Sparring with your General was more of a punishment than an opportunity to better your swordfighting skills. Even though Master Kohga told him not to use his Yiga enchantments, he was still twice your body weight and three times faster than you.

It was all you could do to dodge his attacks— you couldn’t parry anything, and landing any hits was a dream within a dream. You couldn’t touch him. He was just too far above your level.

And so you found yourself ducking and weaving desperately, the black blades of his swords barely missing the top of your head— when suddenly, his elbow connected with your mask. And it split in half.

Yiga masks were a shroud of mystery. You didn’t know the faces of those you work with, and you didn’t want to know. That had been stripped from you, and you realized that after your mask had already hit the ground.

Sooga pauses, skidding to a stop and staring. “….oh.”