Encounter at Kakariko Bridge

Waking of Saturday, MARCH FOURTH, 2017 ~ 12

Encounter at Kakariko Bridge

There was one other thing Impa had told me about the calamity.

There had been some, indeed there still were some, who had fled, deserting over to Ganon’s side. They called themselves the Yiga Clan.

She warned me to take care on my travels, for they might come after me with whatever devious, underhanded methods they could devise. For the Yiga Clan’s aim was to bring down the one that most threatened their dark lord Ganon—the Hero of Legend.

Me.

After coming down the mountainside where I’d met Mr. Hestu, I’d thought it was just another friendly cinematic ensuing. There was a man, in the mountainshade just north of Kakariko Bridge. He waved me down from a great distance.

I’m not sure if there would have been a way to avoid this, come to think of it.

Every person I’d talked to in this game so far had had his name displayed at the top left of his speech-boxes. But this person was just called “Traveler”.

Oh, would he introduce himself to me? Was this a sidequest?

He brought up the Yiga Clan.

Yiga Clan? I asked.

He told me their aims. He asked if I wanted to join.

I said No.

When was the turn....?

When did he suddenly look at me hard, and say....

“I will take your life!”

And his disguise fell away—was he even human still? His form became tall, lanky, lithe and deadly. His face was masked in a red design on white, and he carried a viciously carved blade.

I was in a battle for my life—he was so fast—he was hard to reach—he kept leaping out of range—running at me—striking me—disappearing and reappearing right overhead to cut me—

But I took his life first.

I panted in the shade of the mountain, and saw movement to my left.

“Brokka?” I called.

She was walking slowly down the stone steps of Kakariko Bridge, onto the dirt road.

I guess she hadn’t seen.

I greeted her when she came close, and we talked about ore, but....

That Yiga Clansman.... it had been so vicious....

I didn’t think they would be after me so soon....

So they knew who I was.... maybe knew my face....

I whistled for Brown to come from where I had left him further up the incline, and mounted up.