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Link steadied his breathing, thanking all three goddesses that his clothes promoted stealth.

If he had known what the sword was, he never would have touched it.

He hadn’t expected his clan to be so upset. Yes, he was the ancient hero, but he was still their Link. Now Master Kogha himself hated him. Him specifically! He had always wanted Master Kogha to know about him. He hadn’t wanted this.

Link wished he wasn’t the ancient hero reincarnated. He had been raised to hate him, to strive to prevent his reincarnation no matter the cost. He was proud to be part of the Yiga Clan, and they were proud to have him. And now to know that not only had they failed their task, but they had raised said ancient hero!

When he had discovered he was that Link, he had felt sick. He threw up banana-filled vomit onto the floor of the hideout and swore he would never thwart Calamity Ganon, no matter what propaganda the royal family tried to feed him. He was loyal, and he would always stay true to his family and beliefs.

But the clan clearly didn’t believe him. That was the most devastating part. He had been part of the Yiga clan since they found him as a toddler. They had fed him and clothed him, kept him safe, comforted him when he had nightmares about the evil princess. And now they were out to get him.