Chapter 4: Beauty of Steel

Long, slender digits passed through the tufts of blonde hair that hung from his head. The hair was now being matted down by the green cap upon his head, the same style of attire that was donned on the rest of his body.

"Ok, so let me get this straight. The world is going to shit and everyone is too much of a pussy to do anything. That's where I come in, huh?"

The princess' look stayed as a steely glare that never once faltered from its target.

"To put it blunt, yes. We need your help, you are the only person in all of Hyrule who has ever been able to stand up to Ganon and his minions and now something even worse."

Link merely scoffed at the woman; his smirking face only seemed to rile the princess up more.

"Look, what kind of rewards would I even get from doing such a things? From what I hear, I don't get squat."

He seemed to have struck another cord as Zelda literally started to shake with anger, suddenly taking a deep breath to calm her as she straightened out the dress she wore.

"We will discuss methods of payment after you accomplish the tasks set before you."

"You know what princess, you might just have yourself a deal."

"My name is Zelda."

"Whatever."

She resumed her rather unkind stare as Link turned around and strolled on towards the exit of the garden.

A figure emerged from the shadows, a cloak covering the person's face. "What have you learned from him?"

Zelda's look turned solemn as she didn't even bother to look at the hooded figure. "We didn't wipe all the evil, he still possesses some in the form of that cocky attitude."

The hooded figure nodded, slightly disgruntled from the information.

"I suppose that is better than having him destroying our cities."

Zelda's look turned to a new look, one of a flirty nature. "Although, it does make him rather charming…"

"Mind on your work, Zelda."

"Yes, yes I understand." Although, she could not wipe the sexy smile off her face as she replayed the encounter with the fabled 'Hero of Time' in her mind a few times.

Link pushed through the bustling through the bustling crowds as he walked through the town. If he really had to save their lives they should at least step aside for him. Another thing kept irking him, some people would stare at him their jaws dropping in utter disbelief as if they had just seen some character from a story book emerge in front of their eyes.

His eyes gleamed with a satisfaction as he had found what he searched for, a shop with a great sword painted across the sign with the words 'Blacksmith' painted across the shining blade.

"This is what I need."

Pushing open the doors, he entered the dank room and quickly sweep the area with his cold eyes. "I need a sword, can you give me one or not?"

The man behind the counter sputtered the coffee he was drinking, running frightened to the man at the door who towered at least a foot over the short and fat man. "Why yes, we have a very wide range of blades varying in length and ability-"

"Get one, about two and a half feet long. Light weight and perfectly sharpened."

"Y-Yes sir!" The man scurried off like a small rat, retrieving a blade that looked oddly familiar. "This blade is a replica, designed to look like the legendary 'Master Sword'. I am sure you will find it fits your needs perfectly."

"Thanks." He dumped the contents of his rupee bag onto the counter as he headed for the door. "I don't care if its too little or too much, I'm taking the sword." And without giving the man time for another word he was out the door and securing the blade to his back.

"Alright, its time to show these people what I'm made of!"