“New guy, watch him well. There’s no one in the battalion, heck, the entire brigade who can install a 992^[1] faster than him,” Hyungseok said to the private who had been here for less than a week.

The way the new recruit sat upright so tensely and had a nervous expression reminded him of when he was a private, making him laugh.

“Corporal Yoon Hyungseok, we got mastar^[2].”

“Aren’t there any other flavors?”

“Corporal Park Taein told me that this was it.”

“Damn the Supply department. I know there’s more in the warehouse. Anyway, thanks.”

The private first class holding a box of canned drinks walked over to the other platoon members. Hyungseok gave his drink to the private next to him.

“You can have it.”

“Thank you.”

He saw the private holding still while grabbing the can with both hands. This guy had just adapted to the air in the base, so he should be acting carefully about everything he did. As Hyungseok had to sleep while wearing a gas mask after coughing once, Hyungseok could understand how he felt. The military drove people to become introverted, passive, and inefficient fast. The reason why the higher-ranking soldiers looked slow was not because they had become lazy but because they were enlightened on the aesthetics of effi...