One of the mysteries of the known universe had to be how the clock in the Korean Ministry of National Defense worked. Its second hand would move excruciatingly slowly to those waiting impatiently for the time to pass. However, it tended to tick by surprisingly quickly for those who had forgotten about where they were and how long they had been there.

As an example, Kang Jin-Ho was already a corporal. His days as a private 1st class seemed like only yesterday, but here he was, already a corporal. Time seemed to flow fast for him.

Unsurprisingly, though, Kang Jin-Ho's daily routine hadn't changed much even after becoming a corporal. However, the same couldn't be said for the people around him.

“Jang Jae-Hwan,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

“Private 1st Class Jang Jae-Hwan, sir!”

“The laundry isn't finished yet.”

“S-sir! It's being dried as we speak!”

“The laundry should have been done yesterday, Private Jang. So, why is it being dried today?”

“...Sir, I'll reflect on my error.”

“Mm? I only asked you why you had to delay yesterday's job to today, that's all.”

“T-that is...”

Kang Jin-Ho cocked an eyebrow. “Have you not understood my question, Private?”

“I'm sorry, sir!” Jang Jae-Hwan bowed deeply as a flood of cold sweat broke on his skin.

Seong Tae-Ho couldn't watch this anymore and quickly intervened. “Aigoo, Jin-Ho!”

“Corporal Kang Jin-Ho, sir.”

“Stop killing these kids, will ya?! They might really desert at this rate!”

Kang Jin-Ho tilted his head in confusion. “But, sir? I was only asking him a question.”

Seong Tae-Ho could only spit one lengthy groan after...