Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Hunter Guerrilla Instructor-2
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That person's identity was Corporal Son Eun-seo.
She too made a face like this couldn't be happening when she saw Kim Min-jun wearing the red hat.
'What the... Guerrilla instructors have to be at least a sergeant to apply.'
Already a sergeant?
Just a little while ago, she was definitely a corporal, same as me?
"Trainee number 206, eyes front."
"Ah, yes!"
But that expression didn't last long.
At Kim Min-jun's warning, Son Eun-seo quickly turned her gaze.
'Oh, right. This guy got that good magic from home.'
Thanks to that, his magic stat shot up, and he unlocked the skills he needed.
It would be too heartless not to repay her at all...
They were comrades in arms, after all, and it was time to practice give and take.
'You especially, I'll keep a close eye on you.'
Sometimes stats went up when you pushed your body to the limit with PT calisthenics included.
If an excellent instructor like himself helped out right beside you, the effect would be maximized.
"High jump prep!"
"Guerrilla!"
"Five reps, how many?"
"Five!"
"Listen to that voice. Ten reps, how many?"
"Ten!!"
"High jump, six reps! Execute!"
Soon, at the guerrilla captain's command, PT calisthenics began.
Tweet! Beep! Tweet!
Everyone started PT from number one in time with the whistle.
To induce mistakes from the trainees, the guerrilla captain changed the rep count at the end.
"Next! Bend and touch prep!"
"Guerrilla!"
"Four reps, how many?"
"Four!"
"Bend and touch, six reps! Execute!"
The hunters started off tense, focusing intently.
But that didn't last long.
Around posture six, fatigue built up, and hunters began making mistakes one by one.
"Trainee 120! Trainee 121! Fall out to the side!"
"Agh!"
"Move your asses now!"
"Ah, yes!"
Those who messed up the final call were pulled aside and given harsher punishment than PT from the instructors.
'Oh, look at her?'
Kim Min-jun's eyes gleamed as he watched Son Eun-seo nail postures up to six perfectly.
'She's good? I was ready to drill her at the slightest slip.'
Must be because she's the division commander's daughter.
But that only lasted until seven.
"Eight! Full body twist prep!"
"Guerrilla!"
The infamous number eight in PT calisthenics, said to be the gates of hell.
As full body twists came up, the trainees looked like they were about to die.
They'd suffered through it before, but this time they had to do it in heavy power suits.
"Five reps, how many?"
"Five!"
"What are you, defeated soldiers? Listen to those voices! Thirty reps, how many?"
"Thirty!!!"
"Full body twist, forty reps, execute!"
Tweet! Beep! Tweet!
With the whistle, the trainees' faces twisted in agony.
"Elevennnn!"
"Ughhhh! Thirteeeen!"
"Don't let your head touch the ground! Why do your legs keep dropping!"
It was pure hell.
Same PT from the same guerrilla captain as before, but the intensity was over three times higher.
"Trainee 206, keep legs at 45 degrees."
"Yes!"
"Forty-five left, forty-five right. You're off by more than five degrees. Straighten up."
"Yes!"
Even among the female hunters, the supposedly excellent Corporal Son Eun-seo couldn't escape PT eight.
On top of that, Kim Min-jun drilled her until she got perfect form.
Compared to the other instructors, he demanded flawless execution.
He was the devil incarnate.
'Agh, why me here!'
'He's insane. Cut me some slack!'
'Of all places, number eight? That satan bastard!'
The trainees around Son Eun-seo felt the same.
They cursed Kim Min-jun inwardly.
Son Eun-seo glared at him with a look that said she hated his guts.
'Pissed off? Then do it perfect. And... you know?'
If you're mad, become an instructor yourself.
Soon after, Kim Min-jun moved to where Sergeant Choi Seung-woo was and delivered hell.
'Ah, this must be why people become instructors.'
Rack up performance points, drill hunters regardless of rank.
It was utterly refreshing.
'I should do instructor duty again next time.'
Kim Min-jun approached the leg-shaking Sergeant Choi Seung-woo and kindly corrected his form.
"Today's guerrilla schedule ends here! In the guerrilla captain's view, the trainees' low level is why it ran so late. Get your acts together for the rest of training!"
"Yes!"
Guerrilla calisthenics didn't end until midnight.
Normally, even if dragged out, guerrilla PT wrapped up before dinner.
This time, with intensified training, it went past 9 PM.
"Ah...."
"We're alive...."
As soon as day one training ended, the hunters hurriedly stripped off their power suits.
Then they lay on the ground using it as a bed.
Male and female hunters alike moved in perfect unison.
That showed just how intense the training had been.
"Whoa... my stats went up. After that demon Kim Min-jun drilled me, my stamina rose by 1."
"Mine's strength up by 1."
Thanks to that, a few hunters even leveled up stats.
Especially those Kim Min-jun had brushed past—they reaped the full benefits.
He'd really pushed them right to the brink of passing out.
"Grateful, right? I'm the type who gets attached easily, so I paid extra attention to my squadmates."
"Sergeant Kim Min-jun... you gotta be kidding us like this?"
"I thought my back was snapping."
"Stats up is what matters, you punks. Dong-jin, did yours go up?"
Kim Min-jun's gaze turned to Lee Dong-jin.
"Private First Class Lee Dong-jin. Strength and stamina stats up by 1 each."
Lee Dong-jin answered with ragged breaths.
'That guy's surprisingly taking training well.'
As time dragged on, most hunters just tried to get through it somehow.
But Lee Dong-jin gritted his teeth and powered through hell or high water.
'Four years as a private first class, huh. Experience can't be ignored.'
If he'd trained like that from the start in the hunter army, he'd have made sergeant by now.
In truth, what sparked Private First Class Lee Dong-jin's motivation was Kim Min-jun, though he didn't know it.
"Go shower quick. You know hot water only runs for two hours, right?"
"I'll lie here a bit longer and take a cold one. No spots if I go now."
Day one of training passed like that.
**
Training day two.
The hunters moved deeper into the mountains for special obstacle training.
"Ah... my legs are cramping bad."
"I think I slept wrong yesterday... my neck...."
With day one's intensity, most hunters were whining.
'Ah, when do we do trench combat?'
Meanwhile, Kim Min-jun itched to join the training.
"Listen up! Special obstacle training starts now! If trainees slack off like yesterday, I'll double the volume! Got it!"
"Yes!"
Arriving at the training ground with special structures, the guerrilla captain warned them to shape up.
Dissatisfied with day one's guerrilla training, he was on edge.
"First up, rope traverse!"
At the training captain's words, Kim Min-jun stepped forward to explain.
"Starting now, front row goes one by one when I finish explaining. Understood?"
"Yes!"
A single rope hung between widely spaced special-material logs.
Trainees had to grab it and cross over the mud pit while hanging.
Up to here, no different from regular army.
"While trainees cross, instructors will attack randomly. Key here is situational judgment and reflexes. Understood?"
"Yes!"
"Counts as complete only when feet touch ground solidly. Stay tense until then. Understood?"
"Yes!"
"Then this instructor will demonstrate. Watch closely and follow."
But in the hunter army, instructors attacked while trainees crossed on the rope.
Firing rubber bullets, stabbing with training weapons.
Don't underestimate obstacle training.
'No mercy. Attack like you mean to kill.'
"Understood."
As Kim Min-jun grabbed the rope, the instructors' eyes sharpened.
The night before, they'd been summoned by the training captain and chewed out.
'Kim Min-jun sergeant's doing that, and you call that instructing? Why'd you even apply!' Along with a bunch of foul language.
This happened because Kim Min-jun excelled too much.
Thud!
"Guerrilla!"
As Kim Min-jun started crossing the pit on the rope, instructors attacked from both sides.
'What? Why are these guys suddenly going hard again?'
This was just a demo.
So they didn't need to attack so fiercely.
'But if they do, it's more fun for me.'
They went all out to knock him off.
Swoosh! Swish!
Special-material spears stabbed from everywhere.
Kim Min-jun twisted his body here and there, lightly dodging.
Blind-spot attacks he even slapped away one-handed.
"No way, they cranked the training intensity."
"How do you even? Ten out of ten would splash."
"Min-jun didn't make sergeant early for nothing. His physicals are insane."
Hunters watching shook their heads in disbelief.
'No, these guys?'
Meanwhile.
The moment Kim Min-jun perfectly dodged and was about to land.
One instructor grabbed the rope and yanked back.
The recoil sent Kim Min-jun flying back to the start.
'For real? Then I won't hold back either?'
Plus a fresh barrage of attacks.
Kim Min-jun grabbed a spear whizzing past his face one-handed and yanked it toward him.
"Huh? Huhhh?"
Strength stat 65.
No matter a sergeant, they couldn't withstand his power.
Splash!
"Argh!"
The yanked sergeant plunged straight into the pit.
'Yes! More! Keep coming!'
The other instructors didn't last two seconds against him before splashing in.
"Guer-ril-la!"
Kim Min-jun leisurely finished his demo and returned to position.
Even after all that, his time was just 20 seconds.
Normal trainees hitting the 30-second range got fall-out time so instructors could rest.
"Ooh...."
"Insane... instructors dropping without a fight."
"Three officers too."
Clap clap clap clap.
Hunters who'd watched the demo applauded Kim Min-jun.
The nearby training captain nodded once, satisfied.
"Alright! Proceed with training just like that!"
While trainees trained, the other instructors—Kim Min-jun excepted—flailed spears like drowned rats.
'Oh? What's this? It went up?'
Kim Min-jun watched the trainees idly for a moment.
A message popped up before his eyes.