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It wasn’t uncommon to hear the clang of metal echoing through the forest at dusk. The Sheikah preferred to train their young one’s in the shadows away from the prying eyes of Hylians. Impa’s family was no exception. They had trained their daughter in the shadows and ingrained it in her that it was the Sheikah’s job to serve the Royal Family. Today was special though as it was the first extermination mission she’d be completely on her own. Naturally her parents were apprehensive, but this was a right of passage for the Sheikah who would go on to serve the Royal Family. If they could not defeat a few measly monsters in the forest, they could never hope to guard the King and Queen from potential assassins.Her crimson gaze flitted to a nearby tree as a familiar screech shattered the quiet of the forest. Bokoblins, of course it would be Bokoblins. Impa was still a child, they wouldn’t send her off to fight anything overly difficult. No sooner had she finished assessing the situation did one of the ogre’s run out from behind the tree and charge at her with it’s cleaver.“If you think that’s going to work then you’re mistaken!” The young Sheikah cried and swung her sword to block the attack. The force of the impact knocked the Bokoblin back and Impa swiftly went in for the kill. Her sword sliced through the monster’s flesh like butter and the creature let out a hoarse cry before crumpling to the ground. It seemed the screech had been a cry for help as 3 more appeared to take the dead Bokoblin’s place. Impa dispatched the monsters one by one, but it seemed that with each dying screech the dispatched monsters let out several more would take their place. What had been one became three, and what had been 3 became 9 and what had become 9 became 15.“At this rate I’m going to have the entire forest cleared out…” Impa thought after dispatching number… well, she didn’t even know. All she knew is she was exhausted after fighting a small horde of Bokoblins. She’d some how managed to survive the ordeal and leave the forest alive. No sooner had she left the forest did her mother come running down the path and pull her into an embrace, “I’m so proud of you!” Impa’s mother said although Impa could hear the relief in her voice. Impa’s mother may have trained her hard, but she’d always doted on her young daughter.“You do know what this means, right?” Impa’s father said and a proud smile tugged at his lips, “It means you have finally earned your tattoo!” Impa couldn’t help but feel happy hearing those words. Tattoo’s were another right of passage among warrior Sheikah as it was customary for young warriors who had proven themselves to have some part of themselves tattooed. Impa was happy. The tattoo was a literal recognition of her capability as a warrior by her tribe and was one of the happiest moments of her childhood.