Chapter 41: Black octagonal knight’s cap (4)
In his previous life, he was a soldier. Not just any soldier, but a professional who served for a solid ten years. This meant he was well-acquainted with training.
He had undergone countless drills. Extreme heat training, extreme cold training, and even RCT (Regimental Combat Training). Not to mention the thousand-mile marches.
Ten years in the military meant that he had experienced almost every type of training imaginable.
...But it wasn’t something he was particularly proud of.
By the end of each training, he would feel drained and as if his health had been burned away. There was nothing to be proud of—just people getting worn down.
That’s why Ihan believed there was nothing more irrational than military training. Not all militaries were like that, of course. Surely, some conducted proper training and established systems.
‘It’s just that my unit and division never did.’
They were only interested in tormenting conscripted soldiers for two years. Just pointless drills that left you with nothing but illness. That’s why he despised such training—what was the point of mindless torment with no lasting benefit?
‘That no-sleep-for-seven-days drill was truly the worst.’
That damned battalion commander would secretly sneak off to the BOQ (Bachelor Officers’ Quarters) to sleep while they were kept awake all night.
...In short, he was saying that he despised irrational training that only left you sick.
Training should at least leave you with something. Even if it was just learning a skill that could be useful in the future.