On the outskirts of the Gerudo Desert, within the Karusa Desert, the infamous Yiga Hideout stood, baring it's disgraceful insignia on it's banners. Where foot-soldiers hid themselves, a faint cry was heard near the entrance of the cave. An assassin came by to see where it was coming from, only to find a small, blonde-haired infant crying on the ground, wrapping in a withered blanket. Surprised at first, the soldiers had put away their weapon and lift the child up to get a better look at it...

Solider:"A child? What would a child be doing-"

It was then that the soldier had noticed a body near where the baby was. It was a women, and she lied on the floor where the back of her body was fulled with arrows and dark red puddle surrounded her...

Soldier:"Hmph. How disappointing. What am I to do with this?"

Soldier 2:"Hey, you there! You are out of your station. What are you doing?"

Soldier:"This woman...she must've been taken out by our men. She left this child here."

Solider 2:"Hmm...what are we to do with it?"

Soldier:"I wish I knew."

Blademaster:"Perhaps, I may know."

Soldier 2:"Sir, do you have any thoughts on this?"

Blademaster:"There has been a shortage of new blood to our clan lately. Perhaps our master would be willing to welcome this child as our own."

Soldier:"Are you so certain? This is merely a baby."

As the soldiers disgust on what they should do, the baby merely looked at them in confusion. The look of their attire and masks was enough to have the child frightened, and it soon began to cry again...

Soldier 2:"Annoying little brat! Let's just put it out of it's misery!"

Blademaster:"Stop! This child...there is something special about it. Should we take it in...would it be of greater value to us in the future."

The soldiers looked at themselves in confusion, but having looked at the child once more, they were starting to consider it. 10 years later, the baby was now a young child, a trainee amongst great assassins. Through the years, they didn't really take too kindly to the boy, nor were they at merciful to the child because he was a child. Training the kid, they treated him with minimal remorse, hoping to shape him into one of the greatest of their assassins. Assassins kept their alias hidden, and since they didn't know the child's name, what came to them was...Link. During one of his training sessions...

Link:"Not that I don't enjoy blocking punches 600 hundred times, but...when do I get a weapon?"

Soldier:"Ah, but child, you already possess one of the greatest of weapons, your mind."

Link:"When have you ever seen someone fight someone else with their mind?"

Soldier:"...Good point. Let's find you a weapon kid."

Despite the fact that he's treated like dirt, Link fits in just fine with the clan, having the skin tight uniform. Though, the atmosphere is a bit dark, he's used to it. The boy was taken to a table, where an assortment of weapons had been laid down in front of him. Most of them were merely the same, Vicious Sickles, Demon Carvers, Duplex Bows, all weapons befitting the ranking of a Yiga Foot-soldier, but none that really stood out to Link. All except one he ignored, for it was a weapon that he seemed like he could handle and grow into. A ninjato, a ninja short sword, a weapon for the ranking of a Shinobi Ninja, something that Link felt that he could surely work with...

Soldier:"You sure you want that old thing? It's hasn't been used in a long while."

Link:"...I think I can work with it."

Soldier:"Hmph, show me then."

Having gotten his new weapon, Link was almost instantly challenged to see how he could fight with one. It was nothing too easy, it was hard and nearly brutal for the ten year old. But, for the next...seven years, it built character for him. At the age of seventeen, Link had grown to become one of the most powerful warriors in the clan, worthy their mask with pride. With this said, Link was given his first official orders as the newest member of the Yiga clan...

"Find the Princess of Hyrule...and destroy her."

Link:"...Consider it done."