“Holy cow! I can't do this anymore...!”

“Were they trying to kill us or something? I thought I was gonna throw up in the middle!”

“I did throw up, though...”

The living quarters were filled with simmering heat and the unhappy grumblings of the recruits returning from the hellish march.

“Urgh... Ouch...”

Every recruit taking off their socks grunted and cried out in pain. Sickly puss oozing from the blisters on their feet had smeared all over the socks and solidified. Trying to peel that off was as painful as tearing off one’s own skin.

“Whoever said the march was doable, I'm gonna find 'em and give 'em a piece of my mind!”

“I thought I was gonna collapse, dude!”

BANG!

All of a sudden, the entrance was roughly shoved open, and Ju Yeong-Gi's limping figure entered the living quarters.

“Yeong-Gi, you sure worked hard, man.”

“Sheesh, you actually finished the march, Yeong-Gi.”

Ju Yeong-Gi replied proudly, his brows quivering, “Of course. A man has his pride, after all.”

He then glanced around the living quarters and noticed all the empty spots. He snorted derisively. “This is a matter of your willpower, know what I mean?! Willpower, I say! You're all men, so how can you pass out from something like that! You guys are all freakin’ useless!”

Ju Yeong-Gi's hot-air-filled boasting induced a chorus of laughter from the tired recruits. They already knew Ju Yeong-Gi had probably had the most torrid time out of everyone during the march. Hadn’t he made all those 'memorable' crumpled expressions?

“Get out of the way.” Kang Jin-Ho stepped inside and lightly patted Ju Yeong-Gi's heavy backpack, causing Recruit No.99 to topple over ungainly.

Ju Yeong-Gi yelled in pain, "Hey! I told you, my feet are hurting like a b*tch! Stop hitting me!"

“I said, get out of the...