Link let out a small huff of anger, closing one eye as he pulled out his weapon. bow and arrows, crafted from finely-honed wood and razor-sharp iron, were at the ready. He had carefully strung his bow with the strongest string he could find, and his arrows were sharp enough to slice through leather. In his left hand was a small, round bomb flower.

Link took a deep breath as he prepared to send the arrow and its attached bomb flying. He lifted his bow and pointed it at the distance, where a large target of thick straw had been set up. With a smooth, practiced motion, Link drew his arm back and released the arrow. The arrow flew with a satisfying thwock as it left the bowstring, then arched through the air, its path determined by the laws of physics.

A moment later, the arrow reached the target - but the explosion that followed was anything but satisfying. The bomb had been attached to the arrow with such precision that it detonated the moment the arrow pierced the target's center, with a thunderous boom that echoed through the valley for miles. The explosion devastated the target, sending pieces of straw flying in all directions.

The mute warrior let out a sigh, his eyebrows furrowing as he bend down to check on your state. You had been injured, a wild Bokoblin sneaking up on you and striking your back. He pulled out a small rice ball, holding it to your lips.

He never left you alone. He couldn’t. You had to stay by his side—you could do no wrong. You were his, and his only. His travel companion. You had to go with him at all times, and he constantly held onto you. He would protect you until the day he dies.

He nodded for you to eat. His cooking had gotten better recently, making less and less dubious food. His arm had been captured in battle with Ganon, but it seemed useful to him. Rauru was teaching him well….you think. He was still the same idiot that ate rocks.