Chapter 39

I forgot to post this as a reservation!

It's been almost two months since the start of the school year.

The Slope Club, which Allen founded, was thriving.

"Hey, I said run with your upper body! Go home!"

"Use your head! Go home!"

"Stop thinking with your head! Go home!"

"Senior, keep it up! It's great!"

"Listen to the voice of the earth with your knees and answer with your butt! Quit!"

My job as the supervisor of the Slope Club is to keep shouting power harassment words and overtake the members.

I've already run out of the usual insults and am now spouting increasingly incomprehensible phrases, but no one is dropping out.

Not only that, the number of Slope Club members has dramatically increased.

Three days after Senior Reido started participating in the Slope Club's morning practice, after school, three third-year students came to me, accompanied by Senior Reido, saying they wanted to join the Slope Club.

"These are my friends from 3-A. They heard I'm participating in the Slope Club's training and asked me to introduce Allen to them. I think guiding seniors can be challenging, but they are not careless and will approach club activities with sincerity. Could you please allow them to join?"

"Please, we kindly request your permission."

The seniors bowed awkwardly but with visible signs of training, and asked to join.

They are from the Royal Academy's 3-A class.

Despite their high pride, they are using polite language and bowing to me, a younger and sudden arrival...

I can imagine they must be inwardly unhappy...

While thinking this, I immediately agreed.

After all, it was Senior Reido's recommendation.

There was no option to refuse.

Originally, I would listen to each person's goals, observe their running, give advice, and then let them run on their own.

It's not much work.

However...

Two days later, seniors from 2-C class, a group of ten, came to me, saying they wanted to join the Slope Club.

I thought they could just run on their own without joining the club, but the representative, Conri, a short-haired, spiky-haired senior who looked like a typical sports club member, said with full determination, "We graduate next year. We want to move up to the upper class at all costs! Please help us!"

He even performed a dogeza, a gesture of deep apology, which is usually reserved for criminals in this world, creating a tragic atmosphere.

Pressed by his determination, and thinking it wasn't much work, I agreed and spent an entire afternoon conducting interviews with the seniors, explaining the basic principles of the Slope Club, such as body strengthening and mana compression, and giving advice on individual challenges.

But the next day was miserable.

After the afternoon classes ended, I was about to head out to the city, thinking of finding a struggling blacksmith despite the master's stubbornness, when I opened the classroom door and saw a long line of people wanting to join the club.

Seeing the line, a bad feeling crept into my mind.

Godorphen's original task was to "improve the morning class situation."

However, during the negotiation, I had set the condition that "the target is limited to Slope Club members."

This is a gray area...

While the scheme is perfect, with this many people, it's hard to predict what unexpected situations might arise.

If Godorphen argues that the target is all Slope Club members, it could create a flaw in the otherwise flawless recommendation from my teacher.

While thinking this, the senior at the front of the line, from 2-A class, turned out to be a very arrogant and unpleasant person.

"Are you Allen Lovene? As you may know, I am Rudelio von Dyalmaque, a top student in 2-A. Your Slope Club seems to have gained quite a reputation. You've done a good job. If I join, the brand value of the club will soar, and its name will be known throughout the country. My condition for joining is one: you must switch roles with me as the supervisor by next year's promotion. Of course, if you want to switch immediately, I'm willing to accept it."

"Kukukuku" (his followers)

He was a typical fool.

"It's an honor to have the famous Senior Rudelio visit. However, I don't think I'm qualified to teach others. Especially someone as famous as you, I couldn't possibly..."

"Phew"

I politely declined his request, but Faye's laughter from behind made Senior Rudelio's face turn red with anger.

"What!

You must have done your research! Do you understand the implications of rejecting my offer? I am the heir to the Dyalmaque family, one of only nine marquess families in this country. Do you think a sudden arrival from a rural viscount family can lead a peaceful school life by opposing me?!"

His aggressive stance was impressive, but to me, who has experienced the killing intent of my mother and Godorphen, it was like a child's play.

I found it ridiculous to spend more time on this exchange with Senior Rudelio and left the scene without a word.

"Kya-ha-ha-ha!"

"Kukukuku. It seems you are not qualified, Senior Rudelio."

I heard these very combative voices from behind but ignored them as they were too troublesome.

However, the next day and onwards, the number of people wanting to join the club did not decrease.

I don't know how the word spread, but seniors and classmates who had awkwardly learned my hobby of "bowing" kept applying to join every day.

It was troublesome, and I was concerned about Godorphen's task, so I wanted to reject everyone, but as a third son from a rural viscount's family, I couldn't bear to trample on the sincere efforts of people who bowed to me.

However, I didn't have the time to spend on strangers.

So, I decided to involve Lio, Dan, and Stella, who were already in the first team, and immediately promoted Stella.

"Guiding others is difficult. I'm not at that level, and neither are you. However, the process of guiding others can lead to valuable insights. I've also strongly felt, as the supervisor of the Slope Club, that guiding others requires repetitive training for the guide as well. I want you to take on the role of deputy supervisors in the Slope Club. Lio will handle the third years, Dan the second years, and Stella the first years. I'll leave the guiding principles to you. After about six months, we'll choose a new supervisor from among you three and integrate the best aspects of each of your approaches into a unified policy."

I said this, making it sound plausible, and delegated all the responsibilities, including member interviews.

Lio and Stella, being simple-minded, easily caught the spirit, but Dan, with his sharp insight, pointed out, "Isn't this just because Allen finds it troublesome?"

However, since Godorphen, the advisor, had explicitly stated he wouldn't interfere with the policy, "the rules are mine," and I pushed through my decision forcefully.

Dark politics at its finest.

In these two months, I also created another scheme using my supervisory authority.

It was the introduction of "managers."

In this world, it seems there was no concept of having managers in club activities. I, who had always been a perennial homeroom club member, had also forgotten about their existence.

One morning, in the dormitory cafeteria, I saw the committee president, or rather, Keith, fetching water for his friends who were eating grilled fish that smelled suspiciously rotten, and it clicked.

This guy seems like a manager...

So, I used my supervisory authority to forcibly make Keith the manager of the Slope Club.

"A club without a manager is like a kake-udon without green onions! You don't understand the importance of garnishes!"

Keith ignored my famous quote and asked, "Manager...? What exactly do you want me to do?"

By the time a month had passed, the number of members had exceeded 100, and it was impossible to keep track of everyone's progress just by overtaking them.

Honestly, I didn't care much about the members' progress, but it would be irresponsible and leave a bad impression to tell Godorphen, "I delegated everything, so I have no idea."

So, I instructed Faye to create a device, similar to the one I had previously destroyed, that records the mana levels of members while they run. Faye would bear all the costs.

Faye, with a scary smile, said, "Allen is a harsh boss. I'll owe you one."

Faye, a talented member of the Draugon family, said, "It's just an improvement on an existing product. I already had the design, and anyone outside could do this," and delivered over 100 magical devices the next day. She is truly a prodigy.

Thus, I created a very convenient system where the manager collects the data and sends it to me daily, without me having to do anything.

Additionally, since it seemed too much for one manager, I appointed Keith as the chief manager and had him manage the recruitment and development of other managers.

Currently, there are two managers per grade, totaling six.

Of course, all of them also participate in running as playing managers.

I only asked for data management, but the managers, who are exceptionally capable students from the Royal Academy's civil servant course, took the initiative to analyze the relationship between training status and growth rates, manage health and schedules, and create new tasks on their own.

Thus, I focused on my routine and only shouted power harassment words at the members, without interfering in the details.

Two months after Godorphen gave me the task, I stormed into the staff room again.

By the way, I just discovered the ranking tag setting, so I set it up!

If you find it interesting, I would be grateful if you could click on the "Narou Ranking" button below.

It seems to automatically tally the clicks.

(I haven't been supporting my favorite works at all... I'm sorry...)