I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 10

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Episode 10

“You’ll need to listen carefully to the classes, right? Especially since most of you will be deployed to the front lines, tactical studies that can be used in actual combat are essential.”

At Jaebin’s words, the cadets’ expressions and atmosphere instantly soured.

‘Just thinking about front line deployment makes me dizzy.’

I might seriously consider ‘deserting.’

‘But it’s not everyone, so there’s enough chance to avoid it.’

Thanks to the magic bullet bonus points, fortunately there’s still a thread of hope alive.

“I’ve chatted a bit too long. Next is naval tactics. Since the Adits Empire has the maritime kingdom of Osiris as an ally, make sure to memorize this section completely as well.”

A bizarre and terrible teaching method.

With every word he spoke, the exam scope expanded like crazy.

‘Stop it… you bastard.’

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“We will now conduct a barracks inspection. Check the scoring sheet that was distributed for the criteria.”

During the time when all the cadets had gone to attend classes.

In the barracks, assistant instructors and instructors had gathered together to prepare for a covert operation.

-Barracks Inspection Scoring Sheet-

# If there is trash on the desk. Entire room deduction 1 point

# If bedding is not properly arranged. Corresponding candidate deduction 1 point

# If clothes are not properly organized. Corresponding candidate deduction 1 point

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“If we follow these criteria, it seems like no barracks will survive.”

The assistant instructor said with a completely different, humane expression from what he showed in front of the cadets.

“That’s right. The current cadets are truly at a hopeless level.”

Lieutenant Gavin, the discipline instructor, shook his head with a disgusted expression.

“You could say it’s the worst ever.”

“That’s why we need to create even more difference with points to make them come to their senses.”

“Understood.”

“Then let’s begin.”

After dividing the areas each would score, Lieutenant Gavin began touring the first floor.

“First, Room 1.”

The room closest to the main gate.

As soon as Lieutenant Gavin opened the door and entered, he frowned.

‘What the hell is this.’

Perhaps they left in a hurry, the desk was a complete mess and the bedding wasn’t arranged either.

“They just shed their skin and left. This looks like what they wore to sleep.”

The assistant instructor who entered together pointed to underwear thrown on the bed.

“There’s not a single thing that passes the scoring sheet. Sigh.”

Lieutenant Gavin’s 2 years as an instructor.

From the very first room, he witnessed the worst among hundreds of barracks inspections.

“Let’s move on to the next one.”

The lieutenant sighed and moved his steps to Room 2.

“Uh…”

This time too, the scene that greeted them when they opened the door was truly shocking.

Bedding in disarray without order, chairs knocked over as if there had been an explosion.

Lieutenant Gavin’s blood pressure shot up instantly upon checking the condition.

“These guys.”

Instructors and assistant instructors usually force themselves to yell and force themselves to get angry at cadets.

Because they know the standards they apply to them are far too excessive.

But this… was too much from a human perspective.

“Here too, there doesn’t seem to be anything we can skip without checking on the scoring sheet.”

“Record everything for now. I thought we spoke strongly enough. They still haven’t come to their senses.”

As the lieutenant shook his head and examined the rooms.

The further back they went, all expectations toward the cadets seemed to die, and he was just sighing and coming out.

“Room 7. I wonder what kind of crazy antics this one will surprise me with.”

The lieutenant opened the door with a now disgusted expression.

Room 7 revealed itself.

Before even stepping foot inside, the lieutenant and assistant instructor froze in great shock.

“Why… is it clean.”

A floor with no trash, dust aside.

A desk with only normal items like writing instruments placed on it.

Clothes hanging on hangers.

These were parts that were naturally maintained even in the previous class, but to the two who had seen six shocking rooms, it was a miracle.

“Instructor, this candidate… even folded his blanket before leaving.”

Normally the two would have looked with eagle eyes for any speck of dust, but they were already satisfied.

Especially the assistant instructor was startled as if he had discovered some new civilization upon seeing the bed with folded blankets.

“Huh, who owns that bed.”

“Paran Oclo…? It says.”

“Paran? I’ve heard that somewhere… the friend Captain Edentel mentioned.”

Before the barracks inspection, the lieutenant had a meal with instructors including Captain Edentel.

The story of the accident during magic bullet practice naturally came up there.

Captain Edentel wouldn’t let pass the heroic tale of Paran who prevented what could have been a major accident.

“Is there some problem with this friend?”

“Rather than a problem, he’s a candidate that Instructor Edentel praised highly. I can’t give you the details, but he apparently prevented an accident during training.”

“A candidate did…?”

The assistant instructor tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand, but the lieutenant didn’t say more.

Accidents that happen in the military should be buried first and foremost.

‘The corners aren’t perfect, but this level is sufficient.’

If it had been the previous class, even if not a deduction, he would have given a warning to fold the blanket properly.

But this batch is, in crude terms, a garbage-tier class.

Just folding the blanket could be seen as heroic behavior.

“How many points was the barracks life excellence candidate bonus?”

“2 points.”

“Give it to this candidate. We haven’t seen everything yet, but this room seems like it’ll be the cleanest.”

As the lieutenant predicted, from Room 8 onward, hell unfolded again.

Thus Room 7 was selected as the best room in the first barracks inspection, and Paran was chosen as the most excellent candidate.

“He seems like he might be the most useful, so we’ll need to keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll spread the word to the other assistant instructors too.”

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“Sigh, I’m tired.”

I don’t even know how time passed.

Running, lying down, running, eating, sleeping.

A life with no personal time, always waiting only for the moment to lie on the bed, and when you close your eyes, morning comes again immediately.

Before I knew it, this hell had already reached Friday, the last day of weekdays.

‘Let’s just endure today since they’ll let us rest on weekends.’

You might say it’s a false hope, but the Empire, whatever else it may not do, absolutely guarantees weekends.

-All trainees are to assemble at the parade ground in full dress uniform with swords equipped. That is all, transmission over.

Thud thud thud thud thud.

Already 5 days since entering the training camp.

The cadets rushed out of their rooms and sprinted down the corridor like Pavlov’s dogs.

Of course, I too grabbed my sword and rushed out of the dormitory room to claim a spot in the front row of the formation before anyone could say anything.

What’s so good about doing this, you ask?

‘At least it’s safe.’

It’s a move to avoid getting points deducted, not to earn bonus points.

“Who dropped their sword on the ground! Would a candidate treat it the same way even if it were their own heart!”

“I’m… I’m sorry!”

“Drop and give me push-ups!”

A candidate who had rushed out and failed to properly secure his scabbard to his waist had dropped his sword.

‘Poor guy.’

Anyone could drop a sword like that, but they’re making such a big deal about it.

“One, the sword is! Two, the second heart! One!”

“The sword is!”

“Louder! Two!”

“The second heart!!”

“One!”

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Harsh disciplinary action.

It’s a disgusting and inhumane sight, but maybe because I’ve seen it so often.

I’ve reached the point where I don’t even think anything about it anymore.

‘I’m scared of myself. I need to escape quickly.’

I’m really grateful it’s only 2 weeks.

“Cadets, did you eat a hearty breakfast?”

“Yes!!!!”

The cadets answered the instructor’s question from the platform with disciplined voices.

‘Now even these young masters look like proper soldiers.’

They even answer in unison now, what remarkable progress.

“Today was supposed to be running, but due to schedule changes, we’ll be conducting individual combat training instead.”

‘Shit, what did he say?’

Individual combat.

If you had to pick the three most difficult training exercises in the military, this would definitely be one of them.

“Awesome, no running today.”

“We’re lucky today.”

The cadets who didn’t know what individual combat training was quietly celebrated.

‘You idiots, this is when you should be crying.’

I’m the only one taking this seriously.

“Individual combat training develops skills essential for actual combat, and I will be conducting it personally. Anyone who falls behind will receive intensive disciplinary education and a 3-point deduction, so make sure to see it through to the end. Understood!”

“Understood!!!!”

Ion’s expression brightened at the mention of point deductions.

‘This guy is obsessed with scores.’

His obsession is frightening – so much so that he reduced his already meager four hours of sleep to two hours and became the only one to get a perfect score on the tactics exam.

‘Thanks to him, I’ve been working harder too, which is good. But sometimes he goes overboard.’

It’s a miracle he hasn’t collapsed yet.

“I hope the cadets never give up. 1st Company, 1st Platoon, forward march toward the parade ground!”

At the departure signal, the 1st Company, 1st Platoon began moving in step.

‘Who would believe these were distinctive noble young masters just a week ago?’

There’s a reason they say humans are creatures of adaptation.

“Candidate, center.”

We arrived at the parade ground, and the instructor pointed to the candidate in the very center.

“Center!”

“Arm’s length apart, align left and right.”

“Ugh!!”

They aligned themselves while making strange sounds, though I have no idea why they do such things.

“Among the various individual combat movements, I’ll start by teaching you the low crawl. Assistant instructor, take position.”

Thud! Thud!

The assistant instructor climbed onto the platform with movements that didn’t seem human.

Now he’s such a familiar face that I’m almost glad to see him.

“Assistant instructor, low crawl. By the numbers, one!”

“One!”

Thump!

The assistant instructor pressed his entire body, including his face, completely against the ground.

“This is the first movement by the numbers, the ready position. As you can see, it’s important to bend your elbows, keep your arms close to your body, and not spread your legs.”

Up to this point, maybe because it looked easy.

The cadets’ expressions were quite calm.

As if they were thinking, “This is going to be a piece of cake today.”

“Assistant instructor, movement two!”

“Two!”

The assistant instructor repeated the command and extended his left arm forward while lifting his upper body.

“The key here is not to lift your upper body too much to prevent exposure to the enemy. Movement three!”

“Three!”

The assistant instructor used his remaining right arm to pull against the ground and moved his body forward.

A movement method that minimized the use of feet and focused mainly on arm strength.

It looked difficult just watching it.

“That completes the low crawl movement. Does everyone understand?”

“Yes…!!”

“Then we’ll start right away. Cadets, low crawl movement one!”

Now that the demonstration was over, was it our turn to be dragged into hell?

The instructor started the training without delay.

‘Damn it.’

Thinking I was screwed, I quickly pressed my body against the ground.

“Hold your sword with both hands. Dropping your sword will be considered giving up your life, and I will conduct intensive disciplinary education!”

The instructor threatened in a menacing voice while walking among the cadets.

“Repeat the command. Movement two!”

“Movement two!!!!”

The movement to lift the upper body.

Well, honestly, it’s not difficult at all yet.

But there are always people who find it challenging.

“Who told you to arch your back so gracefully! Does the candidate not understand the purpose of individual combat training?”

“N… No sir!”

“Then explain why this movement is necessary in actual combat.”

A question thrown with a menacing gaze.

If he couldn’t answer properly, that candidate would definitely get points deducted.

“To conceal ourselves and survive without being detected by the enemy, sir.”

“Hmm, correct. You know well. But do you think arching your back like that is right?”

“No sir!!!”

“Make sure you do it properly.”

“Yes sir!!!”

Maybe because he shouted loudly and gave the correct answer.

The instructor left without saying anything else.

‘He survived that, is he Bear Grylls or something?’

Of course, that doesn’t mean perfect survival.

The real hell starts now.

“Movement three!”

“Movement three!!!!”

Swoosh!

As nearly a thousand candidates moved simultaneously, a sandstorm kicked up.

“This is an essential movement you must master to survive on battlefields where arrows and even magical devices fly around these days. We’ll repeat it. Movement one!”

“Movement one!”

Honestly, the movement isn’t that difficult just once.

But the problem is that it never ends.

“From now on, we’ll perform continuous movements. Low crawl forward!”

“Begin!!!!”

It’s been 30 minutes since training started.

After performing the movement over fifty times, pain began rising from my elbows.

‘Damn it, this is why you need protective gear during individual training.’

If they had told us about the training in advance, I would have at least brought socks to wear.

“Candidate, what did you just do? Are you going to stay still like that on the battlefield too?!”

A candidate who skipped one movement due to exhaustion was unlucky enough to catch the instructor’s eye.

“From now on, candidate, you’ll do it twice when others do it once. Understood!”

“Yes sir!!”

“Low crawl continuous movement!”

Swoosh! Swoosh!

“Training won’t end until all candidates have perfectly mastered the movement!”

In other words, they’ll keep drilling us until they feel like stopping.

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