I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 7

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Episode 7

When I opened my eyes, I saw the same ceiling as yesterday.

I had hoped it was a dream, but no such miracle occurred.

“Ahhhhh! Someone save me!”

“Ahhh!”

Screams echoed as everyone seemed to wake up.

‘The muscle pain must have really set in.’

Well, after that duck walk yesterday, muscle pain was inevitable…

“Huh?”

There was something strange in what should have been a natural train of thought.

‘Why am I fine?’

My body felt no pain whatsoever.

In fact, I was in such good condition that I felt refreshed.

“Could it be because of that Physical Training skill or whatever?”

It seems the claim about improving muscle recovery and growth efficiency wasn’t a lie.

‘How fascinating.’

I would have liked to examine my body thoroughly, but there’s no such luxury in the Training Camp.

-All cadets must assemble at the Parade Ground in full uniform within 10 minutes. That is all, message complete.

A devilish time attack.

Upon hearing that, my roommates and I got out of bed.

“How are we supposed to do that in 10 minutes!”

“Ugh! My legs.”

Groans of pain came from everywhere.

Still, everyone seemed to come to their senses and began getting out of bed to fumble with their clothes.

The problem was.

“Hey, aren’t you going to fold your blanket?”

For a moment, I wondered if I was the strange one, as no one seemed to care about their blankets.

Just as I was about to say something.

Instead, my roommates looked at me with strange expressions.

“Paran, we don’t have time right now. What are you doing?”

“Two minutes have already passed.”

Derick and Ion urged me as I was folding my blanket.

‘You guys, you have to fold your blankets!’

This is the military.

A place obsessed with blankets.

Of course, this military might be different.

‘No, it can’t be different.’

As proof, I clearly remember seeing the blankets folded into sharp corners when we first arrived here yesterday.

“They said they’d check the cleanliness of our rooms.”

“What does blankets have to do with cleanliness? It’s not like leaving them like that makes them dirty.”

Ion made an expression of incomprehension.

‘Sigh, it doesn’t seem like I can convince them.’

I’d normally try my best.

But they’ll just have to learn the hard way.

‘Let me at least save myself.’

The chances of it being a problem today are low, but I still folded my blanket as neatly as possible before standing in front of my locker.

“Aren’t you being too relaxed?”

“As long as we’re not late, it’s fine. By the way, you didn’t button your top button.”

“Ah, thanks.”

I had a brief conversation with Ion while changing into combat uniform.

‘I felt this yesterday too, but these combat uniforms aren’t bad.’

Soft yet sturdy lining and a clean design in dark black.

I don’t know about camouflage ability, but the feel when wearing them is dozens of times better than Republic of Korea combat uniforms.

‘About 3 minutes left now?’

All preparations were finished a minute earlier than expected.

“Let’s go, guys.”

“Ugh, I should have exercised a bit before coming, even if not as much as you. I’m really dying.”

Derick and Krushel, who finished preparing first, went out first, and the rest followed behind.

When we went out to the corridor, the first thing that caught my eye was various disheveled hairstyles.

Most of them probably don’t even know how to fix their hair without a maid’s help.

Especially the women.

The state of those with long hair was hard to look at.

“If you’re stepping on the ground, move your feet! Who’s walking!”

“Hurry up and come out!!!”

The Assistant Instructors outside were frantically rushing us again today.

They definitely have absolutely nothing better to do.

‘The scariest thing is that I’m getting used to these assemblies.’

I sighed inwardly as I lined up in a four-column formation.

“2nd Squad, is everyone out?”

After lining up and waiting briefly, an Assistant Instructor approached and asked Ion, who was standing at the front.

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

Ion thought for a moment before giving a reasonable answer.

‘I expected him to say something like “How would I know?” but he’s grown.’

I felt a bit like a parent watching their child grow.

“2nd Squad, right column, count off from the rear.”

At the Assistant Instructor’s words, I looked left and right and saw that I was first in the right column.

“Count off from the rear, one!”

It’s not particularly difficult, just a kind of wave.

I started it off lightly.

The problem was that the next number didn’t come.

“Cadet, what are you doing right now?”

The Assistant Instructor’s face instantly turned menacing as he approached Pluto, who was standing right behind me.

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you hear the order to count off from the rear?”

“What… is that?”

Pluto’s innocent question.

I could see the Assistant Instructor about to explode before swallowing whatever he was going to say.

‘Right, ignorance isn’t a sin.’

Living in high society, it’s possible not to know such things.

“When the person in front says one, you continue with two, three, increasing the numbers to confirm the headcount. Cadet, do you understand?”

“So… I should say two?”

“Correct.”

“I understand!”

Pluto nodded as he answered.

“Good. Right column, count off from the rear.”

“Count off from the rear, one!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

.

.

“Eight!”

Those who overheard the assistant instructor’s explanation shouted out the number tactfully.

“When the last 4 are all present, add ‘full.’ If not, say how many are missing, and try again.”

“Eight full!”

“2nd platoon… 32 members, all here.”

The assistant instructor who finished the headcount made a check on the paper and moved on to the next platoon.

‘That person… is a saint.’

Honestly, I thought at least Pluto would get disciplinary punishment.

But the assistant instructor swallowed his anger and kindly explained, so he could be considered top 1 percent.

“But Paran, how do you know everything? I’ve never heard of reverse numbering in my life.”

Ion, who was standing next to me, asked as if amazed.

“Uh… when I was young, I often played with the servants, so I’m somewhat familiar with this stuff.”

I know it from playing around a lot.

There’s nothing else I can really give as a reason.

‘I can’t say I rolled around for 21 months in the military, and a tough one at that.’

Even if I did tell them, they wouldn’t believe it anyway.

“I should have gained some experience before coming if I knew it would be like this.”

“I just know a tiny bit more. We’re all the same anyway.”

While we quietly chatted, the headcount finished and the instructor climbed onto the platform.

“Cadets, did you spend your first night in the military well?”

There was no response to the instructor’s question.

‘Looks like everyone didn’t sleep properly.’

Just looking around, everyone’s expressions were completely sour.

Some even looked like they were about to cry.

However, there’s no angel-like instructor in this world who would care about such things.

“Seeing there’s no answer, it seems your minds haven’t awakened yet. I think it would be good to do what we did yesterday one more time.”

“N-no sir!”

“Your voice is too quiet!”

“No sir!!!”

“Louder!!!”

“No sir!!!!!!”

A serious level of voice obsession.

My vocal cords started hurting from the morning.

“Now your faces are finally coming to life. Today, as I mentioned yesterday, drill and running training are scheduled.”

The beginning of proper training.

I could feel the cadets’ expressions darkening in real time.

“Especially since I’ll be conducting the drill training personally, make sure to stay alert and focused. Understood?”

“Yes sir!!”

“Your voice is too quiet! Everyone drop!”

‘Shit.’

After an unpleasant experience from the morning, we filled our stomachs with bread and headed to the parade ground where the entrance ceremony was held.

‘It feels like it’s been a week since I enlisted, this is driving me crazy.’

Outside, a week would end in the blink of an eye, but here, only 1 second has passed.

“Everyone, attention.”

After all the cadets gathered, the instructor appeared on the platform holding a long rod.

“When I say attention, you repeat the command. Everyone, attention!”

“Attention!!”

“Your voice is too quiet! Attention!”

“Attention!!!!!!”

“From now on, maintain this volume until this class ends. Understood?”

“Yes sir!!!!!!”

Everyone was shouting as if their throats would tear, and it was pitiful to watch.

Including myself, of course.

“The drill that I will now teach you cadets is very important content that you’ll use until the moment your military service ends.”

‘What nonsense.’

I know because I did this in my past life, and it’s very useless.

‘At best, maybe saluting?’

Even that, you only do it precisely until you’re a private first class, and from corporal onwards, you just roughly make it look similar and that’s it.

“First, to put drill simply, it’s the unified way of acting used in the military.”

Translated, that means old-fashioned and inefficient.

“From now on, watch the demonstration by a skilled assistant instructor and learn with your eyes. Assistant instructor, position.”

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

An assistant instructor wearing a red cap moved like some kind of robot and climbed onto the platform.

“This is the basic posture. Back perfectly straight, gaze always fixed forward.”

The instructor began explaining while pointing to various parts of the assistant instructor’s body with his rod.

“In attention position, spread your palms completely flat.”

The instructor’s manner of talking about something suffocating to just watch as if it were something great was really not easy to bear.

“Next, the salute position you’ll use most often. Assistant instructor, salute forward!”

“Loyalty! Sincerity!!!”

As if intending to burst the eardrums of those nearby, the assistant instructor bellowed with a booming voice.

“Everyone’s voice should be at least this loud. Understood?”

“Yes sir!!!!”

A sound so loud it made my ears ring momentarily.

The instructor nodded with satisfaction and continued his explanation.

“When viewed from the front, neither the palm nor the back of the hand should be visible, only the side of the hand – that’s the standard for saluting.”

The instructor even pointing to his own palm shows he’s quite enthusiastic.

“Next, stating rank and name isn’t difficult if you just stay alert. Cadet.”

The instructor raised his rod and pointed to the cadet at the very front.

“Yes.”

“Giving such a mindless answer with no information like this means you can’t be considered a soldier. From this moment on, when a superior calls you, always state your rank and name excluding your surname. Understood?”

“Yes sir!!”

“There, cadet.”

The instructor raised his rod and pointed to a cadet in the second row.

‘Please, please do it right.’

Perhaps because I prayed earnestly.

A miraculous rank and name statement came from his mouth.

“Ma… Major, Barus!”

‘What… what did he say?’

For a moment I doubted my ears.

Not second lieutenant, but major.

This is probably the most surprising rank and name statement in military history.

“Hah, your mind is really gone. Cadet, come forward. Execute.”

“Yes…?”

“Repeat the command!!! Execute!”

“Ex… Execute!!!”

Mr. Lieutenant Barrus hurriedly went forward to the front of the platform.

“Drop and give me push-ups.”

“Drop and give me push-ups!”

Barus placed both hands on the ground and dropped down.

“Cadet will maintain that position until it’s over. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

The instructor couldn’t see it, but from our angle, we could see Barus’s expression that looked like he was about to cry.

I felt quite sorry for him.

‘Even if you’re going to spout nonsense, you’d at least say lieutenant or something similar, but what’s with major? That’s really not right.’

For reference, the correct answer is Candidate 000 since he hasn’t been commissioned yet.

“Next, we’ll learn about how to walk…”

Walking pace, repeating orders, how to form lines, and so on.

Learning and practicing dozens of movements, three hours flew by.

Of course, for Lieutenant Barus, time probably crawled by.

He really maintained that prone position on the ground until the very end of class.

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Whoooooosh!

After finishing drill class and eating lunch, a sudden downpour began.

‘How unexpected.’

It was definitely sunny when we entered the dining hall, but the sky seemed to be throwing a tantrum.

“We didn’t even bring umbrellas, so do we have to go back to the barracks in the rain? That’s terrible.”

Our young master Ion shook his head as if he didn’t even want to imagine it.

“Won’t it stop soon? Usually these downpours are brief.”

“I hope so. Since it’ll be cooler after the rain, maybe running won’t be as bad.”

I nodded at Ion’s words.

‘Thinking about it that way, it’s actually a blessing.’

Honestly, I thought today’s weather was a bit too hot for running, but if it pours like this, the temperature will definitely drop.

“But wasn’t it funny earlier with the Lieutenant Barus thing?”

Krushel brought up the nerve-wracking situation from drill class.

‘Honestly… it was funny.’

Who would think to say lieutenant in that situation?

If it was intentional, he’s a genius.

“It was, but I felt so sorry for him. He couldn’t even stand up afterward. I hope he wasn’t hurt.”

Despite his sturdy build, soft-hearted Derick was worried about Barus.

“Well, he wasn’t hit or anything, so he probably wasn’t injured. And he rested by putting his knees on the ground intermittently, so he’ll probably just have some muscle pain.”

How could anyone realistically maintain such an extreme position for three hours straight?

I saw him put his knees on the ground when the instructor wasn’t looking.

“That’s a relief then.”

Since running was scheduled, we ate moderately and returned to the barracks in the downpour.

‘I’m completely soaked.’

I thought it would stop soon and deliberately ate slowly, but stop? Hardly.

The downpour actually got much worse.

‘At this level, I can’t help but… hope.’

Hope for what? Training cancellation, of course.

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