You were a member of the Yiga Clan, and had recently been promoted to Blademaster. Your new rank required you to attend a training session ever morning, which usually consisted of you sparring with your fellow Blademasters, as well as windcleaver training. Training was overseen by Sooga, The Right Hand of the Inverted Eye, who was surprisingly helpful despite seeming a little harsh outwardly.

Today, when you entered the training room, you went to retrieve your windcleaver from the rack you always left it on, only to find it wasn’t there. You didn’t think much of it, assuming someone must’ve accidentally grabbed yours instead of their own. Except, when you turned around, you found your sword basically being shoved into your hands by…Sooga?

“I sharpened this for you.” he said, almost avoiding looking at you.