Even Reasonable Training? (2)

 

 

The Teaching Assistant grumbled as he headed toward the auditorium.

 

“I should really just quit this job.”

 

Third year as a Teaching Assistant.

He knew.

To become a Full Professor, you had to absolutely obey the Professor’s words.

Only then could you receive recommendation letters and gain an advantage in professorial appointments.

The Professor’s word was law.

It was dirty and petty, but when others were getting jobs at Influential Family Knight Orders and opening academies, he had chosen to be a Teaching Assistant, so this was something he had to endure.

Anyway, the reason the Teaching Assistant was going to the auditorium today was to meet Ziel. To at least probe around a bit as the Professor had instructed.

 

‘There’s no way the Imperial Family is really backing him.’

 

Professor Elcanto seemed to be thoroughly misunderstanding, if he was misunderstanding at all.

Does that even make sense?

 

“Why would someone backed by the Imperial Family work as a liberal arts instructor?”

 

If he had the Imperial Family backing him, it would be more realistic for him to come as a Full Professor at the very least, or better yet, come as some department head rather than a professor.

 

“Almost there now…”

 

The Teaching Assistant checked the time, arrived at the auditorium, opened the door, and stepped inside.

And he was left speechless.

 

‘What, what is this?’

 

Screams filled the air.

 

“Ugh!”

“Urgh!”

“Ah!”

 

And students kept falling down and getting back up in sequence.

The students who got up kept looking around, and each time they did so, they would inevitably fall over and tumble without fail.

 

“What… are they doing?”

 

This was clearly a Self-Defense Arts class.

Why were as many as 40 students lined up in 5 rows getting beaten up?

By the instructor, no less.

 

“What is this…”

 

Some new form of corporal punishment?

While the Teaching Assistant muttered in bewilderment, another student fell.

A face that immediately caught his eye.

It was Delev Kundel.

But strangely, Delev had a pleased expression even after being hit.

 

“I could see it just now…”

 

He even seemed frustrated as if it was a shame.

The other students weren’t much different.

Even when they tumbled, they sprang right back up, and several students seemed to regret not being able to block it.

 

“This isn’t corporal punishment?”

 

No matter how he looked at it, he was puzzled.

 

‘Even if it’s a class, these aren’t students who would just stand there and take a beating.’

 

While there were some exceptions, several of them were children from renowned Noble Families.

In the case of Kundel and Rihart, even professors had to be careful around them.

Yet all the students, including those from Kundel and Rihart, were now participating in the class without the slightest complaint.

 

“Just what did he do and how…”

 

Even during this time, students continued to fall.

And in between, Ziel would appear and give advice to the students.

 

“Student Karen, your movement was fast just now. Your prediction is good, but it’s better to predict only when you’re confident. Next time, try to time it a bit better and raise your arm.”

“Yes, yes! Teacher.”

“I’ll watch again in a moment.”

 

Then Ziel pretended to go behind Yurio Harmatan, appeared in front again, and lightly tapped his chest.

 

“Hup.”

“Surprise Attacks don’t distinguish between front, back, left, or right. Remember that. Heighten your senses to the maximum.”

 

Ziel continued to randomly ambush students and repeat his advice, and the Teaching Assistant discovered one amazing phenomenon.

The students were smiling.

The students who seemed like they were about to block but couldn’t were doing so.

 

“That was so close!”

“That was good just now. But you were looking too much to the left. If you focus your gaze a bit more to the right, you should be able to block this kind of speed easily enough.”

 

Was Self-Defense Arts supposed to be like this?

The Teaching Assistant recalled the liberal arts classes from when he was once a student at this Sword School.

He only remembered laughing and chatting or preparing for major exams.

That’s how all liberal arts classes were.

Just classes where you’d get credit if you attended reasonably well.

Everyone participated because you’d have missing credits if you skipped, but it was a class where neither instructors nor students had any motivation…

 

“Huh.”

 

Ziel Steelheart.

What kind of person is he?

 

‘Does he really have backing from the Imperial Family?’

 

Otherwise, there’s no way students would listen so well…

Usually, liberal arts instructors are lucky if students even call them ‘Teacher.’

Thanks to Edelwein Academy’s terrible treatment, the quality of instructors who applied wasn’t much to look at either.

 

“Student Celia. Raise your arm a bit higher. If your opponent had been holding a weapon, you would have injured your arm.”

 

But Ziel Steelheart was a bit different.

Backing aside…

He’s fast.

He was fast enough that students could hardly respond no matter how much they concentrated.

Even with surprise attacks, if you’re attacked repeatedly like this, you’d think they could block at least once.

 

“…What exactly did this person do before coming here?”

 

Bang!

 

Then a smoke bomb went off too.

What little composure remained completely vanished.

Students collapsing through the thick smoke.

 

“What kind of class is this?”

 

When the smoke had mostly cleared.

Ziel declared a break.

 

“50 minutes have passed. Take a 10-minute break and we’ll continue.”

 

With those words, students sat down or sprawled out as if they’d been waiting for it.

50 minutes.

Maintaining maximum concentration for that amount of time is never an easy task.

Even more so when staying tense and keeping your muscles taut, ready to counterattack.

It’s really an unheard-of teaching method…

But strangely, it didn’t look bad to the Teaching Assistant’s eyes.

 

“Alright, let’s start again.”

 

After taking a 10-minute break.

You could see that the students were improving little by little, bit by bit, compared to before.

 

“Ah! I blocked it!”

“You grazed it, Student Celia.”

“But you’ll still give me a Praise Card, right?”

“No. You have to block it completely.”

 

Whether they had adapted to the speed or Ziel had lowered his surprise attack speed, the students were adapting.

The Teaching Assistant was watching that scene intently, having forgotten his original purpose.

The student who clearly stood out was Delev.

 

“Student Delev Kundel. Just now, your turning motion with your right foot as the axis was slow.”

“I almost blocked it this time.”

“No. You failed to block it. Could you say such things if you were stabbed by a sword?”

 

Though Ziel said this, the students were realizing it themselves.

Something is becoming visible.

What they couldn’t respond to at all initially was gradually improving as they applied Ziel’s advice.

 

‘It really works when I do what Teacher says.’

‘It feels like the timing is matching?’

 

Of course, there was also the reason that Ziel wasn’t moving at maximum speed from the start, but it was sufficiently encouraging for the students.

Before they knew it, there were hardly any students who took the class lightly anymore.

These weren’t students who wouldn’t listen in the first place.

They just had no intention of concentrating because it was a liberal arts class.

Didn’t the seniors do the same?

They said no one listens to liberal arts classes.

But when they actually took the new liberal arts instructor’s class, it seemed pretty good.

At first it was shocking, then it was exhausting to death…

Should I call it the feeling of gradually improving?

It wasn’t simply because they were getting used to it.

 

“Student Delev Kundel, block a bit higher. And focus on the sounds coming from behind.”

“Student Karen. Your right leg is too stiff. Release the tension a bit faster.”

 

Each time they applied Ziel’s appropriate advice, the miraculous thing happened where they could respond a little better.

Above all, when Kundel and Rihart are being so enthusiastic, how could they not participate?

However.

 

“Ah! Damn… what’s the point of this crap!”

 

There was also a student who wasn’t like that.

Falling down and failing to defend throughout today’s class was the same for other students too.

But it seemed like he couldn’t accept that fact in the end.

 

“Just getting hit, how is this supposed to be a class…”

 

Maris Sopen.

That student who got caught using mana last time.

Though not very loud, he was grumbling as if he wanted to be heard.

 

“What are we supposed to develop with this crap? Damn it, really.”

 

The Sopen Family.

The eldest son of a family positioned just below the Empire’s Five Great Families.

Maris thought his pride had been hurt in the last class.

Couldn’t he just let the mana usage slide? Did he have to point it out like that?

 

‘There he goes again.’

 

Karen, who was right next to him, let out a sigh.

He had been famous since enrollment.

A freshman who acted like he was from one of the Five Great Families when he wasn’t.

She wondered if this was exactly what nouveau riche looked like.

 

“Hey, isn’t that right? Right. What was your name again?”

 

He even tried to talk to her, so Karen deliberately ignored him.

Then Maris’s face contorted.

 

“Hey, can’t you hear me?”

 

That was exactly when it happened.

Just as Ziel was going to another student and was about to head toward Maris.

 

“Hey, you’re breaking my concentration, so shut your mouth.”

 

A sharp rebuke came from behind.

 

“What did you say?”

 

Maris let out a hollow laugh and turned his head, then made a “hik” sound.

 

“Are you the only one taking this class? Close your mouth. Why do you keep grumbling? If you have complaints, get out.”

“De, Delev. That’s not what I meant…”

 

Delev Kundel.

 

‘Wasn’t he behind me earlier?’

 

He was definitely standing a bit away, wasn’t he?

 

“You’re disrupting my concentration. So shut your mouth.”

“Uh, well…”

“Can’t you understand?”

“Ah, I got it.”

 

Kundel.

One of the families that shared the Empire’s founding history.

No matter how much they had risen recently, they couldn’t help but fall short in terms of history, tradition—in other words, lineage and prestige.

Edelwein Academy’s grade hierarchy was quite strict, but what transcended that was precisely a family’s prestige.

 

“…”

 

Maris quietly closed his mouth.

While glancing back behind him.

Karen, who was beside him, clicked her tongue inwardly at that sight.

He looked really pathetic.

 

“Ugh!”

 

While turning around, he even got hit by Ziel who had just appeared.

 

“Ah shit!”

“Student Maris. If you make noise one more time, it’s a warning.”

“But, you see!”

“And if you have complaints about my teaching method, tell me directly.”

“Well…”

“Understood?”

“…Yes.”

 

The Teaching Assistant also shrugged at that scene.

 

‘Well, it’s always like this.’

 

Is there any business to be done in front of noble families?

Especially in front of the Five Great Families.

However, it was somewhat surprising that Delev had stepped forward like that.

 

‘Does he really not dislike Teacher Ziel?’

 

After getting thoroughly beaten in the first Self-Defense Arts class, I thought something would happen, but it quietly passed over.

Even now, he could have just watched, but if you think about it, he helped Ziel.

 

‘What on earth is this? Does Delev perhaps know Teacher Ziel’s backing?’

 

The Imperial Family’s backing.

 

‘Could it really be?’

 

Is this the insight of a Full Professor after all?

A Professor is a Professor.

Not a career to be taken lightly.

He couldn’t have gotten the professor position just by Dart Throwing.

While another person’s thoughts were growing like this—

 

“Student Delev Kundel. Your reaction is slower than before. Focus.”

“Kugh!”

 

Delev was looking toward Ziel and ended up allowing an attack absurdly.

It felt somewhat unfair.

He had even helped just now.

Couldn’t he go a bit easier?

Delev subtly mentioned what had just happened as if showing off.

 

“Ah. Teacher, and you don’t need to worry about what just happened. His concentration seemed to be dropping a bit, so I just said a word…”

“Leaving your seat makes concentration drop even more.”

“….”

 

I helped him for nothing.

 

“Pfft.”

 

The sound of laughter from beside me.

It’s definitely Celia.

 

‘Damn it.’

 

“But thanks to that, it seems student Karen has regained his concentration. That was well done.”

 

And then Ziel leaves.

Delev fell into confusion.

Was that really praise?

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