episode_0183
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First, the trainees who moved to the dormitory locked the door…
“It’s really too much to do!”
“You want to take the Bidojutsu test? Isn’t this all just to play PR!”
“I can’t believe I’m falling for it!”
“A guy with a girlfriend should die!”
I started by swearing at Hocheonan.
It was announced that individual competitions would be grouped together at similar levels based on test scores taken before becoming trainees. If the goal is to see individual capabilities, it is standard to attach similar partners.
Since there is no way to know the performance of other trainees, it is impossible to know who the opponent is.
“Phew…”
Since I didn’t know my opponent, I couldn’t have a customized strategy, so I had no choice but to rely on my individual skills. So, the right answer is to improve your individual skills even a little by tomorrow.
However, it was strategically meaningless for trainees to watch their own martial arts skills. This is because the trainee’s time to teach is taken away.
A strategic option would be to focus on those who are most lacking in instructors, who can be said to be outsiders, but since Ho Cheon-an was completely left out, there was no answer.
Of course, even if you cram for a day, you can’t beat a losing opponent, but still, dissatisfaction with Ho Cheon-an was bound to soar.
“Quick! Break up with your girlfriend!”
“A solitary paradise! Lovers in hell!”
After trying to control his emotions by cursing at Hocheonan, what remained in front of the Twelve training squad was a cold reality.
“No one wants to lose in an individual match, so let’s skip it…the team match is the problem…”
The atmosphere in the Twelfth Division became heavy. The Twelve Unit had a structural weakness, which was that it lacked one man compared to the other units.
While other units have a maximum capacity of fifteen, the last unit, the Twelve Unit, has a maximum capacity of fourteen.
The Twelve Units must overcome the military inferiority of one man.
“If you ask the instructor to fight with you…”
“Don’t be crazy!”
“Is this kid an assassin?”
In such a negative voice, Kangchumoru opened his mouth.
“I think it is possible for us to win the team event.”
Everyone’s eyes were focused on Kangchumoru. Jae Sang-hae asked, representing the doubts of his classmates.
“Is there a clever idea to make such a loud statement?”
“Of course. Don’t we have characteristics that other units don’t have?”
“…Bidosul.”
“That’s right.”
“Umm…”
The other trainees looked a little ambiguous at Kangchumoru’s boast. It is true that Bidosul has been doing well over the past two weeks, but…
Seong Yeol-hwi opened his mouth.
“To be honest, I think it’s too burdensome to use secret martial arts in actual combat. I don’t think it would be that difficult for someone of equal skill to avoid the arrows I throw.”
Since the level was still at a basic level, it was true that it was unreliable to apply it in practice.
“There is a solution for everything.”
Kangchumoru quietly explained his strategy.
*** ***
“Are you okay with not guiding the trainees?”
Song Ansheng looked at Hu Tianan, who was left alone, and asked. Ho Cheon-an, who was reviewing the contents to learn the image library, slowly opened his eyes and answered.
“Well, isn’t a mock battle a test of your usual skills?”
“But, from the external advisor’s perspective, wouldn’t it be beneficial for other units to have a sense of crisis towards your unit?”
“That’s right. But they will take care of that much.”
Song An-sik felt confused by Ho Cheon-an’s strange attitude. The growth of the Twelve Units is so rapid that it is scary. Day by day, I was becoming more familiar with the secretive techniques, and even restricting my diet was gradually showing results in my body being transformed.
In the end, why did this mock battle occur?
This was because the growth of the Twelve Unit was too rapid compared to other units.
“Is that so? To be honest, I don’t know the external advisor’s purpose.”
Song An-sik suspected that Ho Cheon-an had changed his mind.
The goal is to eliminate Ho Cheon-an, Song An-sik, and the Twelve Units. However, for that to be the case, perhaps the trainees were trained too strongly. In Song An-sik’s opinion, it seemed like the trainees could accept the result of being eliminated based on their current training performance alone. Nevertheless, Ho Cheon-an was tightening the reins of training even more.
Is it just that? The probability of elimination for the Twelve Units increases only if they perform well in the mock battle. The higher the performance of the Twelve Units, which were thought to be in last place, the more the other units would feel a serious sense of crisis. Considering the purpose of eliminating the Twelve Units, it is normal for Hocheonan to actively intervene. But why leave it alone?
“You probably changed your mind, right?”
“Hehe.”
Ho Cheon-an burst into laughter at Song An-sik’s suspicious gaze.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t forgotten your purpose. Why not look at the results of the mock battle?”
“Do external advisors think that the Twelfth Division will achieve good results?”
The doubts did not disappear from Song An-sik’s face. Although the physical remodeling was going smoothly these days, Song An-sik judged that most of the members of the Twelfth Division were at a turning point. The point at which the advantages of physical modification and the disadvantages of losing balance between martial arts and the body are offset.
It was surprising to say that it was a two-week achievement, but that did not change the fact that it was weaker than other units.
What about group competitions? In the end, there was nothing that could be done about the fatal flaw of not having enough people.
But is it possible to achieve good grades without an instructor? Not only Song An-sik, but everyone who understood the situation would have expected that the trainees led by Ho Cheon-an would achieve poor results.
Ho Cheon-an smiled while looking at Song An-sik’s face.
“My prediction is that my unit will come in first place.”
Then he added one word.
“Overwhelmingly.”
*** ***
The next afternoon.
“Then, let’s start the solo exhibition!”
The rules for the individual competition were simple. The principle is that the winner wins, and the team that has the most units competing one-on-one wins. When there were three units left, the rule was that the unit that had the most stamina was depleted in the order of battle would advance by default.
“Starting with the battle between Twelve and One!”
The solo exhibition began under the guidance of Song An-seong, who took on the role of host. Since the purpose was to evaluate the strength of each unit, one game was played one at a time while all units were watching.
“Jo Gaju vs. Yeongseol!”
Jo Ga-ju took up the spear and engaged in fighting. And the result was defeat. It was impossible to win in a battle at the peak of its reach with a weapon that had been trained for at most two weeks.
Jo Ga-ju decided to be satisfied with having gained practical experience in spearmanship.
“Reinjury vs Jangsam!”
The result of the first battle was the victory of the Twelfth Division. The Twelfth Division won eight times and lost six times.
‘The lower ranks who are physically trained have good backs.’
In a fight in the lower tier, where top-notch starters were at the forefront, a well-trained body served as a significant weapon. It’s a first-class entry-level product that can hardly be considered technically complete anyway. The degree of physical training determined victory or defeat.
‘It’s a win.’
However, it still did not look like championship-level power. First of all, Jo Ga-ju, who could be said to be the leader, was the biggest obstacle.
‘Although I can see why the external advisor gave me the spear.’
At first, when he went on stage with a spear that he had only mastered for two weeks, he was met with criticism from everyone regardless of his unit. No matter how much it is a mock battle, the gazes convey the intention that they are not serious about winning.
However, after the dance, most of those stares were resolved.
Because Jo Ga-ju was like a person born to hold a spear. During the dance, it was noticeable that Jo Gaju was growing. It’s literally like a dragon ascending to heaven. But…still needed more time. No matter how talented you were, it was impossible to beat a peak expert with the spear you learned for two weeks.
‘I don’t know about the future, but now in the mock match, Jo Ga-ju’s total defeat is certain.’
With Jo Ga-ju like that, will the Twelve Units be able to win the individual competition? No matter how much he thought about it, he was skeptical, but Song An-seong had some expectations.
Wasn’t it Ho Cheon-an, who showed himself beyond imagination in both a good and bad sense? Since Ho Cheon-an was talking about winning… that alone raised expectations for Song An-seong.
Song An-seong held his solo exhibition with great anticipation.
As a result of the first round, the 12th, 11th, 3rd, 9th, 5th, and 7th teams won and advanced to the second round.
In the second game, the 12th team faced the 11th team.
“Difference sum!”
“Tahat!”
Each individual match was extremely intense. It was only natural that people of similar skill would fight against each other.
In order to overpower his opponent, he had to exert all his skills without hesitation, so after one match, he came off the stage drenched in sweat, thinking whether he was a winner or a loser.
“Jangchu wins!”
Even in the intense heat and sweat, the winners and losers were determined, and the winning units in the second game were the 12th, 9th, and 7th divisions.
“The 7th division, which competed last, will advance through a bye. The 12th and 9th divisions are off stage!”
“Chung!”
“Evil!”
All of the units that had tasted the bitter taste of defeat opened their eyes and looked at the units above them.
Although we have lost now, the real match will be in the team match in two weeks! It was natural that attention was focused on the three units that had proven their competitiveness.
“The Twelve Unit rose to 3rd place…”
“The growth of those at the bottom is scary.”
As the trainees began to focus on analysis, other units felt a sense of crisis over the growth of the Twelfth Division, just as Song An-seong had intended. Even though Jo Ga-ju is on a losing streak, others are doing better than Jo Ga-ju’s defeat.
The power of the Twelfth Division, which was expected to be stuck in the middle of nowhere! The performance of the Twelfth Division instilled a sense of crisis in the hearts of all trainees.
“Seven generations of victory!”
Of course, the Twelfth Division was not the only target of the trainees’ analysis. The trainees also looked at the old and seventh divisions and predicted the final winner.
“There is a high probability that the seven-time winner will win.”
“I guess so. No matter who wins, the drain on internal energy will be extreme.”
Other units cautiously expected the Seventh Victory. It was said that sufficient rest time would be provided before the finals, but a little rest cannot completely relieve the aftermath of a fierce battle.
It’s a situation where just one dance is enough to drain you.
Either the 9th division or the 12th division had to face the 7th division after a fierce battle, so they had no choice but to be at a disadvantage.
“Seong Yeol-hwi wins!”
Therefore, while looking at the Twelfth Division’s 8 to 6 victory, they were amazed at the power of the team, and the trainees also predicted the seventh division’s victory. Even though I won, I felt like I had exhausted all of my stamina and endurance to the bottom as each match was a series of fierce battles.
“Seven times may not be perfect, but the twelfth time is still too much of a waste.”
Song An-seong also had the same judgment as the trainees.
“Visit the class! The finals will begin after a half hour break!”
Ho Cheon-an glanced at the trainees of the 7th Division, who were smiling triumphantly as if they had already won, and then entered the living room where the 12th Division was resting.
Is it because we had an intense dance just a moment ago? The eyes of the sweat-soaked trainees of the Twelfth Division were shining brightly. Ho Cheon-an asked leisurely, looking at the trainees’ eyes.
“Can you win?”
“I am not confident.”
Corn opened its mouth.
“I am confident.”
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