I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 6

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Episode 6

“Ugh.”

“The sight shown by the cadets from the very first day is nothing short of disappointing! Drop and give me push-ups!”

‘So it’s punishment exercises after all.’

I sighed inwardly as I placed both hands on the floor.

“While other peers were fighting sleep in their chairs, the cadets were lying in their beds. What selfish behavior this is.”

‘How is lying in bed selfish?’

It’s incomprehensible, but the military has always been a place where irrational things are forced down through rank.

“One, focus your mind! Two, get it together! If I see anyone half-assing it, you better be prepared. One!”

“Focus your mind!!”

“Look at those voices! And you there! Get lower! Are you playing games with this instructor right now?”

The instructor approached Pluto and grabbed him by the hair.

“I said get lower! You think I’m joking because I’m being nice? You useless bastards. Two!”

“Get it together!!”

“You people who want to become officers, if you can’t even overcome mere drowsiness, what exactly do you think you’ll accomplish! One!”

“Focus your mind!!”

“Think and reflect on how weak and absent-minded you are. Two!”

“Get it together!!”

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I thought it would end after about thirty times like before, but he was seriously angry and showed no signs of stopping.

“Endure it! Think of it as the responsibility and duty you’ll have to bear from now on, and absolutely do not collapse.”

‘You crazy bastard, how is physical torture responsibility and duty?’

If there were a competition for making nonsense sound plausible, he would definitely win.

“Two!”

“Get it together!!”

‘Shit! This is my limit! Stop it!’

It was so exhausting that I could barely move my arms.

“For the last time, go down as far as you can until your chest touches the ground. One!”

I thought it was impossible now, but hearing “last time,” I squeezed out every ounce of strength I had left.

Trembling.

Arms shaking like aspen leaves.

If hell exists, this place must surely be it.

“Remember in your heads the pain you’re experiencing now, caused by the cadets’ selfish actions. Understood!”

“Yes… yes sir!!”

I raised my voice with the sole wish for this to end quickly.

“The cadets receive a 2-point deduction according to regulations. Make sure you’re never caught lying down again by this instructor.”

The instructor glared at each person with murderous eyes before leaving the room.

“Ugh.”

Thud.

As soon as the instructor left, the roommates collapsed to the floor.

I too had no strength left in my body and couldn’t even get up.

‘The physical strain is fine, but losing 2 points is driving me crazy.’

My goal was to avoid any deductions, but it was shattered on the very first day.

“If we keep lying here, they might say something again, so let’s all get up for now.”

Normally there would have been objections to my words asking why we had to, but perhaps because we’d been through punishment exercises once.

Despite being exhausted, everyone got up from their spots and headed to their chairs.

“I mean, what’s so wrong with just lying on the bed for a bit that we have to go through such harsh treatment!”

Pluto vented his frustration with an extremely irritated voice.

‘Yeah, I agree with that.’

It’s certain that the concept of human rights doesn’t exist in this damn military.

“I never thought such a day would come in my life… Sigh, I want to go home.”

Ion, who had never said anything weak until now, mentioned home for the first time.

Since this would be completely opposite to the life he’d lived, a strong reality check must have hit him.

‘These guys seem to need some mental care.’

Even if they seem okay now, things like this will keep happening.

If they can’t endure it and lose their minds, then there’s no hope from that point on.

“We just need to endure for 2 weeks. This time we just had bad luck getting caught, so don’t worry about it.”

The key point of comfort was 2 weeks.

Thank goodness it’s really just 2 weeks.

‘If I had to think about spending 12 weeks with these guys, that would be terrifying.’

I guarantee I would have been the first to lose my mind.

“That’s right. Let’s all stay strong. As Paran said, it’s only 2 weeks.”

Ion, who had made the “want to go home” comment, lifted his drooping head and pulled himself together.

The atmosphere was starting to recover like that.

But making that flow last long isn’t an easy task.

Especially not at the training camp.

-Attention all barracks. Assemble immediately at the parade ground and form up by squads. That is all, transmission over.

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, the roommates shot up from their seats.

“Let’s go out quickly and recover our image with something like this.”

Finally.

It seems our gentlemen have come to their senses.

‘2 points might actually be getting off cheap.’

Someone might say this.

Why worry about others when you just need to do well yourself?

‘That would be right in civilian society, but not here.’

The training camp is a place where collective punishment is implemented as routinely as eating.

‘Just now, if you think about it, I wasn’t lying down but still got points deducted.’

So if these guys cause trouble, there’s a high probability I’ll get dragged down with them.

“If your feet hit the ground, run! Who’s walking right now!”

“Is this a neighborhood park! Move those feet!!!”

Instructors and assistant instructors shouting at the cadets coming out of the training ground.

They looked just like shepherd boys herding sheep.

“Line up straight! Don’t look to the side, just look at the head of the person in front!”

“Who’s rolling their eyes right now!”

Until before dinner, they hadn’t paid much attention to detailed aspects like line spacing, but now it was completely different.

“Cadet, name.”

“Terk Gavieus, sir!”

“Your shoelaces are untied. Uniform violation, 1-point deduction.”

Assistant instructors walking around the lines and handing out deductions like they were shopping for items.

They looked just like demons.

“Everyone, attention.”

Once the formation was properly arranged, an instructor climbed onto the platform.

“Today, this instructor watched the cadets without rest for half a day.”

An extremely ominous voice.

This doesn’t feel good.

‘Watched. That’s what they say before chewing someone out.’

I don’t know why, but in the military, scolding subordinates is commonly expressed as “chewing out.”

“As a result, you cadets are the worst class I’ve ever seen. The attitude of trying to ignore military hierarchy with your noble status, complaints that come out at every little thing.”

Usually it’s hard to empathize with what these red-hat-wearing people say, but this time I found myself nodding automatically.

‘This is hopeless.’

Our roommates have come to their senses a bit now, but others still can’t even button their clothes properly.

“Some ask if they can call maids to do the cleaning. This instructor finds it deplorable that such cadets must be commissioned as officers after just 2 weeks of training.”

Quite a long buildup.

My hands and feet were starting to tremble.

“But we cannot refuse orders already decided by higher-ups. First, I’ll change that rotten mindset of yours! Everyone, squat down!”

‘Shit. We’re screwed.’

I almost cursed out loud at the order to squat down.

Why?

‘If what I’m imagining is right, this is going to be hell.’

Much worse than any punishment drill.

“Squat down? What are you trying to make us do?”

“If we’re just staying like this, it’s not too bad.”

Cadets who didn’t know their fate yet looked at each other and quietly conversed.

“From now on, you will go back and forth to the warehouse where you received your uniforms in this position.”

“What…?”

“Wait, you want us to go like this?!”

They all denied reality, but nothing is impossible in the military.

“What are you doing! 1st Company, 1st Platoon first, everyone move forward!”

Could anyone disobey an instructor who held the overwhelming power of scoring?

Waddle waddle.

The cadets moved at a speed several times slower than walking.

After the 1st Platoon all went out, it was my turn to follow.

‘Damn it! Damn it!’

Fortunately it was using legs instead of my battered arms, but still, duck walking.

My hands and feet trembled as memories of the injustices I suffered at Training Camp and my unit came flooding back.

“I’m already dying and we have to go to the warehouse like this…?”

“What kind of nonsense are they making us do!”

Cries of anguish could be heard from all directions.

But when thoughts of giving up arose, the instructor’s display was violent.

“Get up within 3 seconds! 3, 2, 1! Cadet loses 3 points!”

“Can’t you see your slow pace is making your fellow cadets behind you uncomfortable?!”

If anyone showed even a hint of fatigue, he’d approach and berate them, and if they collapsed, immediate point deduction.

Even Satan would surely bow down and leave after seeing him.

“Huff! Huff!”

I somehow managed to reach the warehouse, but muscle pain made it hard to take even one more step.

‘They said training starts tomorrow, damn it.’

Those disgusting red hat bastards.

Every time they open their mouths, it’s lies.

“Aaah.”

On the way back after touching the warehouse.

I couldn’t make it past halfway and collapsed from muscle pain.

The fortunate thing was that from the moment we touched the warehouse, the instructor only berated us but let it slide without point deductions.

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“Ugh, I really feel like I’m going to die.”

After finishing our showers, it was bedtime when we could legally lie on our beds.

Everyone was in a nearly dying state, both in voice and physical condition.

‘It was crazy to go straight to the auditorium after doing that.’

Classes that continued until 2 AM after going there.

Maybe because it was the first day, most of it was useless content like basic military fundamentals, so I let it go in one ear and out the other.

“We ended with just 2 points deducted today, right?”

Ion started writing something in his notebook.

“Yes, no one got points deducted during duck walking, right?”

“No one. Actually, Derick got bonus points.”

“Hehe, I was lucky. Who knew they’d give bonus points for that.”

People who successfully completed the duck walk were awarded 1 bonus point.

You might think it’s not much, but since bonus points are rare, 1 point has significant meaning.

“I roughly counted earlier, and about 250 people got points deducted for duck walking and uniform violations.”

‘That many?’

I thought it wasn’t a small number, but I never expected it to reach three digits.

“If point deductions continue like this and we survive, we should be able to offset about 2 points.”

It seems Ion is still bothered by the 2 points deducted earlier for bedtime.

‘Yeah, good. Keep maintaining that attitude.’

I couldn’t help but smile at this admirable behavior.

“By the way, may I make a suggestion?”

Just as the atmosphere was turning toward sleep, Derick spoke up.

“A suggestion?”

“Yes, since we’ll be training together continuously, how about we drop the formalities and speak casually like brothers? For reference, I’m eighteen.”

So Derick’s suggestion was to stop using honorifics.

I really liked it as soon as I heard it.

‘Yeah, there’s nothing bad about roommates getting closer.’

To survive this hell, we need to be one team.

“Sounds good. But eighteen? You’re younger than I thought. I’m nineteen.”

Our number one, Ion Velburn, agreed with the opinion while revealing his age.

Am I next?

You might have forgotten, but if we go by noble rank alone, I’m tied for second place here.

“I like it too. I’m nineteen.”

Agreement from the three high nobles.

Actually, with this, there’s no real need to hear other opinions.

“Twenty.”

“Nineteen.”

After hearing everyone’s ages, surprisingly the youngest was Derick with his steel body.

Next were the nineteen-year-olds: me, Ion, and two others, making four people – the largest group.

And at twenty were Taylor and Pluto.

Finally, the oldest was Krushel at twenty-one.

“Then now… I’ll speak casually. Ion.”

“Good, this feels much better.”

I took the first step and things were quickly sorted out.

“Then hyungs, let’s work hard again tomorrow.”

Derick raised his arm high, expressing his enthusiasm.

But everyone was too exhausted to respond.

“Yeah, yawn. Let’s all sleep now. I heard they wake us up at 6:30 AM and there’s not much time left.”

Ion, worn out from fatigue, was the first to close his eyes.

And so the long first day at Training Camp came to an end.

-Reveille! Reveille!

“Shit!”

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