The fog over Thunder Valley curled and danced, masking the steep ridges and jagged rocks as Luxus approached the Senju team's location. The faint hum of his electro sensing buzzed in his mind, painting a clear image of their positions despite the dense mist. Behind him, Ken and Erumi followed cautiously, their footsteps deliberately silent.
Luxus turned his head slightly, his golden hair glinting faintly in the dim light. "Stay here," he said, his deep voice commanding but calm. "Don't interfere unless I call for you."
Ken nodded, his sharp gaze assessing the surroundings. Erumi hesitated, worry flashing across her face. "Are you sure? They're Senju..."
A smirk tugged at Luxus' lips. "I'd be insulted if they weren't. Now, stay put."
Luxus stepped forward, crossing into the Senju sensor's range deliberately. Almost immediately, he felt the shift in their energy—a pulse of alertness as they registered his presence. He let them stew for a moment, his steps unhurried as he walked into their line of sight.
The three Senju operatives stood in a loose triangular formation. Their gear bore no clan markings, but Luxus' electro sensing had already told him the truth. Still, he decided to play the game.
"Well, well," Luxus drawled, his voice carrying a note of amusement. "What's this? Wandering bandits, lost in my part of town? Or maybe you're here for the sightseeing?"
The Senju exchanged quick glances, subtle shifts in their posture and muscle tension communicating their intent. Their silent coordination spoke of years of shared missions and camaraderie. Luxus caught the flicker of movement from the corner of his eye—a subtle nod from the leader.
The first Senju moved, swift and precise. He launched forward with a burst of chakra-enhanced speed, his kunai gleaming as it cut through the air. Luxus sidestepped smoothly, his body tilting just enough to let the blade pass harmlessly by.
Before the first attacker could recover, the second Senju formed a quick series of hand seals. "Water Style: Water Needle Barrage!" Thin, high-speed water needles shot toward Luxus, their trajectory unpredictable.
Luxus brought his arms up, crackling lightning enveloping his forearms. "Lightning Style: Static Barrier!" The needles hissed and evaporated as they struck the crackling shield around him.
The third Senju took advantage of the distraction, leaping into the air and forming a fireball in his hands. "Fire Style: Flame Cyclone!" The spinning vortex of fire roared down toward Luxus.
Luxus moved with a speed that belied his size, twisting his body mid-step and slamming his palm into the ground. "Earth Style: Earthen Rampart!" The ground surged upward, forming a protective wall that absorbed the fiery impact, debris scattering around them.
The first Senju pressed the attack, engaging in close-quarters combat. Their taijutsu was disciplined and relentless, their strikes aiming for Luxus' vital points. Luxus met him blow for blow, the sheer force of his counters sending shockwaves through the air. Their movements were a blur—punches, kicks, and grapples exchanged with a ferocity that made the ground beneath them tremble.
"Not bad," Luxus admitted, ducking under a high kick and retaliating with an upward elbow strike that sent his opponent skidding back. "But you'll need more than that."
The second Senju weaved hand signs again, this time casting an illusion. "Genjutsu: Binding Mist!" Luxus felt the air grow heavy, his vision distorting as the fog seemed to close in around him. Whispers filled his ears, and phantom hands reached out, trying to pull him into the shadows.
Erumi's breath hitched as she watched from the distance. "They've trapped him in a genjutsu...!"
Ken, however, watched Luxus closely. "Wait. Look at him."
Through the illusion, Luxus stood still for a moment, his head tilted as if listening. Then, his smirk returned. A pulse of lightning chakra erupted from his body, shattering the genjutsu like glass. "Nice try," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "But illusions don't work on me."
The leader of the Senju team scowled. "Focus! We can overpower him if we work together."
The three Senju adjusted their tactics, their attacks becoming more synchronized. One used taijutsu to keep Luxus occupied, while the others alternated between long-range ninjutsu and support techniques. Their coordination was impressive, a testament to their training.
But Luxus was relentless. He matched their taijutsu with raw power, his blows leaving cracks in the earth. His lightning-infused strikes neutralized their ninjutsu, and his speed kept him one step ahead.
Despite their best efforts, they couldn't break his rhythm.
The Senju leader narrowed his eyes. "He's toying with us."
Erumi clenched her fists, worry etched on her face. "He's outnumbered... we should—"
"Wait," Ken said, his tone contemplative. "Look at him closely. Luxus isn't struggling. He's... enjoying this."
Luxus' smirk widened as he blocked another attack, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're good," he said, his voice carrying over the battlefield. "But not good enough."
The Senju leader gritted his teeth, their frustration growing as Luxus continued to counter their every move. For a brief moment, the three attackers regrouped, their breaths heavy but their resolve unshaken.
Luxus straightened, rolling his shoulders as if warming up. "Is that all? Don't disappoint me now."
The Senju team exchanged glances, silently agreeing on their next move. They surged forward in unison, their attacks more ferocious and calculated than before.
Erumi's worry deepened, her fingers gripping the edge of her cloak. Ken stood silent, his sharp eyes focused on Luxus, a flicker of admiration crossing his features.
Luxus, however, simply chuckled. His body radiated power, the faint crackle of electricity dancing across his skin. As the battle raged on, his smirk remained unwavering, a testament to his confidence and control.
The chapter ended with the Senju believing they had the upper hand, their attacks growing bolder. But Luxus' smirk never wavered, his golden eyes gleaming with an unspoken promise. The storm was far from over.