The Yang to His Yin ࿊ ☾𖤓 ( A Lord Shen X Female Reader: Kung Fu Panda 2)

🪶 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘴 🪶

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(A/N's Note: Hello hello! Welcome my dearest readers to this very awaited chapter! Filled with action and Kung Fu moves, it probably is my favourite chapter as of yet to have written for this story! Feel free to play the music below for this chapter, it is what I listened to while I was writing it and kind of connects with how intense this chapter is! Well, happy reading folks! A~ xoxo)

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Y/N's smirk widened as she saw who stepped out of the shadows. Her eyebrows raised in mock surprise, she bowed gracefully to her master. "Good evening, Lord Shen," she greeted, her voice laced with amusement. The moonlight cast an enchanting glow on her, highlighting her poised figure as she held onto her staff, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

From Y/N's perspective, Shen emerged into the moonlit grounds, his silhouette sharp and commanding. "Why have you brought me out here, Y/N?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Y/N's stride was confident, each step deliberate and graceful, a trait that Shen found undeniably attractive. As she passed by him, she let one of her claws graze his face and body lightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

She leaned in close, her voice a tantalizing whisper, "To see if you've improved with all the lessons you've taken under me this week. It's time to put it to good use." There was a challenge in her eyes, one that Shen recognized all too well.

Shen's feathers ruffled slightly in exasperation. "This is what you've been preparing me for all week? A little showdown? Oh, my darling Y/N, you are going down." His voice was a mix of frustration and amusement, but his eyes sparkled with the thrill of the challenge.

Y/N laughed at his remark, a sound both light and mocking, as she leaned her staff against the wall. She tightened her robe with the belt and adjusted her hair, a sense of purpose in every movement. With a flick of her foot, she sent Shen's sword flying into the air, kicking it towards him. He dodged swiftly, the blade embedding itself in the wall of the ancestral home behind him.

"You need to do better than that if you wish to defeat me this time, Shen," Y/N taunted, her voice carrying a hint of malicious delight. She turned her head towards the shadows, calling out, "Let's light them up, boys!"

The leader of the wolves, along with a few others, stepped forward. They held torches, which they used to ignite the metal pots filled with wood surrounding the courtyard. The flames roared to life, casting a fierce glow and intense heat around Y/N and Shen, encircling them in a ring of fire. The flickering light reflected in Y/N's eyes, a preview of the devious showdown that was about to unfold. She laughed softly, a tiny bit evil and utterly confident, ready to test Shen's mettle to the fullest.

The flames roared around them, casting long shadows and creating an intense, almost primal atmosphere. Shen moved with a fluid grace as he approached his sword, rocking his shoulders back and forth, his muscles coiling with anticipation. He wrapped his wing around the hilt, feeling the familiar weight of the blade, and a confident smirk played on his beak. He knew Y/N well, knew her strengths and weaknesses, and was certain he could outmaneuver her. Oh, how he relished the challenge ahead.

Y/N's stride was purposeful and unwavering, each step bringing her closer to the center of the grounds where Shen awaited. Shen's metal feet scraped against the ground, creating tiny sparks that mirrored the firelight. They met in the middle, face to face, their eyes locked in mutual respect. With a solemn bow, they acknowledged the unspoken understanding that this was more than just a battle—it was a lesson, a test to hone their impeccable skills.