I. The Silent Hunters
The Elephlion finally gave its last shuddering breath, a mountain of flesh collapsing with a wet thud. The Phantom Troupe, efficient as ever, began the process of carving. Nobunaga expertly sectioned the meat, while Machi re-stitched critical areas to prevent excessive bleeding before storage. Shalnark updated their internal database with the beast's unique anatomy and Nen properties, already considering its potential as a material.
Supremo remained atop the fallen tree, his gaze sweeping the canopy, then the undergrowth, and finally the distant, shimmering sky. The flicker of Instinct he'd felt hadn't been an imagination. It was subtle, unlike any Nen presence he'd ever encountered. It felt… alien.
"Boss, something's bothering you?" Feitan's voice was as sharp as his blade, cutting through the general chatter. He'd noticed Supremo's prolonged silence.
Supremo didn't look at him. "A new variable. Undetected. Highly camouflaged. Passive observation."
Hisoka, lounging casually on a thick branch nearby, chuckled. "Oh? A game already? How delightful." He wasn't bothered; his primary interest was Supremo's reaction.
"Are they powerful?" Phinks grunted, pausing his butchery.
"Unknown. Their signature is unlike any Nen. It's a technological invisibility, not Zetsu," Supremo explained, keeping his voice level.
He didn't want panic or recklessness from the Troupe. "But their presence feels predatory."
High above, aboard the Kyl'k'an, K'tharr's bio-mask flared with satisfaction. "The Director has sensed us," he rumbled. "Remarkable. Even cloaked, he detected our general presence. This confirms their sensory capabilities extend beyond visible light and audible frequencies."
V'khen, ever the analyst, updated her readings. "Their unique energy, 'Nen,' appears to be a multi-faceted life-force manipulation. The 'Director's' Nen signature shifts with intent – analysis, defense, evasion. It's a living, adaptive system."
Dax, the hulking warrior, was impatient. "Shall we engage, Elder? Their meat is rich with this 'Nen.' It would make a fine trophy."
"Not yet," K'tharr's voice was firm. "These are not mere beasts. They adapt. They learn.
Observe their methods of consumption. Their social hierarchy. Their individual strengths. We are not hunting individuals. We are hunting a species of Hunters. This requires patience."
V. The Invisible Web
Supremo initiated a complex, low-cost allocation, designed to passively probe the environment without revealing his specific intent.
| Attribute | Allocation | State |
|---|---|---|
| Perception | 40% | Environmental Mapping: Scanning for subtle thermal, electromagnetic, or sonic distortions. |
| Mind | 40% | Pattern Analysis: Running calculations on the detected anomalies against known stealth technologies. |
| Instinct | 20% | Threat Assessment: Maintaining a low-level warning system for sudden aggression. |
| Others | 0% | The Sacrifice: No immediate offensive or defensive capability. |
He began to feed his findings to the Troupe.
"They are not moving. They are observing. Likely using advanced optical and thermal camouflage. I'm detecting faint gravitational ripples consistent with mass displacement, but no discernible light spectrum signature."
"Gravitational ripples?" Nobunaga scoffed. "What kind of invisible bug does that?"
"An advanced one," Hisoka corrected, intrigued. "One that plays a very interesting game of hide-and-seek."
Supremo continued. "Their technology likely includes active noise cancellation. My best guess is they're airborne, hovering directly above us, maintaining maximum stealth." He paused, his gaze fixing on a seemingly empty patch of sky. "They haven't revealed their numbers or their armament. This suggests caution, or perhaps a desire to understand our capabilities before engaging."
"So, they're like us then," Feitan concluded, a cruel glint in his eye. "Observing the prey, waiting for the perfect strike."
"Precisely," Supremo agreed. "Which means their patience can be exploited."
VI. The Test of Fire
K'tharr watched the 'Director's' aura shift. He was trying to pinpoint their location. Clever. But K'tharr had already anticipated this.
"V'khen, prepare a Pulse Tracker Dart," K'tharr ordered. "Aim for the 'Director.' Not to harm, but to tag. Let us see how quickly they react, and how they defend their leader."
V'khen quickly calibrated a wrist-mounted dart. It was tiny, almost invisible, designed to embed itself and emit a tracking signal, impervious to most forms of cloaking or energy manipulation.
On the ground, Supremo felt the minute tremor in the air – a compressed-air launch signature.
> Decision: Interception & Analysis (Simultaneous Shift)
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| Attribute | Allocation | State |
|---|---|---|
| Reflex | 50% (Ultimate Reflex) | UI Evasion: Automatic, subconscious redirection of the projectile. |
| Perception | 50% (Cognitive Mirage) | Simultaneous Activation: To visually analyze the dart's composition and trajectory in slow-motion, even as it's being evaded. |
The Action: The dart, moving too fast for the naked eye, appeared to curve around Supremo's head as if repelled by an invisible force field. His Ultimate Reflex ensured he wasn't hit. But as it passed, the Cognitive Mirage instantly activated, creating a momentary, crystal-clear, slow-motion image of the dart's composition: a metallic alloy, an internal power source, a microscopic emitter. Not Nen. Pure technology.
Supremo didn't move a muscle. He simply opened his hand. The dart, its trajectory altered, landed gently in his palm.
VII. The Silent Challenge
Aboard the Kyl'k'an, V'khen's mandibles clicked in surprise. "Elder, the dart was… deflected. Not destroyed. And then… caught. Their 'Director' reacted with simultaneous physical evasion and a highly refined sensory burst."
K'tharr's growl was low, almost a purr of satisfaction. "They possess the adaptability of the Great Void Worms, but with conscious, directed thought. And they are disciplined." He watched Supremo inspect the dart, his fingers brushing over its surface. "He is attempting to understand our technology. Clever."
"What now, Elder?" Dax asked, his weapons system already cycling.
K'tharr grinned, a terrifying display of mandibles and sharp teeth. "Now, we let them think they have an advantage. We give them a target."
On the ground, Supremo held the dart. He knew this was a test. A probing attack. And a declaration.
"It's a tracking device," Supremo stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "Highly advanced. No discernible Nen signature. Pure technology." He crushed the dart in his palm. "They're not trying to kill us yet. They're trying to provoke us. To learn our limits."
Hisoka whistled, amused. "Ah, a game of psychological warfare against a truly unknown opponent. My favorite. So, how shall we respond to these invisible friends?"
Supremo looked up at the sky, his eyes piercing the illusion of empty air. "We respond by showing them nothing. We give them silence. We make them impatient. We make them desperate to learn more, so desperate that they will reveal themselves."
"A waiting game, then," Feitan grunted, sheathing his blade.
"Precisely," Supremo affirmed, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. "But we won't be passive. We will prepare a welcome. For when these 'Predators' decide to descend."
The Elephlion's body lay butchered, its Nen absorbed. But a new hunt had begun. A hunt where the hunter could become the hunted, and the line between predator and prey was about to blur into oblivion. The Yautja had found their Genesis Hunt. And the Phantom Troupe had found a new, intriguing challenge.