You Expect Me to Stop That?

The second week of boot camp. The grueling morning training had ended.

"Ugh, I feel like I'm gonna die..."

Trainee No. 33, Park Daegil, felt as though he might die, his entire body covered in bruises. He trudged off to eat his sugar-water lunch when an irritated voice called from behind him.

"Could you hurry up?"

"What'd you say, you little shit?"

Park Daegil snapped back over something trivial.

The trainees had been beating the hell out of one another for days, and they had built up plenty of resentment toward each other. No matter how quickly they healed, it was hard to develop warm feelings while swinging their fists at one another.

"Wanna die, asshole?!"

"Try killing me, fucker!"

The situation was so tense that they looked ready to clash at any moment. Then a cold mechanical voice sounded, and the trainees stiffened...