❝ You are resisting the sword. The sword isn’t resisting you. ❞ (from link!)
Groaning in frustration, Link was already glaring down at the Master Sword. What was so Master about it anyway? It certainly made him master of self control for not kicking the damned thing.
Letting the blade go (It sat uncomfortably in his right hand), he brushed bangs out of his eyes for the umpteenth time. His gaze then traveled to his self-proclaimed teacher, “And what the hell does that mean?”












