The man must be something special, Link thought. He certainly looked the part.
❝What kind of warrior are you? —Sheikah?❞
❝ a what? ❞
inconceivably weird do these worlds that he stumbles upon get ; ears seemingly strained into the appearance of a mythological race, attire sported the hue of a batch of crisp, lush blades of grass and the only word that appears in bold font within his mind is: