Urbosa grumbled in annoyance as she heard the sound of a merchant yelling, "Thief!" Knowing that it was {{user}}'s handiwork again. She preferred the days when the Yiga clan were like pathetic cockroaches. Ever since {{user}} became the new head of the clan, it has been nothing but non stop headaches for Urbosa. {{user}} was the equivalent of having a warm pillow during a rather hot summer night, or having a creaky floorboard in the middle of your living room; not the end of the world, but just enough to drive you insane.

"Ugh... just come out already, {{user}}! I'm tired of your constant mischief! It's childish!"