Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Hunter Guerrilla Instructor - 4
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Corporal Lee Seung-ho was out of the trench.
That left only Kim Min-jun as the main firepower in Second Squad.
‘Those guys took first place in last time’s trench brawl, right?’
They definitely had superior skills.
Even though he’d saved his squadmates using Grip of Demonic Qi, they had similar numbers.
‘Using my skill wasn’t cheating.’
As long as he didn’t do anything too extreme, it was fine.
Still, to enjoy the trench brawl, he decided to avoid using other skills as much as possible.
“Kim Min-jun! You seem pretty strong—let’s have a real man-to-man fight!”
The sergeant grinned and stripped off his upper shirt.
‘Why’s he taking his shirt off?’
As Kim Min-jun casually approached him, the voices from Third Squad outside the trench grew louder.
“Raaah!”
“Third Squad! Third Squad!”
“Let’s win this!”
“If we just push this one guy out, we’ve got the win!”
Ah.
Were their squadmates boosting morale or something?
If so, he couldn’t back down either.
Not to be outdone, Kim Min-jun took off his shirt too.
“Kim Min-jun! Kim Min-jun!”
“Corporal Kim Min-jun! Show ‘em Second Squad’s class!”
Second Squad’s members raised their voices in cheer.
“Whoa… that guy’s got real combat muscle.”
“Eek! Look at those two bodies! Total jackpot!”
The hunters watching from outside the trench fixed their eyes on the two shirtless men.
Even Son Eun-seo pretended not to care while stealing glances at Kim Min-jun’s physique.
‘Wow… but check out those scars on Kim Min-jun. Did he fight a war or something?’
‘Yeah. What are those claw marks from? Monsters?’
The sergeant looked like he’d bulked up his muscles for size, while Kim Min-jun’s felt densely packed and compressed.
“Come at me first. I’ll yield the initiative.”
“No matter how good you are, you think you can beat an officer like me? Kid.”
At his words, the sergeant scoffed and charged.
Thud!
The sergeant baited a test of strength, then suddenly shifted into a waist grab.
“I used to be a pro wrestler, you know? No matter how high your strength stat is, you can’t beat technique!”
With the sergeant’s arms around his waist, victory seemed in sight.
‘One Leg Sweep and this guy’s done. I wrestled pro for three years, punk!’
The sergeant hooked Kim Min-jun’s right leg outward with his own right leg.
Then he tried to swing Kim Min-jun counterclockwise and toss him out of the trench.
‘Oh. He’s got some wrestling chops? Guess the pro wrestler thing is legit.’
Impressed by the sergeant’s unexpectedly high-level technique, Kim Min-jun braced his lower body.
“Wh-what?”
The sergeant panicked at the sensation of lifting a heavy iron weight.
He should’ve gone flying, but the guy didn’t budge.
“What’s that technique you just used on me called?”
“…Leg Sweep.”
“I know one wrestling move too. Let me show you.”
“Wh-what?”
Kim Min-jun grabbed the sergeant’s waist with both hands and hurled him straight out of the trench.
“Over-the-Shoulder Throw!”
“Gaaah!”
The sergeant flew out of the trench and was eliminated.
‘Oh yeah! That’s the feeling!’
The practice with the gods in that other world was paying off, huh?
Kim Min-jun grinned in satisfaction and turned to the remaining enemies.
“You wanna get tossed like that sergeant, or crawl out nice and easy?”
“…We’ll crawl out.”
Having witnessed Kim Min-jun’s overwhelming power, Third Squad gave up the trench brawl.
“Crazy! That sergeant’s a former pro wrestler! He reversed that technique?”
“Nah, he just picked him up and chucked him.”
“Third Squad lost like that?”
Stunned by the unexpected outcome, the watching hunters stared at Kim Min-jun in shock.
“Second Platoon, Second Squad wins!”
“Wooo!”
As Kim Min-jun climbed out of the trench, his squadmates thumbs-upped him.
“Corporal Kim Min-jun! That was insane.”
“Crazy! Beating an officer that easily?”
The heated mood didn’t last long.
“Everyone back to your spots! Trench brawl is training too!”
“Ugh!”
The training commander’s shout quickly deflated the excitement.
“Alright! We’ll continue the trench brawls like this!”
The matches went on, leaving only the finals: Second Platoon, Second Squad versus Fourth Platoon, Fourth Squad, where Lance Corporal Son Eun-seo was.
“No way, but that’s just a wash.”
“One sergeant and one lieutenant? How do we beat that?”
“Lucky draw or what?”
Fourth Platoon, Fourth Squad had one second lieutenant and one sergeant.
Even assuming the rest were female hunters, it was a tough matchup.
“Guys. Last match. Don’t chicken out. Win this, and we get squad liberty plus performance points for the platoon. And you know? Anything less than first place gets us nothing.”
“Ugh… we made it this far!”
“We’ll win for sure!”
First place in the trench brawl earned squad liberty and platoon performance points.
Second place got zilch.
Motivated by his words, Second Squad steeled themselves.
Tweet!
The whistle blew, and the final trench brawl began.
“Let’s go!”
“Raaah!”
They showed no mercy to the female hunters.
With squad liberty on the line, they targeted the weaker-looking ones first.
‘I’ve had my fun. Time to wrap this up quick.’
Trench brawls starting to bore him, Kim Min-jun went all out.
“Eek!”
“What strength!”
The second lieutenant and sergeant, who’d shone so far, were tossed out in just 30 seconds.
At that point, the brawl was decided.
‘Nice. Got both instructor and squad performance points.’
Kim Min-jun grabbed the arm of the last one standing, Son Eun-seo, to throw her out.
“Hang on! I’ll walk out myself! Don’t throw me!”
Son Eun-seo surrendered and shook her head.
“Come on, that’s no fun.”
“What? Eek!”
With that final toss, the trench brawl ended.
**
Day four of training.
The hunters faced only the final CBRN drill.
“Ah….”
“Please just let us survive and get out. Please!”
It marked the near end of guerrilla training, but their faces were grim.
Hunter units ran it without gas masks.
Plus, they had to endure inside for at least five minutes.
To them, those five minutes would feel like an hour.
‘Kek! CBRN! Instructors make ‘em suffer in CBRN!’
Meanwhile.
Kim Min-jun was thrilled at the thought of working the hunters hard.
Instructors could triple the time based on trainees’ attitudes.
‘I’ll toughen your mental game.’
Normally, instructors knew CBRN hell and ended it in five minutes.
But Kim Min-jun had no such plans.
“Alright! First Battalion, First Company, First Platoon—enter the gas chamber!”
“Ugh!”
As trainees entered, thick smoke greeted them.
“Gah! Cough!”
“Gaaah!”
“Maintain formation properly!”
“Ah, ugh!”
Wearing his gas mask, Kim Min-jun yelled at the coughing trainees.
“If you trainees take this seriously, we’ll end it quick! Got it?”
“Ugh!!”
Tears and snot streaming, they prepared to sing the national anthem.
“What number between times tables one through nine doesn’t appear?”
“…….”
“……?”
But the question was totally unexpected.
‘This is one, four….’
‘Four, sixteen… kek!’
‘You crazy demon bastard!’
No way to answer that quick.
Plus, the gas made clear thinking impossible.
It took ten minutes before they could exit.
‘CBRN’s the best for building mental grit and willpower.’
As expected.
Coming back to Earth made him go soft, huh.
‘Min-jun! It’s Second Platoon, Second Squad! You know!’
Even his own squad got no mercy in the gas chamber.
“Sing the national anthem, verses one through four, full out.”
“Kek! Cr-crazy!”
“Cough! F-four verses?”
“Sing fast!”
“East sea, White Head Mountain, though dried and worn, God protect our land….”
Like rappers possessed, they blasted through the anthem.
“CBRN training complete! Wash your faces thoroughly! Got it!”
“Kek… ugh!”
As CBRN ended, coughs echoed everywhere.
The training commander glanced at them, then continued.
“Tonight at 1900, recreation time. But! Training isn’t over till the exit march! Don’t slack off!”
“Ugh!”
“Ugh!!”
His words instantly brightened the dour mood.
**
During the five-day, four-night guerrilla training.
The one happy time was evening of day four.
The invincible hunter unit held a guts trial under the guise of building camaraderie.
Instructors played ghosts, and pent-up trainees sometimes punched them as an excuse for being startled.
“Min-jun, you’re gonna get beat bad.”
“First time seeing a demon who drags out CBRN over ten minutes.”
Instructors warned him to watch out while donning ghost makeup.
‘Just dodge ‘em.’
Better yet, for a guts trial, make it as scary as possible for the thrill.
‘Night Walker. Get ready.’
Kim Min-jun smirked at the thought of scaring the hunters.
“Which platoon you from, comrade?”
“Oh, I’m First Platoon, First Battalion? Wait, Fourth Battalion, First Platoon.”
As the guts trial began, male and female hunters chatted while walking the course.
How scary could instructors be anyway?
It was just an excuse.
Really, it was time for hunters to bond.
“Gahhh!”
“Ew, instructor. Sloppy ghost costume.”
Instructors popped up at intervals to spook them.
As the hunters snickered and walked—
Whoosh!
“Kyaaah!”
“Shit! Gaaah!”
A black-faced instructor suddenly thrust into their faces.
Perfect jump scare.
Hunters freaked and fell back.
‘Good. Night Walker, keep it up.’
Ssssh.
It was Kim Min-jun.
He’d told Night Walker to cover his face, then used it to scare the hunters.
Ssssh.
Night Walker wondered why its master ordered this but obeyed silently.
“Huh? What’s up.”
Near the end of the guts trial.
Night Walker sensed something odd and sank into the ground.
Now C-rank, Night Walker showed useful performance.
“Found something good? Hurry back.”
Ssssh.
Moments later.
Night Walker returned with a small red-glowing bead.
“Oh… what’s this?”
Kim Min-jun’s eyes lit up as he identified the bead.