episode_0177

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“Hehehehehe.”

After receiving Do Je-sik’s report, Admiral Song Chang-sik of the Geumwiwi burst into laughter.

“No matter how much discretion is given to the training of trainees, it is the instructor’s responsibility. This is the first time something like this has happened… I would like to ask the Admiral’s opinion.”

What is the reason for recruiting Geumui training instructors from all over? This was to absorb the experience and skills of those who were active in the field or had accumulated experience.

As a result, it was not uncommon for someone to come out and provide unique education that broke away from the norm. No matter how good your performance is and how much experience you have, you are still a beginner as an instructor.

However, Ho Cheon-an’s education was a series of unprecedented events that would have shocked even an instructor with 15 years of experience.

“Yes. I understand what the apprentice instructor wants to say, but haven’t there been any particular problems yet?”

“That’s right.”

“If anything unusual comes up, report it, but let’s keep an eye on it for now.”

“Chung!”

Doge-sik left and Song Chang-sik laughed, as if the lingering feelings of hearing the news about Hocheonan had not gone away.

“Ahn Seong-ah.”

“…Yes, father.”

Song Chang-sik was a person who strictly protected public and private affairs. In the office, unless it was urgent, family matters were rarely mentioned, and Song An-seong also kept the title of lieutenant rather than his first name.

“Starting tomorrow, take some time and go watch the training of that person named Hocheonan.”

“Is this a command?”

“It is not a command. But what he does is not normal.”

“What does it mean to be unusual?”

“You probably know about Unit 12 well. Martial arts is a passing line, but fundamentally, most people are not warriors or soldiers, so the basics are bound to be a mess.”

“That’s right.”

“Build the foundation again. Do you think it can be done in one month at most?”

“Wouldn’t it be difficult?”

Those who passed the Gold Medical Commission are at least top-notch. This meant that there was quite a bit of foundation built up. To build it up again…

Something passed through Song An-seong’s head.

“Could it be…that he, Ho Cheon-an, was aiming for this?”

“Ho, please explain what this is.”

“ Correcting the physical body, which is the foundation of martial arts… The purpose is indeed good, but in order to build a new tower, you will have to tear down the tower you have built so far.”

As Song Chang-sik shook his head, Song An-seong gained a little more confidence and continued to tell the story.

“Even picky craftsmen generally recognize those who have studied for 3 to 5 years as technicians. In order to get to the top, even talented people have to train for several years, and ordinary people can train for up to ten years, so each trainee, regardless of his or her solidity or height, can be said to be a completed tower.”

“Yes.”

“Is he intentionally trying to destroy it now?”

“That’s right.”

Song Chang-sik burst into laughter again.

“What a clever trick! I don’t know how the trainees trained, but one thing is certain: the tower they have built so far is high enough to pass the Gold Medical Examination. One month is too short a period to raise the tower above its original height, so a decrease in power will be certain.”

“Would the trainees stay still?”

It is a martial art that everyone has honed through blood and sweat over a long period of time. As a result, if I failed the test and even became weak, the name of a training instructor alone would not be enough to stop their anger.

“That’s why I look forward to it.”

“Yes?”

“Look at what a person named Ho Cheon-an has prepared. He created bizarre clothing and designed his own training system. Is it just that? I even took care of the trainees’ meals. You’ve prepared so thoroughly, but haven’t you ever thought about that?”

“…Indeed.”

“He did this because he was confident that he would produce results that would be acceptable to the trainees within a month.”

“Umm.”

This is an achievement that the trainees can understand. Song Anseong thought about what could convince the trainees. In the end, since he was weak right now and would fail the gold medical committee selection test, there was only one hand that Ho Cheon-an could offer.

anticipation.

Regardless of the Geumuiwi selection test and current strength, we had to convince the trainees that this training would lead them to higher levels in the long run.

Realistically, there was only one way to provide that assurance.

It is about building a foundation quickly and firmly. Only then will the trainees experience the effects of their current training, wash away the anxiety that they might fail the Geumuiui Examination, and serve as a driving force to dream of the future.

“It’s a difficult task…”

At the same time, Song An-seong understood why Song Chang-sik told him to watch Ho Cheon-an. If I could accomplish this difficult task, I would realize quite a bit just by watching the process from the side.

“Be busy starting tomorrow. Since he won’t be seen as my son, it won’t be easy to find time to see him in Hocheon-an.”

“Haha, whose son do you think he is? You can give as much time as you want. Please don’t complain about my father or me later.”

“What? Hahahaha!”

“Hahahaha!”

The sound of the father and son’s laughter echoed in Song Chang-sik’s official residence.

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“Military leave between marches! The torch of destruction!”

“Evil!”

“Let’s start one by one!”

“Beautiful! This strong mountain! Protect!”

Three days have passed. The trainees still managed to follow. Since I rolled according to the K Army’s philosophy that if you roll something, it rolls first, I guess I had no choice but to adapt.

Beep beep! Beep beep beep!

“8 twists of the whole body twenty times!”

“Evil!”

If someone with military experience had watched the Twelve Training Team’s bloodbath exercises, they would have wondered, ‘Isn’t the tempo too fast?’

The fast beat has been strengthened considering that the trainees are martial people! It could be said to be 1.5 times the normal gymnastics speed.

“This…!”

Someone tried to control their mouth as they chanted twenty times, but the sound had already reached my ears.

“Wake up! It’s episode 40! How many times?”

“Forty times!”

After that, I finished the P-Tu gymnastics, sometimes making mistakes once or twice. The trainees also felt what would happen if they did not increase their concentration over the past three days.

At least we didn’t go by hundreds like on the first day.

I’m not satisfied with it yet, but it’s getting faster, so I’ll be able to fit it into my morning schedule soon. I think we can do morning training for about an hour today. It was a huge improvement compared to wasting the entire morning on the first day with just piti training.

“Take a short break.”

“Evil!”

Whoosh!

Trainees falling like dominoes. I backed away and started talking.

“It’s break time, so don’t answer, just listen. After resting for about a day or so, I practice self-directed Buddhist techniques. In preparation for the skill test in the afternoon, we will take time to learn the feel of throwing a real bido.”

The faces of the trainees became tense.

“This instructor is not so reckless that he does not consider the level of the trainees. This instructor only suggests goals that you can achieve.”

The faces of the trainees became irreverent. These bastards. If it weren’t for break time, you’d be right there, but consider yourself lucky.

“You will get a feel for yourself through self-practice in the morning, but there will be a skills evaluation in the afternoon. The purpose of skill evaluation is to set personal goals for trainees. The evaluation is to stand and fire from a distance of five long distances and hit the target’s head or heart. You will be given five bidos, and even if you get just one correct, you will pass.”

The trainees’ faces darkened, as if they were already worried about the evaluation. In times like this, it’s always a carrot.

“Those who failed will practice their martial arts with our instructor, and those who passed will practice their martial arts individually.”

Zhao Jiazhu raised his hand.

“I have a question. Instructor.”

“What is it? Trainee Jo Ga-ju.”

“I am curious about what it means to individually practice one’s own martial arts.”

“It’s literally like that. You can practice whatever you want in the training hall. Of course, if the instructor determines that it is not training but something else or rest, sanctions may be imposed.”

The trainees’ eyes changed. Well, compared to PR training, herbivore training is like heaven, so it can be said to be a carrot in its own way.

“Then, we will conduct self-training while maintaining a safe distance. Disband!”

“Evil!”

As I watched the trainees rushing to retrieve the target model, full of motivation, I also took steps.

It was because there was someone I was worried about earlier.

Song An-seong.

Song An-seong, who started appearing yesterday, visited the training camp, or rather me and my unit, whenever I had time. As I had some free time, I went to look around the training, from as little as one day to as long as one hour at a time.

Yesterday I thought he was just checking out the training, but today I saw that he was just there to monitor me.

“Are you enjoying the training?”

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to see.”

Song An-seong welcomed me with welcoming eyes.

“Were all of these training plans written by an external advisor?”

“I just copied what came into my head.”

Song Chang-sik seemed to be curious about my training methods. Where on earth did you learn piti gymnastics? Who came up with the devilish idea of adding slogans? Where is that intimidating outfit used, etc…

“Of course, you only remove the chicken breast and serve it as a meal. Is there a special reason for that? It seems better for the morale of the troops if they provide whole chickens.”

Isn’t this question too difficult to explain the importance of protein to someone who doesn’t even know exactly what carbohydrates, proteins, and fats are?

Song Chang-sik’s questions were all difficult to answer. Who decided on the way to add slogans? I want to know too. Where did you learn PT gymnastics? Ugh…the head.

Rather than attaching false settings to each of these questions, it is better to just remain silent.

“Just watch. Their bodies will tell the result.”

“Oh, I see. Definitely…”

Song An-seong seems to have really liked pitu gymnastics and military songs. I heard that the continuous pitu exercises seem to have a good training effect….

“It’s amazing that you came up with so many different military songs. It was very nice to see the spirit of all the boys and the dignity of the emperor.”

Because I used to say the same thing over and over again.

“Ah, yes…”

Watching Song An-sik, who is obsessed with military songs and piti gymnastics, sent a chill down my spine.

Now that I think about it, this guy is our main enemy, an ‘executive’, right?

I had a strong feeling that showing persistent interest in certain elements would make a general shed tears of blood in the future.

“By the way, I heard that you teach secret magic.”

“Yes. I thought it was a martial art that wouldn’t hurt anything if I learned it.”

Since they were all going to be scattered in various fields anyway, I decided that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to learn a secret martial art as a self-defense martial arts skill. It will come in handy in a dangerous moment.

Song An-seong and I watched the trainees throw the rain sword for a moment.

“Eurachachachacha!”

With a loud shout, Gwang Jae-ryeon threw the Bido in a fundamental motion that made it impossible to tell whether he was shooting standing up or sitting down.

Bido drew a perfect parabola and became a dot in the sky. Later on, I will tell you that anyone who loses their training fee during training will die.

As I looked at other trainees, one word came to mind.

A ragtag mess.

It’s almost like there’s no way to fly close to the target. With the exception of Jae Sang-hae and Jo Gap-deok, it was embarrassing to call it a disaster.

Song An-seong was so careful that he asked this question.

“Well, can you learn Bidojutsu to a practical level within a month?”

Since throwing and arm techniques are basically long-distance attacks, accuracy was very important. To put it bluntly, if you swing a melee weapon roughly, it will hit you in moderation, but with a long-distance attack, even if you miss a little, it can make a big difference if you reach a long distance. Therefore, it was necessary to have precise movements, and in order to have precise movements, a lot of practice was essential.

The reason why there were so few users of arm techniques or throwing techniques compared to their usefulness was because it took a lot of time to learn them. I guess I thought that if I was going to invest this much time, it would be better to equip one more herbivore.

“It’s okay.”

“Huh. You seem confident.”

“Rather than being confident…it’s about believing that the trainees can do it.”

Song An-seong looks quite impressed by my words. I thought there was a misunderstanding and tried to open my mouth, but Song An-seong opened his mouth first.

“Indeed….you trust the trainees. To build such a strong relationship of trust in just three days.”

“It’s not a trust relationship, but it’s just…”

“Hahahaha! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! this…! I’d like to wait a little longer, but it’s already too late. I’ll come back later.”

I stared at Song An-seong’s back as he disappeared. I feel like I’m expecting something from my unit, but I don’t know what I’m expecting. I don’t think they want a development where the eliminated unit dramatically passes.

“Let’s go!”

Even leisurely thoughts seemed like a luxury.

I turned around to warn Gwang Jae-ryeon, who was once again turning a Tugyobi into a star in the sky.