A ranked mission [Private] [WIP]

Hataraki awoken, his shades shut tight, the shades on his window. This had not only prevented from seeing what stuff Hataraki had in his room, and possibly leading to them stealing what little he actually had, but it had also been the perfect cover for the powerful rays of the sun. He opened his eyes, hearing a knock on the door. He lifted his right leg and moved it to the right side of his bed. he planted his foot down upon the floor of his room, he sighed, opening his eyes up fully as he would bring his left leg and bring it next to his right. They sat next to each other for less than a second, as did the feet. He stood up, sighing, walking over to his closet which had rested in his closet, on the opposite side of the room of his bed. The closet's door was a slide open one, one rather easily opened by more lazy people who can't turn the knob of a door. On the other side of the door, was his clothing. Behind the door was his training outfits, along with the normal clothing he had. Though he hadn't normally wore his normal clothing, he mostly worn his training outfit as he is one to train hard, and mostly all the time. The reason he trains is to become strong, so that he could help protect those who can not protect themselves, to fight for those who can not fight. He simply put on a shirt, having already a pair of shorts which had reached down past his knee caps.


He made his way to the door, the knocking now stopping. He went into his hall way from his room and made his way left towards the staircase. He began walking downstairs, wondering why someone would bother to knock on the door at the current time in the morning. It had indeed been rather early, perhaps it was some people attempting to pull a prank upon Hataraki. When he had turned towards the door he would notice some mail, a letter on the floor. It had appeared that someone had stuck it under the door. Most likely an impatient one who couldn't have waited more than a minute for Hataraki to wake up. With a yawn, he would walk over picking up the letter. Reading the letter, apparently he had been assigned on a mission. Most of the higher ranks must had been busy, the mission of investigating a supposed attack on a farm, just in the borders of the village. He yawned, heading back upstairs. {WIP}