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[Legend of Zelda] - Kintsugi Fi: the Ancient Spirit of the Master Sword (redesign)

This is part of my #dtiyschallenge event over in my Instagram (@aufigir1). If you’re interested, you can check it out here: [link]

Woah!! My first art for 2021. It has been over a year since I first drawn my Kintsugi Fi design. And since then, I have been developing her concept up and redesign her design to her present holy glowy glory form!!

She is also dubbed as ‘glowy tol sword mum’. (Thanks @df-chan​ :D) Because she has grown over the countless millennia and now literally towers over her Master, Link by the Era of the Wild. 

BONUS: The Shade, The Light and The Background 

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Link didn’t mean to slam the door in the strangers face. Well, no actually he did. He didn’t mean to be rude about it, but he definitely meant to slam the door.

It’s just…of all the ways he thought his morning would start, having green clad stranger knock on his door was not one of them. Never mind a stranger, armed to the teeth, asking him about his name of all things.

He takes a deep breath, steadying his heart rate and pushes himself away from the wooden surface behind him. Though only in his mid teens, Link likes to think he has a keen eye for trouble– Damned Goddess knows he wouldn’t have lived this long if that weren’t the case – and right now his better sense is screaming at him to walk away and ignore the shadow he can see shift awkwardly under the door gap.

But hell if he isn’t a little curious.

Link is a little dissapointed in himself with how short his internal debate lasts, before caving to his worse judgement, and with a groan he turns around and pulls the door back open.

The man is still there. Honestly, Link isn’t sure why he is suprised.

“Sorry,” he says, arms crossed and not sounding the least bit remorseful, “Can I help you with something?”

“Uh-”

The brown haired traveler blinks wide eyed, taken aback by either the curt tone, the door slam or some combination of the two. Guilt from his rudeness laces through the pit of Links stomach when it becomes clear that the stranger doesn’t know how to respond, and he drops his arms, stepping aside and gesturing for the brunet to come in.

“I was just about to start breakfast, we could discuss whatever it is you have come for over toast.”

It is by far the most uncomfortable meal Link has ever had in his life. They don’t actually do any talking, each man munching on the slightly burnt pieces of bread in total silence. His visitor spends the majority of the meal looking everywhere but at Link, eyes darting from one object to another in poorly disguised fascination before looking away as if afraid to be caught. For his part, the blonde takes the time to observe the newcomer. He can’t be much older then himself, his limbs gangly in the way of a teenager still coming into their body. With the plain green tunic over worn brown undergarments and hair that looks like it has never seen a proper haircut in it’s life, Links guest looks alarmingly…simple. If it weren’t for the arsenal of weapons piled by the door and the faint sense of magic emminating from the teen, Link would think the stranger normal.

“Thank you for the food,” the traveler says after he has finished eating, and Link is struck by the genuine gratitude over what was an admetedly poor meal.

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugs. “So what can I do for you?”

The teen shifts in his seat.

“I saw your sign out front. Is uh, is your name Link?”

The blonde nods.

“Yeah, but the shop is closed. My-” he pauses for a moment, considering how best to describe Ravio other then as a sometimes roommate, “-my business partner is out of town, and he does most of the running of the store.”

“That’s- that’s not what I wanted to ask about. I’m a little lost.” The teen admits sheepishly, “Things look familiar but I can’t quite place where I am and I was wondering if you-”

Link misses the rest of the question, mind caught on the way the other man said ‘things look familiar’. His sense of trouble is tingling again, urging him to acknowledge the growing familiarity at the situation.

“Hyrule,” he states, cutting the other off. “You are in Hyrule. Not far from the castle.”

“Oh,” the traveler deflates, and Link finds his hope for a normal morning slipping further from his grasp. With dread gnawing at his stomach, Link swallows and steels himself to ask the question he is absolutely certain he doesn’t want to know the answer to.

“What did you say your name was?”

The stranger sucks in a breath, expression pained and slowly, watching for how his host will react, responds.

“About that…”

Link doesn’t try to remain polite, and wails as his head hits the table.

Link was having a very strange day. Not the new one, the old one. The one who had a door slammed in his face. That one.

It had been a normal day, or as normal as things ever were for him, though a normal day by his standards already involved a considerable amount of hijinx and thus what most would consider to be a normal day would have been a very strange day for Link due to the uncharacteristic lack of hijinx.

She opened the door to a very particular sight. Two young men both armed to the teeth but with different mannerisms. One was dressed in green and brown and looked very relieved to see her for reasons Malon couldn’t comprehend. The other was dressed in a red, green and blue combination and had far too many rings and an odd pink streak in his hair. This man was glaring off into the middle distance muttering angrily about a door stealing his door so Malon decided to address the first stranger.   

“Good morning to you, how can I help you?”

The green clad lad rubbed the back of his head in an uncanny resemblance to her husband. A uncertain grin spread over his face and Malon internally braced herself for something out of the ordinary, she had developed something of a sixth sense for these things. (She’d have to with a significant other like hers.)

“Good morning ma’am. My name is Link and my-” he paused, as if he was uncertain in how to refer to the other as, “traveling companion and I are a bit lost.”

Malon opened the door wider for the two of them, she had a feeling they’d end up staying for longer than Link or his friend thought they might be.

“Why don’t y’all come on in and I’ll go save Link from the horses. I think y’all might have some things to discus.”

Both Malon and the younger Link jumped at the sound of a loud thump and turned in unison to see the red clad boy smacking his head on the wall of her house. The wife of Link was more than certain his name was also Link too.

It’s strange because he hasn’t decided to do anything particularly dangerous today yet.

“Link, sweetie, I think there are some people here to see you.”

He would have to be a fool to miss the confusion in her eyes.

“Do I know them?” He asked, tilting his head.

She just shook her head, and motioned for him to follow her down the steps.

Looking back he really wished he hadn’t.

Sitting at the table were three men, a blond, a brunette, and was that pink hair?

( He mentally gave them names: one-eye, freckles, and pinky)

One-eye looked wildly uncomfortable in the small bungalow. Freckles eyes darted back and forth across the walls, taking in what Link could only assume were foreign sights. Pinky just looked pissed.

Grandma broke the awkward silence.

“Well, Link,” she began, “these are our visitors who wanted to see you so badly.”

He gave a little wave, mentally kicking himself for not having a weapon on him in the presence of three heavily armed men.. “I mean, who just waltzed into a kids house unannounced with weapons like that? Link thought. ”They could be pirates, they could be servants of Gannon, and for goddesses sake who dyes their hair pink? Link figured things couldn’t get any worse from here, and hey, hospitality went a long way.

“My name is Link!” He stated brightly, trying not to look at One-Eye’s sword. “What brings you all here?”

This had apparently not been what the strangers were looking for. One-Eye closed his eye and tilted his head up to the ceiling like he was praying. Pinky on the other hand gave a large groan and slammed his head on the table over and over. Freckles gave him a sheepish look.

“Actually…” he began, in a tone that never led to anything good.

When he had finished, Link asked politely to be excused to his room. He went to his bed, picked up the fluffiest pillow he could find, and screamed into it.

He returned downstairs, a little winded.

——–

Link should have taken the day off. Dot had literally given him a reason (“Royal ball that I don’t want to go to by myself, the colors are all invited, I miss them all, etc, etc)

But Link also didn’t want to go to the party, especially not with the colors, no matter how much he enjoyed having his brothers out of his head. Too many questions and too many stares for Link’s comfort.

So he kept the shop opened and waited for customers.

Now, Link was used to strange customers at his blacksmith shop.

(There were too many questions that evolved around his adventure and whatever happened to his “brothers” and they could have sworn they heard him talking to himself in the back–)

So yes, it was odd when a group of clear warriors walked into this shop for some repairs and tune-ups on their weapons.

————–

Link took a deep breath, standing with the door open to see a group of men doing their best to all fit on his front porch.

One of them, who looked uncomfortably familiar to someone else he’d known, was talking at him, something about portals and dark magic, but he’d stopped listening the second he found out they were all named ‘Link’.

He rather unceremoniously shut the door.

There goes his day off.

~~~~~~

Link was used to portals. He has fought an entire war around, through and in between portals to different eras. Seeing a pulsing purple portal on its own wasn’t that odd, what was odd was that said portal spawned in the middle of the palace throne room, right as Link was giving his latest progress report of the Queen and General.

Link smiled to himself slowly as the purple vortex closed again, Zelda’s flinty stare daring the thing to return again for another try. 

Having a goddess incarnate for a girl-friend had it’s perks.

~~~~~~~

Link was at Lurelin Village when it happened; he’d gone to the beach-side town to collect hearty blueshell snails for his dinner.

He hadn’t been expecting the swirling vortex that appeared in the ocean’s shallows, spitting out eight people all armed with various weapons and equipment.

I keep encountering wild random shiny Croagunk in Legends.