episode_0179

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Saturday.

The trainees of Unit 12, where Ho Cheon-an was an instructor, prayed more earnestly than ever for Sunday to come.

Sunday, a holiday, was a day that everyone looked forward to, and it was natural to look forward to the official day off from training…

Since Ho Cheon-an announced the unit schedule a few days ago, the trainees of the Twelfth Unit’s anticipation for Sunday has increased several times, so it is no exaggeration to say that they are the ones who wait the most eagerly for Sunday in this center.

“Even on Sundays, I don’t skip cantering and piti exercises. Do you understand? Trainees? Cantering and piti gymnastics are not training in any way, but rather a means of warming up the body. Instructors do not have the authority to force training on Sundays, but they do not forget that if they miss one day of training, they must make up for it for three days.”

Ho Cheon-an’s declaration that he would take revenge for three days if he missed gymnastics and cantering on Sunday was a good thing.

“Oh, and according to the manual, trainees are allowed to go out every Sunday. According to the regulations, only 3 people are allowed to go out, so the cadets who will apply to go out this week…”

The reason why Ho Cheon-an was speechless was simple. This was because all fourteen members of the Twelve Units raised their hands without a moment of hesitation.

Ho Cheon-an was silent for a moment and then opened his mouth. Hocheon-an understood that the trainees wanted a vacation, but he never thought they would all want to go out at once.

“Trainees, vacations are on a rotation system anyway. Due to the four-week schedule, I am bound to go out at least once anyway. I’ll ask again. Hands down for cadets who don’t plan on going on vacation this week.”

Even so, no trainees left. Ho Cheon-an, who had a headache, changed his strategy to attack each player individually.

“Jo Gaju, is there any reason to go out?”

“Evil! I would like to go to the workshop and get a new window installed.”

Because it was such a justifiable reason, Ho Cheon-an was speechless. Ho Cheon-an, who was rolling his eyes, made eye contact with Gwang Jae-ryeon, who stood out because his head was a bit bigger than the others.

“Gwangjae training trainee, is there a reason you need to go out?”

“Evil! Losing my tuition money has always bothered me! We will supplement your tuition fee!”

“No, the instructor is responsible for managing the number of tuition fees.”

“No! It bothered me! I will definitely fill it up!”

“….”

“I really want to go!”

Ho Cheon-an gave up on rational persuasion when he saw Gwang Jae-ryun screaming with such force that he wouldn’t be surprised if the roof tiles in the dormitory fell off.

“Good. This Saturday afternoon. Let’s take a cancer skills test. Vacation numbers will be given priority to those who have achieved their goals.”

“Evil!”

The time for the decisive battle has arrived.

The atmosphere in the dormitory where we ate lunch was indescribably brutal.

Ho Cheon-an talked as if he could go on vacation every week, but the trainees were not fools. The training would get more intense each week, and there would be no week to enjoy the outing as much as the first week without pressure. Also, it was unknown whether there would be a real opportunity to go out next Sunday or not.

And such calculations didn’t really matter.

The trainees looked down at the side dishes they were eating. Rice balls the size of a fist and a few side dishes of vegetables that can be found anywhere. And eggs and chicken breast.

Kangchumoru thought as he put the egg in his mouth. I would sell my soul if I could just eat food that didn’t have that peculiar smell that comes from the yolk.

Gapdeok Cho also thought. It was to the point where just putting a piece of chicken meat in my mouth caused a rejection reaction in my stomach. I just didn’t need it at all. If only I could go out and eat a plate of gye bean noodles made with chicken head broth and two or three rolled somen…

It’s a place where everyone fills their stomachs even if they don’t feel like eating just to get good grades on the afternoon exam!

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the afternoon, the trainees took a deep breath and went outside.

It was time for a decisive battle.

“Then, as announced, we will take the secret martial arts test.”

“Evil!”

“First, 6 people will stand and shoot from a distance of 10 shots.”

“Evil!”

The trainees’ Bidojutsu proficiency levels are now divided into four groups. The top ranks are still Cho Gap-deok and Jae Sang-hae. Top-ranked clams, corn, and Seong Yeol-hwi. The middle rank is Gangchumoru, Jangchu, and Bibancha. And in the lower tier, there are 6 people including Gwangjeongyeon.

“If you throw five bidos and hit three or more, you pass.”

“Evil!”

All the trainees looked at the six people with tense eyes. It was natural that if there were many successful applicants, a second round of competition might occur.

Ho Cheon-an also had a whistle in his mouth.

Beep!

Shhh!

Now the raindrops were flying with a fairly sharp sound, and cheers and exclamations were mixed.

It was difficult to accurately hit a target at a distance of 10 shots with only one week of training. Since Ho Cheon-an had to wait for the right time to throw it, only one of the six actually hit the target.

However, the eight trainees who were watching did not let go of their tension. This was because the more Bido threw, the better he got at it and the better he got at it.

Beep!

A signal from Hocheonan that continues by surprise. The six people had no choice but to throw the rain in a hurry before the lingering effects of the first rain had even subsided.

Of course, the result is a mess.

Ho Tian-an said shamelessly while receiving the resentful gazes of the six people.

“The test must be taken like the real test. Who is so mesmerized in real life? Are you going to throw it again right away?”

“No!”

With Hocheonan, the trainees were able to hurriedly get into position because they could really shout fight right away.

Beep!

As a result, not a single one of the lower-ranked trainees passed the exam. The faces of the six people were colored with regret.

Second, the test for the mid-level players began.

The middle rankers passed the test if they threw three shots and hit a total of five or more shots in the three movements of standing, sitting, and lying down.

Beep!

The successful candidate has been announced. Kangchumoru showed off his skills by hitting six out of a total of nine blades.

“Aaaah!!!”

Kangchumoru was jumping around in joy. Of the more than half of the participants, only one person has passed the test, so if things continue, Kangchumoru’s departure is very likely.

“Gangchumoru trainee. Enter.”

“Evil! Evil!”

That righteous man would later become a legendary general, called Hak Ik-jin and the founder of hammer and anvil tactics? Ho Cheon-an suppressed a sigh and called the next trainees.

Jo Ga-ju Corn Seong Yeol-hwi came out with a tense expression.

“If you throw nine arrows in the posture called by the instructor and hit five or more, you will pass.”

“Evil!”

“Stand and shoot!”

Shhh!

One person passed and one person was put on hold. Jo Ga-ju hit six out of nine shots cleanly, while Oksusu hit five out of nine shots, but there were too many bidos that responded too late to Ho Cheon-an’s command or barely reached the target.

“Corn Cadet. Do you agree that your results are unclear?”

“Evil!”

Ho Cheon-an, seeing Okseok answering with a tearful expression, made a condition.

“If there are no successful candidates from the remaining two, we will treat the corn cadet as going out as well. Forward to the remaining two!”

“Evil!”

Cho Gap-deok and Jae Sang-hae came forward with solemn expressions.

“Two people can aim the nasal instrument at the area that the instructor shouts out in the position they want. As expected, we will throw nine and hit five.”

“Evil!”

The trainees focused on this final test, which would determine their future direction. To begin with, these two people have different levels of difficulty than other people. The precision required is a test that is different from other trainees who are anxious just to get it right.

“Head!”

Shhh!

The two arrows were accurately hit. The trainees let out exclamations of exclamation and Corn bit his nails.

“Right leg!”

Shhh!

“Left arm!”

The trainees watched this test with their hands sweating. Who will be the go-to person this week?

“Heart!”

Shhh!

And the results came out.

“Aaaah!”

Corn cheered. Cho Gap-deok and Jae Sang-hae were both eliminated. Jaesanghae looked at the cheering corn and gritted his teeth.

“This is not fair!”

The air at the training ground froze at the cry of re-injury. The corn stopped in the same position as it was punching in the air, and the trainees who had been looking at the outings with envious eyes turned their heads.

Ho Cheon-an’s head crooked. The more Hocheonan’s head turned, the more terrified the trainees became. Over the past week, I have learned with my body that tilting one’s head is one of Ho Cheon-an’s habits when he is angry!

Even Jaesanghae, who had objected angrily, stiffened for a moment.

Fortunately, Hocheonan’s hill returned to normal. Seeing that, the trainees all sighed in relief.

“Good. What’s unfair? Re-injured trainee.”

“The trainees with the best cancer skills right now are me and Cho Gap-deok! However, it is unfair that others go on vacation due to the evaluation of their cancer skills!”

Jae Sang-hae, who spoke up to this point, looked at Ho Cheon-an for a moment. Ho Cheon-an looked at Jae-sang-hae as if telling him to continue, and Jae-sang-hae realized that he could not back down now, so he strengthened his stomach and opened his mouth.

“I understand the instructor’s desire to value effort, but this is unfair! In the first place, where is the objectivity in having different goals depending on the level? Effort is important, but there must be compensation for performance!”

“Hmm… So, does the injured trainee claim that it is fair to pay compensation based on ability and performance?”

“Evil!”

There was silence for a moment. The trainees stood at attention, rolling their eyes and looking at Ho Cheon-an and Jaesang-hae. The sight of Ho Cheon-an looking at the re-injury was unusual.

“It seems that this instructor only trained the cadets physically.”

For a moment, the trainees felt ominous.

“Get down.”

“Evil!”

Rumble!

“Put your feet up.”

“Evil!”

Ho Cheon-an walked leisurely with his back to me and began to talk.

“I thought that the cadets would be able to fully understand the educational philosophy of the main building. Let me be clear here. Listen carefully. Do you understand?”

“Ahh!”

“To put it bluntly, your cancer skills are all about acorn height recovery. What is the use of acorns trying to decide who is bigger or smaller? Isn’t this a cancer skill that I learned for a week at most?”

“Ahh!”

“You are all trainees and should focus on honing your skills. So, we wanted to determine your level of achievement. It’s more about how much effort you put into it rather than about your objective skills. Trainees are not in a position to produce results, but rather are people who need to grow, so we used that as the standard for judgment.”

“Evil!”

“But actually, this isn’t that important.”

The trainees raised their heads. No, then why are you cheering up now?

Ho Cheon-an’s words rang out along with the trainees’ questions.

“It is important that the trainees lack a military spirit.”

“Evil!”

“The military is not an organization that considers fairness or rationality. Is a soldier who refuses orders because his life is precious a soldier?”

“No!”

“Push-ups! My name is one! Summer clothes for two! One!”

“Sangnyeonyeeoeoung!”

Ho Cheon-an recalled the first time he met Jae Sang-hae. You said you applied to the Geumui Commission because you wanted your abilities to be evaluated reasonably. The world of coffins is rotten and they cannot properly evaluate abilities due to being blocked by customs, personal connections, and seniority.

Hearing that, Hu Tianan just laughed.

Wherever you go, irrationality exists. Theoretically, it is impossible to affirm irrationality, but what happens if you treat something that exists in reality as non-existent?

He applied to the Geumui Commission because he could not accept the irrationality of the culture of civil servants.

“We do not believe that our evaluation criteria are unreasonable, but we understand that individual opinions may differ. However, this is the military, the main building is a training instructor, and the trainees are trainees. What if the main building is different? Trainees must be judged.”

Then I will show you the height of irrationality. After getting a taste of the true military, Jae Sang-hae’s perspective on the world might change. The view is unreasonable. It was necessary to inform them that there was a basement beneath the floor.

A taste of the military mixed with solidarity responsibility and the taste of superiors and subordinates!

“Two!”

“Haboook!”

“If you had to pick one, what would the two be? One!”

“Screaming at me!”

“Two!”

“Kandaaa!”

“Your voice is small! We will instill a military spirit in our trainees today! One!”

“Scream at me!!!”

“Two!”

“Kandaaagh!”

The trainees’ voices, almost crying, rang out all afternoon.