Ghosting (reader x BOTW)

Chapter 3: training

Impa's expression hardens "Before you start your journey, you must understand that you may not make it out of this alive. Five of the best trained warriors in our kingdom were slaughtered in the first few hours, do you truely believe you can survive?"

You swallow, the weight of all this finally setting in. You let out a breath and nod. "Yes ma'am." You look her dead in the eye, you're determined to do this. It's too late to go back anyways. "So be it. Should you perish, is there anyone you'd like us to inform?" She asks, a somber look on her face. The thought was morbid, but understandable. All you can do is hope it doesn't come to that.

"I'd like you to inform my mother, Eria L/n in Lurelin village." You tell her. She nods. "And might I ask how old you are?" She questions.
"I'm __, lady Impa." You respond. She hums. "I see. One of the champions was a similar age." She mentions, seemingly getting lost in her own memories. You can't help but feel bad for her. This entire time, she was waiting for the hylian champion to return. To figure out he's been dead this whole time... let alone from a stranger.

She shakes her head and sighs, head down. "To defeat calamity Ganon, you will need to free the four divine beasts. They will be crucial in the taking of hyrule castle. It will be difficult, as they have been under the calamity's control for the last one hundred years, but not impossible." She tells you.

Your eyes bulge "Those big ol' things that stalk around the corners of Hyrule? How do I do that?" You blurted out. But really, how on earth were you supposed to do that? Impa gives a half laugh "Get onto the beast, defeat whatever killed the past champions, and move onto the next." She responds.
"Okay... okay, sure, yeah I can... do that." Doubt fills your mind. This may be harder than you first thought. Then again, what exactly were you expecting? A quick walk in the park? This is war, and it's not going to be pleasant.

Impa hums in thought, her fingers idly tapping. "Would you... perhaps like some training in the ways of the sheikah? It may help you in your journey." She offers, a small smile on her aged face. A small gasp comes out of your lips "You'd do that?" Excitement creeps up your spine. You're always looking for a new style of fighting to learn!

"Of course. I can have one of my own guards to train you."

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You and Dorian walked out to a field together to start your training.  You don't know why the thought of training never really crossed your mind beforehand.

"Okay, first off, let's spar. Show me what you know and we can work from there." He says. You give a quick nod and pull out your sword. Theres a few cracks in it, but it should hold for a handful of battles. "Let's set some rules. Let's try not to hurt each other, obviously. The spar ends when one of us are at a point where in a real battle, we would be dead. Try not to draw blood, and be fair. Sound good?" He asks. You give a determined nod. "Yessir!"
Dorian pulls out two faithful kodachis. "Good. Start!" He calls out.

You rush towards him, sword drawn. He deflects your advances with practiced ease. He swings his kodachis down on you, but you push them away with your sword. He swings once more and you dodge out of the way; the adrenaline pumping through your veins keeps you on your toes.

There's a special art in fighting, it's a lot like dancing. One wrong move is all it takes, you must be precise with your stance, be careful where your feet land, how you hold the sword, and keep track of the other persons stance, footing and how they're holding their weapons as well. Deflect, dodge attack, deflect dodge attack. Getting into the groove of things, it's almost like a routine. But that's where you mess up. Deflect dodge, shit-! Dorian sends your sword flying with a well placed attack. You watch it spin through the air and into the ground several feet away from you.