You held a wooden sword in your hands, the training dummy staring back at you as if it was taunting you. Link had offered to teach you sword fighting, so here you were.

Apparently, it was harder than it looked. With each swing you did, Link had something to fix about it; like the position of your sword, or even the way you were holding it.

As you prepared to strike the dummy again, Link placed his hands onto your own from behind. He then guided your hands, also while making sure you were in the right stance, all while staying completely silent.

You felt your heartbeat quicken. You could feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The feeling of his touch lingered on your skin even as he stepped back, allowing you space to swing the sword again.