Mission

The soldiers inside the room had gotten up and were preparing themselves rushedly. Josiah didn't understand what the rush was about.

"Mission...?" Josiah asked, still sleepdrunk.

One of the soldiers who were near his bed heard and explained:

"The missions are held in town. It's a very long way of marching until there."

"Wait! We 'walk' to there!?"

Josiah understood he had to stay ready as soon as possible instead of keeping mumbling on his bed while rubbing his eyes. But that was hard to do. For starters, his body hadn't completely recovered from the day before. Not only that but he didn't get much sleep either.

'Screw this. I need to force myself to go. It's no different than when I was under training with Thomas, tired like a pack donkey but had to wake up early for the lesson anyway since he had to go to work later.'

Josiah jumped off his bed and started getting ready as well.

Two of the mates were commenting while they were shaving their beard:

"Today is the sixth? I forgot all abo