I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 4

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Episode 4

“It doesn’t sound fun at all, but you’re being positive. I’m scared I’ll go to war and die.”

Krushel spoke with an expression that looked almost like he was dying.

But perhaps not understanding his feelings,

Derick tilted his head with an incomprehensible expression.

“Isn’t dying in war the greatest honor? Cheer up. We’re soldiers now.”

A sentence that gathered every word that could stab at someone’s heart.

Even saying something like that is a talent.

“If you die, it’s all over…”

“Haha, as expected of a family that protects the imperial family, your patriotism is incredible. I respect that.”

Ion, who detected signs of an argument, quickly intervened and ended the conversation.

And once again, silence returned.

The one to break this silence was none other than the instructor.

-Attention all barracks. There will be a uniform fitting soon, so please come out to the parade ground in front of your barracks. That is all, transmission over.

“Since there are many people anyway and it’ll take a long time to gather, let’s wait leisurely before going.”

Ion, who had no military experience, suggested a terrible direction of opinion.

‘Oh, is he insane?’

This is a training camp where you could get yelled at even if you ran out immediately, and he wants to waste time.

It was truly shocking, but this wasn’t the end.

“I think the same.”

“Nobles should have composure. I’m learning from watching.”

These insane noble bastards were praising that opinion as if it were excellent.

‘You idiots! Are you really crazy to try slacking off in the military, especially from the training camp?’

Holding back harsh words was quite a task.

“I think we should rather go out quickly, don’t you think? We need to earn points.”

Since I couldn’t rush out alone, I suggested my opinion.

But all that came back were the lazy nobles’ responses.

“I’m too tired, let’s rest a bit more. They wouldn’t give points just for lining up first anyway.”

“Right. And if you stand in the front row, you stand out. The back is better.”

The words of Taylor and Pluto, who introduced themselves as being from baron families, gave me a headache.

‘These crazy bastards. This is the military!’

I could see all too clearly the future that would unfold if we went out late, so I couldn’t give up.

“Could you just trust me and go out now just this once? I have a bad feeling about this.”

“You could just go out alone first…”

“If you insist that much, let’s all trust Lord Paran together. It’s not like we’ll lose much by going out a little earlier.”

As expected of our Lord Ion.

Though he had suggested a strange opinion at first, he listened to the words of a mere count’s family.

“If you think so, I understand.”

“Let’s finish quickly and come back to get some rest.”

Since the words of the number one in this room’s hierarchy were absolute, everyone got up from their seats and went out to the corridor.

‘What the hell is this situation?’

Surprisingly, the corridor was quite deserted, as if everyone was thinking the same thing.

“What company, what platoon?”

As we came out of the building, an instructor wearing a red hat with two diamonds glared at us with fierce eyes.

“Company? What do you mean…”

“We haven’t been informed yet!”

I barely stopped Krushel from making a slip of the tongue, then provided the model answer.

“Haven’t gotten the word yet? Floor and room number of your barracks.”

“1st floor, room 7!”

“Up to room 4 is 1st platoon. You guys are 1st Company, 2nd Platoon. Got it?”

“Yes sir!”

“Line up in four columns in front of the flag matching your platoon.”

Looking at the ground at his words, there were flags for each platoon.

“It’s over there. Follow me.”

I led my confused roommates to line up in front of the 1st Company, 2nd Platoon flag.

“Cadet, what’s your name?”

Perhaps pleased with my actions, the instructor approached and asked for my name.

‘Damn, I don’t want to stand out.’

Being among these damn noble young masters, just moving within common sense makes you a top-tier ace.

“Paran Oclo!”

“You seem to have had an interest in the military before. Make sure to show an excellent performance with this opportunity.”

‘Instructor, what are you talking about?’

An interest in the military?

Unless you’re insane, how could such a thing exist?

“I… I will do my best to show you my efforts.”

“Good. By the way, has it been about a minute now?”

The instructor glanced at his watch and raised the corners of his mouth, and that expression was so evil it reminded me of… a demon.

-Attention all barracks.

He picked up the megaphone and spoke in a much heavier voice than before.

-Anyone who doesn’t come out within 15 seconds will have 5 points deducted. For reference, points are directly connected to grades, which I’ll explain later, so judge well. That is all.

Thud thud thud thud thud!!!

The sound of footsteps that could be heard as soon as he finished speaking.

The cadets who had been in a standoff in the barracks were rushing out.

‘They’re trembling at the thought of point deductions.’

Well, who would want to be deployed to the front lines?

Cadets poured out in numbers that made you worry about a stampede.

What was noticeable was that the few rooms that came out early were separated.

“Should an instructor have to say something twice before you come out!”

A fierce voice and expression that made you suspect he was a different person.

With that red hat on top, my PTSD made my hair stand on end.

“If you don’t have the awareness of being a soldier, it’s the instructor’s job to engrave it into your bones. All cadets who came out late. Drop and give me push-ups.”

At the instructor’s words, the noble cadets showed their displeasure but, afraid of point deductions, put their hands on the ground and got down.

“On one, say ‘soldier,’ on two, say ‘spirit’ as you come up. If you don’t do it properly, you’ll get point deductions. One!”

“Sol… soldier.”

The cadets moved creakily.

It was probably awkward.

Most of them had lived being treated like emperors in their families.

“Cadet, what’s your name?”

The instructor stood in front of one cadet, crouched down to make eye contact, and asked.

“Rekia Oshen.”

“Right, Cadet Rekia.”

The instructor nodded as if he understood and touched his hat a few times, then… exploded.

“Do it properly!!! Is this your bedroom at home?!!! Go deeper! Execute!”

A lion’s roar right in front of his face.

His subsequent actions were even bolder.

Thud!

“I waited here for a minute for you pieces of trash who are worse than garbage! I, for the lowest cadets in the military! You’ve completely lost your minds!”

He just stepped on the back of the prone Rekia with his foot.

Unable to withstand that force, Rekia eventually collapsed, and the instructor clicked his tongue watching it.

“You get point deductions. Get up and do it properly.”

The assistant instructor following the instructor wrote the name on paper.

It really was a point deduction.

Then the instructor glared at the other cadets and let out another lion’s roar.

“Two more haven’t done it! Who’s coming up! Two!”

“Atten…tion!!”

Perhaps overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

The cadets now began performing movements instinctively, beyond just avoiding point deductions.

“Your voice is too quiet! Do you think you can communicate with allies on the battlefield with that voice! One!”

“Soldier!!!”

“Two!”

“Atten…tion!!!”

“Don’t you understand what ‘quiet’ means! One!!!!”

“Soldier!!!!!”

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.

The disciplinary action repeated nearly 30 times.

Fortunately, my roommates and I avoided this harsh treatment thanks to leaving early.

‘If I imagine being in that situation… it’s terrifying.’

Just imagining it makes me feel suffocated.

“Since today is the first day, we’ll stop here. Make sure to stay alert from now on. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay.”

Various responses.

These noble young masters are hopeless even after receiving disciplinary action.

“From now on, we’ll move to the Clothing Supply Warehouse. Each platoon will form four columns. Execute.”

Are humans truly animals of adaptation?

The formation was completed much faster than during the entrance ceremony.

“1st Company, 1st Platoon will follow this instructor.”

Our 2nd Platoon followed behind the 1st Platoon that departed first, heading to the warehouse.

“If we hadn’t listened to Paran and came out late, we would have been in real trouble.”

Krushel spoke with an expression like he’d aged ten years.

‘Right, at least you know. That’s fortunate.’

I hope this opportunity helped him come to his senses, though I’m not sure if that will actually happen.

“We were lucky. And I think it’s best to try our hardest at the Training Camp.”

“That seems right. It’s only 2 weeks anyway, and this determines whether we go to the front or rear.”

Ion nodded and agreed with my words.

‘Right, that’s a good mindset. You should have thought that way earlier.’

No, it’s not even 5 weeks, just 2 weeks.

Just enough time for a taste.

Honestly, isn’t this amount of time worth giving it your all, thinking you’re already dead?

I couldn’t be happier about my roommates’ enlightenment.

“But isn’t it disappointing? To think we only get 2 weeks of officer training instead of the original 12 weeks. According to my father, you make lots of memories here.”

Derick’s habitually insane comment.

That’s not even worth listening to, so I’ll just ignore it.

“Raise both arms and straighten your back.”

After arriving at the warehouse and being measured with a tape measure, we received two sets of military uniforms and other clothing items in bundles.

‘There’s a damn lot of stuff.’

From socks to underwear.

This probably means we should only wear these from now on.

“Ugh, you want me to wear these cheap clothes? Are you crazy?”

“This isn’t silk! I have sensitive skin! Don’t you have anything else?!”

The noble gentlemen who still haven’t come to their senses.

They demanded silk clothes from the soldiers distributing uniforms.

“Cadet, don’t you like the military uniform?”

The instructor’s kind visit.

Since the cadets had fear instilled in them from the earlier disciplinary action, raising their voices like before was impossible.

“N…no, sir!”

“Then if you’ve received it, return to formation. Why are you loitering around!”

“Yes…!”

‘He’s not giving them disciplinary action for this?’

Seeing him let nonsense like silk clothes slide, that instructor is definitely an angel.

If there’s one problem.

Even angels have their limits, and our pure evil noble gentlemen are enough to make Satan cry.

“I’ll pay extra, so change the lining of this to silk. The family can handle materials and alterations if you tell them…”

“Cadet.”

The instructor firmly grabbed the shoulder of the cadet trying to add options to his military uniform.

And brought his face close.

“Drop and give me push-ups!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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“From now on, I will explain the 2-week curriculum and Training Camp regulations.”

After changing into military uniforms, we moved to a building called the auditorium without any time to rest.

Fortunately, there were chairs to sit on, so our bodies were comfortable.

“Who’s sleeping while I’m talking right now!”

Another lion’s roar erupted before he even started speaking.

At that voice, the cadet who was dozing jerked his head around and came to his senses.

“Assistant instructors will deduct points immediately upon discovering any cadet sleeping from now on.”

At the instructor’s words, the waiting assistant instructors began to move.

Only then did the cadets straighten their backs and focus.

After confirming they were somewhat ready, the instructor opened his mouth again.

“Since it came up, I’ll tell you about point deductions first. As you all seem to know, the Training Camp ranks cadets using a point system.”

A structure where you have to worry about grades even in the military.

Nothing could be more vile and despicable.

“The day before Training Camp graduation, cadets can choose their desired unit based on their ranking, so I don’t need to explain how important this is.”

Perhaps because it’s related to their own futures.

The cadets’ ears perked up.

“Point deductions include falling behind in training, failure to follow orders, violations in the barracks, etc. Seeing how you cadets behaved today, it seems like just not getting points deducted would put you in the top ten.”

I completely agree with that.

‘Seriously, this might be easier than I thought.’

It’s a bit harsh to say, but these bastards are all truly worthless, every single one of them.

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