Training Camp entrance.
A man in casual clothes and a baseball cap sneaked through the gate. He warily scanned his surroundings, silently pulled his mask higher, and completely covered his face.
"Who are you?" the instructor stationed at the gate asked suspiciously.
The man took an ID from his pocket and handed it to the instructor. Pulling down one corner of his mask, he whispered:
"It's me!"
"Old Gu?" The instructor's eyes widened. "Why are you... dressed like this?"
Instructor Gu sighed. Two months apart had left his face haggard and worn.
"I stayed in the hospital for a while. I came back to get some things, but the doctor told me it would be best not to see people directly connected to my condition... Anyway, it'd be best if nobody recognized me."
"I see..." The instructor nodded. "Go on in, then. Leave as soon as you've got your things. Those recruits should be eating in the cafeteria right now, so just take the long way around."
"All right."
Instructor Gu nodded, covered his face again, and dashed toward the instructors' dormitory area like a gust of wind.
Just as the instructor at the gate had said, nearly all the recruits were eating in the cafeteria right now. There was hardly anyone around the Training Camp, and the occasional recruit who passed by was not someone Instructor Gu wanted to avoid.
But...
He felt that the few recruits passing by were looking at him strangely.
Instructor Gu shook his head, deciding he was overthinking it. He was wrapped up like this—how many people could possibly recognize him? Even if they did, it probably wouldn't be a big deal...
"Instructor Gu is back!!!!"
After carefully studying Instructor Gu for a long while, one recruit took a deep breath and shouted at