Kal’s never seen the Yiga Clan for himself, but he’s certainly heard the stories.
Traitors. Servants of Calamity.
Using the old ways of their ancient ancestors for selfish and impure ends.
The mask is what he notices first – and it causes him to stumble to an abrupt halt, shoes skidding upon the damp ground.
Heart pounding away in his chest, the young man cannot help but stare, eyes wide with fear as he fights to get some breath back into his burning lungs. All he sees is a distasteful mockery of the Sheikah eye ( such a precious symbol to his people! ) upturned and put upon the faces of even their lowly footsoldiers.
Is this the last thing he’ll ever see?
How cruel, to be slain so close to home – and yet too far to cry for help!
It goes without saying that the last thing he expects is the vegetable that’s thrown his way.
Confused, he catches the mushroom between both hands as it bounces off of his chest.
He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but he wants it to end as quickly as possible.
…Or maybe he doesn’t. He is not terribly keen to rush to his death, after all, and seeks to keep this guy talking long enough to find a way out of this.
“Well, um– It’s a Silent Shroom, to be exact.”
It tastes pretty good – alongside the benefits it offers.
But that’s not important right now. What matters is getting out of here in one whole piece – and warning the others of the Yiga presence so close to their village.
“…Are you going to hurt me?”
Ah, yes. The clarification of what kind of mushroom was just what the Yiga needed! Except, no. No it wasn’t.
❛ I KNOW. ❜ Perhaps, just perhaps, he shouldn’t be so loud so much closer to the gate.
❛ I thought this would have something VALUABLE in it. But instead there’s just these ! ❜ The question of violence is glazed over. Untouched. Possibly not even registered in his mind. A handful of the Silent Shrooms are taken out, vigorously shook at the Sheikah as he advanced with quick paces.
That fistful is tossed, directly into the Sheikah’s face. Bento box forgotten, it drops from the Yiga’s hand while a quick once over for anything of REAL value is looked for on the other’s person. A small circle made, swiftly in inspection, around the him.
Trouble sets in once Celki makes it all the way around and. . . a better look at the other’s face is obtained.
Silent Shroom? Silent Yiga.
It’s an unsettling silence, likely just as much for the Hylia praising faithful as it is for the Yiga. But seconds tick by without any more angry words. Hazed frustration slowly clears, realizations start to pile up in it’s place, a step back is taken. Then another.
That’s when the bomb arrow━( the distraction HE was supposed to set off for the group )━explodes in the distance. A shroom of reddened smoke climbing into the night sky.
For a split second, Celki stares at the cloud. But he’s quick to lock attention back on the Sheikah, a finger pointed silently before the same hand fists at his side. And just like that, the Yiga turns to book it himself. Only disappearing completely in a smaller cloud of smoke a moment later !!