I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 50

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Episode 50

 

Clack!

 

The wooden swords clashed fiercely in mid-air.

 

Naturally, Derick was matching Paran’s tempo.

 

‘The guy who mercilessly cuts down even those weaker than him in the company is being kinder than anyone here.’

 

Honestly, Garen had been finding Derick’s behavior oddly inconsistent since earlier.

 

‘The guys who got beaten by him would be horrified if they came to see this.’

 

His bright personality was the same in the company, but that was only during normal times.

 

Once training began, he would show no mercy in his strikes, training with such intensity as if he held some grudge – Derick was called a little demon in the company.

 

“Haaah!”

 

Clack!

 

Paran’s wooden sword swung quickly, pressing Derick back.

 

‘I expected it from watching him train, but his skills are more pitiful than I thought.’

 

If he hadn’t shown that talent during training, he would have already left.

 

‘This sparring match will end like this.’

 

It looked like he was pressing forward, but that was only because Derick was purely defending.

 

Soon that friend Paran would reach his limit too, so shortly…

 

“Ugh! Haaah!!!”

 

Clack! Claaack!

 

As if making a final desperate attack, Paran swung his wooden sword forcefully.

 

Once from above, once from the side.

 

It was nothing particularly special, and Derick deployed the same defensive movements as before.

 

But problems tend to explode from unexpected places.

 

‘Huh…?’

 

Derick’s sword, blocking the second attack, was pushed back just slightly and grazed his collar.

 

“Stop! I surrender! I can’t do anymore!”

 

Naturally, Paran, who hadn’t realized his sword had grazed the collar, collapsed to the ground and spread both arms.

 

“That… was good today, hyung.”

 

Derick approached Paran with a bewildered expression.

 

“Did my skills improve a bit?”

 

“Yes. You’re growing at a surprisingly fast rate. Especially today.”

 

“Then that’s a relief.”

 

At Derick’s words, Paran raised the corners of his mouth as if satisfied.

 

Just like Lieutenant Garen, who couldn’t contain his laughter.

 

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“According to the report from the Intelligence Agency, the enemy is currently bringing in large quantities of timber.”

 

“Timber.”

 

Major General Gadus, the commander of Rimircastle, fell into deep thought upon hearing the new information.

 

‘They wouldn’t be repairing their own walls at this point, so are they manufacturing siege weapons?’

 

If they were planning to scale the walls, it would be a reasonable action.

 

“What do you think the enemy’s intentions are, Chief of Tactical Staff?”

 

Major General Gadus asked Colonel Teiran, who was in charge of tactics, for his thoughts.

 

“We should investigate a bit more, but for now, wouldn’t it be correct to assume they’ve begun manufacturing siege weapons?”

 

The same content as Major General Gadus’s thoughts came from his mouth.

 

“That would be right. The problem is we need to know what kind of siege weapons they’re manufacturing – is there no information about that?”

 

“No, they say it would be difficult to confirm that much.”

 

“Seeing how they’re hiding it, they must be up to something.”

 

The commanders attending the meeting each racked their brains, but penetrating the enemy’s intentions wasn’t such an easy task.

 

“Additionally, the enemy’s current Chief of Tactical Staff is said to be Baren Seto, the young duke of the Seto Ducal House.”

 

“Is that really true…?”

 

Colonel Teiran showed an emotional reaction for the first time since the meeting began.

 

“Yes, he joined them two weeks ago.”

 

“Of all people, it had to be him.”

 

“Do you know him?”

 

At Major General Gadus’s question, Colonel Teiran nodded.

 

“Yes, he’s someone called a genius of the century in academic circles.”

 

“Hmm, I do know of the Seto Ducal House, but isn’t calling him a genius of the century a bit exaggerated?”

 

Actually inflating abilities was also a tactic, so there was reason to be suspicious.

 

“No. Do you remember the Moleng Pirate Crew that terrorized the western seas of the Adits Empire, Commander?”

 

“Wasn’t that the group that was extensively eliminated five years ago? Any soldier would know about it.”

 

A large-scale battle that couldn’t be commonly seen during peacetime.

 

Even if one couldn’t participate directly, studying the results and process was something a soldier absolutely had to do.

 

“That’s right. And according to recently revealed facts, Baren Seto was in charge of tactics for the elimination operation.”

 

“Is that really true?”

 

Major General Gadus’s voice was filled with surprise.

 

The reason was simple.

 

The core content of the elimination operation had been tactics that were brutally cruel yet efficient.

 

“From improving warship structures to planting magic bombs inside the pirate crew, all of it came from Baren Seto’s mind.”

 

“Wasn’t the Seto Ducal House in administration?”

 

The Seto Ducal House had been active in key positions like prime minister and chief justice for generations.

 

There were no records of them being active in the military until the war.

 

“That was only recently, and looking at the records, the founding head served as a strategist – they’re soldiers from the roots. We must never underestimate them.”

 

“We’ll need to approach this carefully. Bringing in timber must also be his judgment.”

 

“Exactly. We mustn’t act by making hasty conclusions.”

 

“Let’s think more about the timber-related matter and discuss it again at tomorrow’s meeting.”

 

Just the name of the Seto family alone raised the tension among the commanders.

 

“Next is the meal distribution problem during combat situations. I heard improvements have been made.”

 

“Yes! Not only has soldier satisfaction increased greatly compared to last month, but stability has also improved significantly.”

 

Colonel Paolo, head of the Supply Regiment which was the upper department of the Support Battalion, proudly reported the achievements.

 

“The dining hall was a difficult problem, but you handled it excellently right after taking office. Thank you. How did you achieve these results? It would be good to share the process.”

 

Meals, which had been a cause for rebellion, were naturally one of Major General Gadus’s main concerns.

 

“Well, the Support Battalion below worked hard…”

 

“Of course they worked hard, but I heard the previous person spent the entire budget on potatoes – how did you solve that?”

 

The questions continued.

 

Unfortunately, it was content Colonel Paolo didn’t know.

 

“Tsk tsk, the castle almost fell because of meal problems, yet you don’t even properly understand the work situation.”

 

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

 

Sharp gazes that made breathing difficult poured down on Colonel Paolo.

 

“Adjutant.”

 

“Yes!”

 

“The Support Battalion isn’t far from here, so go and bring the Battalion Commander. If he’s absent, it can’t be helped.”

 

“I’ll go and return quickly!”

 

The adjutant left the meeting room and headed to the Support Battalion faster than ever before.

 

“Who…?”

 

He had knocked, but seeing the adjutant practically barging in, Siel tilted his head.

 

But that was only for a moment.

 

As soon as the adjutant opened his mouth, Siel had to rise from his seat.

 

“The Commander is calling for you.”

 

“What?”

 

After a moment of confusion, Siel checked his appearance and moved to the headquarters meeting room.

 

“Loyalty! I am Lieutenant Colonel Siel, Commander of the Support Battalion!”

 

A meeting room with colonels sitting at the far end.

 

It was quite natural that Siel’s body trembled as she stood in the center.

 

“I called you because I’m curious about something, so you can be at ease.”

 

“Y-yes sir!”

 

This wasn’t a situation where one could be at ease just because they were told to be.

 

“I should send you back quickly. It’s nothing major, but I heard the dining hall problems have improved dramatically. The soldiers are full of praise.”

 

“Thank you!”

 

Lieutenant Colonel Siel answered with the booming voice of a trainee.

 

No one found it strange.

 

“The budget was increased, but I understand it wasn’t enough to make major changes. I’m curious how you solved the problem.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Siel, confirming Major General Gadus’s curiosity, let out a small sigh of relief.

 

For her, the dining hall issue was nothing but a source of pride.

 

“The potatoes were particularly troublesome, weren’t they?”

 

“Yes, they were.”

 

“Did you contract with someone to get rid of them?”

 

In Major General Gadus’s mind, selling them to civilians at a loss would have been the best option.

 

“We didn’t get rid of them – all the soldiers in the fortress are consuming them. And now we’re actually considering additional potato contracts.”

 

Additional contracts for potatoes, which had been the cause of rebellion just recently.

 

It was far beyond common sense.

 

“Could you explain in detail?”

 

“Yes. Are you familiar with french fries, which are currently the most popular among the soldiers?”

 

“I don’t know the details, but my adjutant mentioned them.”

 

Since the food was only served in the soldiers’ dining hall, it wasn’t easy for officers to encounter it.

 

“Lieutenant Paran Oclo, the mess company commander who was assigned with me, developed this dish through all-night research. The crispy texture and simple ingredients…”

 

French fries and potato chips.

 

And the systematic food supply from the Oclo Trading Guild.

 

Since Siel received daily reports on the mess company commander’s work status, her explanation was seamless.

 

“Ho, they said they’d send the most suitable talent, and it was true. Excellent. Truly excellent.”

 

“Not at all. It was only possible because the Regimental Commander provided so much support.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Since Siel didn’t know why she had come here, she habitually praised her superior.

 

“Colonel Paolo.”

 

“Yes…!”

 

“The results are good, so I’ll let it slide this once.”

 

“Thank you so much!”

 

“But that doesn’t mean I’m forgetting, so I hope you’ll keep your wits about you.”

 

“I won’t disappoint you again!”

 

Given this miraculous opportunity, Colonel Paolo stood up and spoke with a resounding voice.

 

And Siel was witnessing in real-time how her superior, the Regimental Commander, was being scolded.

 

For her, this place was like sitting on thorns.

 

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“Physical strength is!”

 

“Pride!!!”

 

“Passion is!”

 

“The driving force!!!”

 

“We are!”

 

“Special Forces!!!”

 

Dozens of soldiers running with sandbags strapped on, even more passionately than at the training camp.

 

Most regrettably, I was also at the tail end of this sweaty procession.

 

‘Shit, save me. I think I’m going to die.’

 

Running up this steep hill that’s hard enough on its own, with sandbags strapped on – it’s insane.

 

“We’re almost there! Pick up the pace!”

 

“Uaaaah!!!”

 

These crazy Special Forces bastards.

 

After running 10 kilometers, somehow their energy is even higher than when we started.

 

“Hyung! It’s manageable, right?”

 

Derick, who was running right beside me, asked in a relaxed voice.

 

“No, not at all. I think I’m dying.”

 

“Come on, you’re being dramatic. Training hasn’t even started yet.”

 

Right, that’s the biggest problem.

 

‘How is this a warm-up?’

 

It sounds absolutely ridiculous, but here that’s normal.

 

“Graaah!”

 

Clang!

 

“Hah!”

 

Clang! Claaang!

 

After running came sparring immediately.

 

For reference, all training here is conducted with real swords.

 

“Lieutenant! Keep your eyes on the sword to the end. How can you be Special Forces if you close your eyes in fear halfway through!”

 

Lieutenant Colonel Garen, my first sparring partner, shouted from the start.

 

“I’m sorry!”

 

“Don’t do things to be sorry for. I’m going again, so focus.”

 

Clang! Clang! Claaang!

 

Attacks coming at just the right speed and strength to be slightly difficult for me to handle.

 

My instincts told me to close my eyes every time the sword approached, but I resisted with all my might.

 

“Good! This is what a proud Special Forces soldier of the Empire should be like.”

 

Lieutenant Colonel Garen was pleased with my performance.

 

For reference, I’m a mess company commander.

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