Kang Jin-Ho's military life was basically the same as before. Seriously, there was no difference whatsoever.

“Morning! Rise up, everyone!”

The morning bugle call rang out in the base. Kang Jin-Ho sat up ninety degrees the moment he heard the call, and in less than thirty seconds, he packed his bedding up and began changing into his uniform. Even though his motions didn't look rushed, he was still gobsmackingly fast.

As a matter of fact, Kang Jin-Ho was so fast that he was already finished tying the laces of his combat boots before his seniors could even put on their uniforms. Rather than wait around and do nothing, he moved on to the next available task, which was to tidy up the rows of boots messily discarded the night before.

One of the corporals in charge yelled, “Hey, you lot! Get your sh*t together and hurry up!”

Thanks to Kang Jin-Ho's antics, the squad members on the opposite side of Kang Jin-Ho's spot felt like they had stepped on a dog’s turd.

'Urgh, that son of a gun! Give it a rest already!'

'Duuuude, are you a machine or what?'

'And it was so peaceful with that brat away on leave, too!'

It was inevitable that one would be compared to a person moving at the proverbial speed of light right next to them. The sergeants still showed no signs of waking up just yet, which was great. However, the corporals were up and moving about already, and they weren’t pleased by their junior squad members being only half as quick as Kang Jin-Ho. They expressed their displeasure by putting said juniors through a wringer.

“I said, hurry the hell up!”

“Can't you see how Jin-Ho does it?!”

Of course, the juniors could see. That was the problem in and of itself.

After a round of commotion passed by, the next item on the soldiers' schedule was to...