[center][h1][color=00BFFF]Link[/color][/h1][/center]

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As Youmu began to flip through the pages of the journal, Link internally sighed to himself before walking over to read over her shoulder. It was a tad...odd or rude of a thing, but with Youmu holding the book up it made him less intrusive than he could have been by far at least. Yet at the same time he wanted to read what had happened as well, since the swordswoman hadn't been showing them anything yet. There was a certain thing about journals that just seemed to make him want to read their contents, much to the Princess' awkwardness when he'd said he went and read her old diary in the castle. Though to be fair, he had been forced to hide there to avoid a guardian that had been flying about! 

However, what lied in those accursed pages struck the Hylian boy in a very notable manner. 

Many might have forgotten back in Hyrule, forgotten that it wasn't just monsters that slew people in the night and could do evil deeds. The Gerudo surely hadn't forgotten the dangers of the Yiga Clan...or been allowed to. But even the Yiga hadn't gone around doing what seemed to come out of the journal's pages. People used as food, children sacrificed, crews slaughtered...it only made the hero's grip tighten on the hilt of his sword and the grip of his shield. His knuckles could be seen visibly turning white, his brows furrowing, and when Youmu finally spoke up again with disgust in her voice the Hylian merely stood with an aura of sober personal silence. 

What this man had done paled to what Calamity Ganon had wrought, but all the same it was vile to the very core. The mere thought about those who had suffered...that alone was enough to push him to action. Though admittedly, rushing off alone would not be a good idea. 

[color=00BFFF]"...We should perhaps split up into 2 teams to start tackling things,"[/color] the Hero of the Wild finally said with a sober tone, letting out a a somewhat melancholy sigh before turning his back to the others...as if to hide any potential showing of emotion to them. Or perhaps it was to hide him from their rage, for fear of falling prey to the burning hatred that had once corrupted his own homeland?