5. The commander's son.
5. The commander's son.
Before receiving their supplies, the trainees first had to undergo a service suitability assessment. What they did before entering was a brief document review, and this time it was an interview.
Kal, who was assigned the sex number 69, soon entered the interview room with five other fellow trainees. Actually, they called it a grand interview assessment, but they just threw a few useless questions at you, checked if you were insane or not, and sent you right back. In short, if you failed here, you were a total piece of nuclear waste-level psycho.
Kal did have some thoughts about just throwing a real tantrum here and failing on purpose. However, since the next place he'd end up if he left here was the fucking Hell-Lugal prison, his urge to act out was ultimately thwarted and never carried out. ...Still, wouldn't he feel a bit better if he showed at least a faint will to resistㅡ!
"Hey, number 69. Why are you here?"
"I heard the pussies of the women in the training camp are mind-blowing. I came here to fuck them all."
Even for the Hell-Lugal training camp, which is known for having a lot of idiots, this was the first time a guy had so openly declared he was going to fuck the women. The examiner was so dumbfounded that he just snorted.
"You know you'll be discharged if you get someone pregnant, right?"
"Don't worry. I'm a man, so I won't get pregnant."
The fellow trainees next to him burst into giggles. The assistant instructors standing behind them growled menacingly for them not to laugh.
"You're a psycho, aren't you. ...Yeah, you need guys like you for reckless operations to be possible."
Naturally, Kal passed without issue. In fact, given that there were even worse bastards everywhere, if they failed him, most of the people here would be candidates for failure.
The bastard number 70, as if not wanting to lose to Kal's bravado, answered the examiner's question with nonsense. Then, the assistant instructor right behind him hit the back of his chair with a baton, growling at him not to mess around.
Anyway, with the excellent result of everyone passing, the five fellow trainees came out of the interview room.
They went straight to the supply warehouse under the guidance of the assistant instructor and received their supplies. The trainees, especially those who received the standard-issue APA Suit, seemed captivated by its magnificent appearance. ...Well, I guess it would feel good to see a shiny, flashy suit for the first time. Like you've finally made it in life....
Having received their supplies, the trainees scattered back to their respective [Dormitory]s. When Kal entered [Dormitory] 5, his peers were already chatting noisily, having opened up to each other.
"I heard this place is fucking hard, why did you guys come here?"
"Fuck, my dad threw me in here to make me suffer like a dog."
When Kal, who had been the last to receive his supplies, went and sat in his spot, his peers quietly turned their attention to him. It seemed they had already exchanged some information among themselves.
"Hey, what were you doing before you came here?"
Kal, who was skillfully organizing his locker, curled his lips into a smirk at the question.
"I was doing some space travel. It was fucking wide, like a whore's pussy."
"Oh, fuck, finally a normal bastard appeared."
The muscle-bound guy who was giggling like that scanned his peers and kindly introduced them one by one.
"That bastard over there by the door is a son of a bitch. He says his dad is a building owner with ten buildings."
The rat-faced man who looked pathetic at first glance waved lightly at Kal. His name was Iyakin Matsumoto. He was from a place not too far from here, E094-05, also known as the border planet.
Of course, if his dad were really a building owner with ten buildings, he wouldn't have dumped his son in a place like this, so it was highly likely his words were just bragging. Of course, since bragging contests were intense here, this level was actually on the mild side.
"The bald bastard right next to him is a married man with kids. He says he has five kids, fuck."
The tattooed delinquent had already proudly placed a family photo on his locker. His name was Rom Pang. This guy was also from the border planet. As a married man with many kids, he said he joined to feed his family.
"And the pig to your right is a Major's son."
The pig, boasting a bulky frame, was already putting something in his mouth and chewing it. His name was Kuda Oier. This one was from E011-04, also known as Heaven-bound. The planet's nickname wasn't Heaven-bound because it was good, but because it was a Harlem planet where all sorts of fucked-up things ran rampant. They said it was called Heaven-bound because if you went in, you'd go straight to heaven.
"I'm John Carter. I did some mercenary work."
Lastly, the guy who liked to act like the leader was a space mercenary. He was from the trash planet E007-08.
"Half of that place belongs to my brothers. We're incredibly rich. Surprisingly, trash makes money too."
Now it was Kal's turn. The guys seemed curious about this fucking handsome bastard's personal details.
So Kal reeled off his personal file.
"Kal Jale. I'm the son of the big boss of this fucking military. So, tread carefully, you bastardsㅡ."
Everyone giggled. Unless he was crazy, there was no way the Commander's son would come to this trashy place. Still, it was polite to pretend to believe him.
From that day on, Kal's nickname became the Commander's Son.
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The training camp, which had been a bit loose until the entrance ceremony, started running intensely from the next day.
The bell ringing at 6 AM, loud enough to burst your eardrums, was effective enough to make even guys undergoing a sleep endoscopy jump right up. Especially for Kal, who loved sleeping in, strangely enough, his eyes snapped open the moment he heard that wake-up bellㅡ!
...Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Training camp day 2, wake-up time.
The moment when the wish that everything was a dream was most miserably shattered. It wasn't just Kal; the other peers also had the look of "this is fucked" plastered all over their faces.
That's how the military was. Whether you came in voluntarily or involuntarily, you could feel that inexplicable shittiness slowly spreading throughout your whole body.
Even before the wake-up bell stopped, the door burst open and the Group 5 assistant instructor walked right in.
"Ah, fuck, the smell. Open the windows and ventilate, quicklyㅡ!"
Of course, there was a separate ventilation system inside, but you shouldn't expect much from a dilapidated, old building that had rotted as much as it could.
The peers groaned, "Ugh," got up from their beds, and immediately prepared for morning roll call. They changed into their suits and lined up in the hallway. The assistant instructor took the five of them outside the dormitory.
"March in stepㅡ!"
Outside the dormitory, there were already numerous groups paired up in fives heading to the parade ground. Of course, among them, there were naturally groups made up of women.
Naturally, the guys were going crazy checking out the women's faces. At the entrance ceremony, they were a bit dazed so they didn't notice, but now they had the presence of mind to look around.
"Don't look to the side, look straight ahead, you bastardsㅡ!"
Of course, the assistant instructors screamed at them not to let their eyes wander. Still, the guys did their best to glance sideways and focused on rating the women. Since they had lost all other forms of entertainment, they had to at least look at the women to have some fun.
"Fuck, that girl is so hot. Look at that, look at those tits, fuck. They're a weapon, a real weapon. If you hit someone with those, they'd die, fuck."
Trash Captain, John, commented like that while watching a woman moving with breasts the size of watermelons jiggling. Kal was also curious and couldn't help but look. Thanks to that, he had to listen to the assistant instructor's cursing.
Anyway, once all the groups were lined up on the parade ground, the duty commander soon climbed onto the review stand. His face was plastered with fatigue as he scanned the trainees and began the roll call.
Kal, who had always received simple internal roll calls inside the ship since boarding, felt that the parade ground roll call after such a long time felt veeery shitty.
To think that such a moldy, old-fashioned, relic-like event still existedㅡ!
Of course, the roll call didn't end there. They were even going to conduct a run to welcome a fresh morning.
"What the fuckㅡ."
I really couldn't help but curse. But what could I do? If they tell you to run until your dick falls off, you have to run.
Thus, this damn morning roll call only ended after they had circled the parade ground five times. Of course, Kal, equipped with the Ion Buster, wasn't tired at all, but just having to smell the musty sweat of the guys from the morning was a painful thing in itself.
Anyway, having finished that goddamn roll call, they took a quick water shower under the assistant instructor's supervision and prepared to eat breakfast.
Of course, the breakfast at the fucking Hell-Lugal was, as expected, as shitty as its reputation. Especially that poop-colored poop soupㅡ!
Did I come here to eat this kind of shit....
"Hey, Commander's son. If you're not going to eat that, give it to me."
Of course, the pig ate well no matter what you gave him. Kal handed the poop soup, which he wouldn't eat even if he starved to death, to the guy. The guy downed it in one shot. He said it was delicious, considering how weird it looked.
Anyway, having finished that tasteless breakfast, the trainees began training in earnest.
"You guys, fuck, don't even deserve to be called trainees yetㅡ! You have to last at least a month. If you're going to whine like babies, quit now. I've clearly warned you."
The instructors all looked menacing and had foul mouths, too. I guess you can't use nice words to reform these goddamn bastards.
"Pig bastards, you're exempt for now. You guys are doing something separate."
The pig guy, who was the Major's son, just giggled at the news of being exempt, not knowing his impending fate. Kal prayed for his soul in his heart.
Thus, all the guys who passed the pig bastard cutoff were exempted, and the rest looked at the instructor with somewhat tense expressions.
The guy scanned the cadets with a sinister expression and nodded slightly. Then, he showed them his clenched fist and appealed to his own beliefs.
"The most important thing for a soldier is mental strength. But do you know where that mental strength comes from?"
There was no answer to the question. Of course, the instructor probably wasn't expecting an answer either.
"It's physical strength. A strong mind resides in a strong bodyㅡ! Therefore, a soldier is physical strengthㅡ!"
The instructor seemed to especially loathe water muscles made by machines. He said that kind of stuff wasn't real muscle or physical strength.
"Muscles cultivated over months and years by sweating yourself are the true muscles and physical strengthㅡ! Such muscles don't easily betray usㅡ!"
As expected of Hell-Lugal, old-fashioned ideas were rampant. ...Yeah, its reputation wouldn't go anywhere.
If it were a normal place, why would everyone avoid it? They avoid it because it's a shitty place.
"From today for 6 months, until training ends, we will do physical training every day. Rain or shine, that will not changeㅡ!"
Of course, since the instructor hadn't done this once or twice, he dangled a reward to motivate the cadets.
"We will have a test every Friday. And the top 3 here will be given free time the next day, Saturday. I'll reward those who do well, that's it."
Waaaaaaahㅡㅡ.
These goddamn trainees' eyes flipped at the mention of free time.