After the fight against the Blight, the members of the Company decided to sleep. Once more, Link dreamt of being in Hyrule Castle with Zelda.

"Zelda," Link began. "I freed the Divine Beasts. I got the Master Sword back. I could try to defeat Ganon now. But we're only going to have one shot at this, and I think I should tip the scales in our favor as much as I can. But I don't want to wait too long and let Ganon escape. How much longer can you keep Ganon contained? When do we have to attack?"

"Ninety days," Zelda answered. "I can hold Ganon for ninety days."

"Then I'll destroy Ganon by then," Link said.

The next afternoon, Urbosa had started training Riju and Ingrid. Riju was practicing using her lightning without the Thunder Helm.

"You're doing quite well," Urbosa said. "In fact, I think you're ready to stop using the Thunder Helm."

"You think so?" Riju asked.

"I do," Urbosa said. She then regarded Ingrid. "You have an interesting swordfighting style. It isn't much reminiscent of any style I've seen."

"It's partially inspired by the style used by the Falcon Knights of my homeland," Ingrid said. "Even though I don't have a pegasus—a flying horse, that is—there are basic similarities. Use of light equipment for better mobility, a focus on a hand-and-a-half sword for longer reach while still using a shield to maintain a proper defense, and a focus on trying to stay out of my opponent's ideal range, either being too close or too far away depending on their weapons."

"Impressive," Urbosa said. "Though it's not a style that has a true analogue in Hyrule."

Ingrid shook her head. "I've added bits of the local forms, but in the end, I am a warrior of Faerghus, not Hyrule. Whether or not I ever return to my homeland, that fact will not change."

"I see," Urbosa said. "You evidently take much pride in your heritage."

"Faerghus is hardly an ideal nation, but it's my nation," Ingrid said. "If I cannot fight for it directly, I will at least bear it with me."

"I understand that," Urbosa said. She considered Ingrid further. "Your fighting form is different from mine, but I may be able to help you improve it anyway. But we can address that later. I actually wanted to know if you would also like to use my gift."

"Your lightning?" Ingrid asked.

"Yes, that's right," Urbosa said. "I'm sure you can adapt it into your fighting style. But I will warn you. The storm is a harsh mistress. My family's Fury is far more dangerous to its wielder than the other Champions' gifts."

"If it will enable me to protect my friends and the innocent more effectively, I'm willing to take the risk," Ingrid said.

Urbosa smiled. "Bold. I like that. Then let's get started."

Teba fired three arrows at Cyril. While Cyril was holding up a shield in their path, he didn't end up needing it; all three arrows were deflected by the winds before they could hit him.

"Getting better," Revali commented. "You learn quickly. Of course, I'm sure it's largely because of my excellent instruction."

"Nah, I've always picked things up quick," Cyril said. "This wind magic is a bit finicky, but I practice a lot."

"Well, if nothing else, no one could ever accuse you of being lazy," Revali agreed.

"I made a promise to be the best knight I can be," Cyril said. "I can't do that by slackin' off."

"That's a good attitude to have," Teba commended.

Revali seemed to frown slightly. "Perhaps, but to use my Gale most effectively, you shouldn't feel as if you're forcing it. It should feel natural, as natural as breathing."

"And if it doesn't, the only way to make it do is to practice until it does," Cyril said.

"Fair enough," Revali said. "Focus on how it feels to bend the air currents. Take your bow. Put a strong wind behind your shot."

Cyril took his bow—once Teba's bow, which Teba had given to him after Revali had given Teba his bow—and, focusing on nothing but the feeling of bending the air currents (Revali had impressed on him that he was bending them, not creating them), he fired an arrow.

On Vah Rudania, Caspar and Yunobo practiced their use of Daruk's Protection against each other's attacks, while Daruk and Linhardt watched. Yunobo's Protection spell suddenly developed spikes and started spinning, as if to grind down Caspar's.

Caspar backed off. "You can change your Protection spell's shape?"

"Yeah!" Yunobo said. "I figured this out two days ago."

"So, can I change the shape of mine?" Caspar asked Daruk.

"I don't see why not," Daruk said.

Caspar thought for a moment, before addressing Yunobo. "Hit me."

Yunobo tried punching Caspar, and Caspar used his Protection spell to block the punch. However, instead of creating the entire sphere around him, he only created a few fractals that formed a surface just big enough to block Yunobo's fist.

"Well, I think that saved energy, at least," Caspar said.

"I wouldn't trust that to take a hit from a Talus, but it could probably help you fight Lizalfos for longer," Daruk agreed.

Caspar blocked another hit from Yunobo, but afterwards he launched the fractals out at Yunobo, impacting on the young Goron and pushing him back several steps.

"Maybe I can..." Caspar created another protection spell, this one in the shape of a bulky suit of Great Knight armor over his Zonai barbarian armor.

"That's interesting," Daruk said. "But I can't see how it would be more useful than the sphere. It's probably less protective."

"You might be right," Caspar said.

"I have an idea," Linhardt said. "Caspar, can you make the fractals smaller?"

Caspar did so, creating a shield-sized Protection spell made up of fractals the size of salt crystals.

"Now launch it like you did the other one, but with the fractals separating as you do," Linhardt said. Caspar did exactly that, and the spell shattered Yunobo's Protection spell.

"That's brilliant!" Yunobo said. "It's like...a magic Fragmentation bomb!"

"Yeah...I can see this being useful," Caspar said.

In Vah Ruta, Marianne and Mipha were practicing their magic. "I actually had a theory," Marianne said. "I have been using your Grace to empower my own healing spells, making them far more effective than they would otherwise be. But what if I were to use it to empower other Faith magic?"

"What do you mean?" Mipha asked.

"Aura, for instance, is a purely offensive spell," Marianne said. "What if I were to empower it with your Grace?"

"Let's find out," Mipha said. "Test it on me. It shouldn't actively harm me, given that I'm a ghost, but I should be able to judge how powerful it is."

After Marianne tested the spell on her, she considered the attack. "I think you did boost your spell's power."

"Not just that," Marianne said. "I think my Aura spell had an energy-draining effect, similar to Nosferatu. Could I try that spell?"

"Be my guest," Mipha said, and Marianne did so.

"I think my supercharged Nosferatu spell may have been a perfect transfer of energy," Marianne concluded.

"Is that...not normal?" Mipha asked.

"No. When I normally use Nosferatu, only about a tenth of the energy actually reaches me," Marianne said.

"Interesting," Mipha said. "It seems my Grace is of great benefit to you."

"You chose to give me your gift," Marianne said. "I won't waste it."

"I was sure you wouldn't," Mipha said with a smile.