Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Mission B Rank: The Assassin's Creed

Shinrya Riko

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In the heart of the lowlands within Lightning Country lies a realm teeming with vibrant life, lush fields, and glistening rivers. This verdant expanse has long been a cradle of sustenance, a fertile oasis that beckons both farmers and settlers to its welcoming embrace. It is a place where civilization has bloomed, driven by the rich soil that yields bountiful crops and the waterways that wind their way through the landscape, bestowing prosperity upon the land. The lowlands of Lightning Country, with their lushness and vitality, have fostered not only the growth of crops but also the growth of its population and, in turn, the nation's affluence.

Amidst this landscape, one can find an array of small, picturesque villages dotted like jewels across the terrain, each with its own unique charm and character. These villages, some hidden away in the dense forests or nestled in the shadow of imposing mountains, are the lifeblood of the region, where communities thrive, traditions endure, and stories unfold. Yet, Lightning Country's vibrancy extends beyond the idyllic hamlets that speckle its lowlands. Here, several grand cities rise like beacons of progress, where the bustling streets hum with the energy of daily life. Within these urban centers, not only do civilians carve their destinies, but also retired shinobi find their respite from the rigors of their former lives. These towns, serving as the bridge between tradition and modernity, provide a haven for those seeking solace from the shadows that once defined them.

However, the tranquility of this land is about to be disrupted. A sinister plot unfolds as a local lord, Lord Takahiro Kurogane, is left gravely injured during a harrowing assassination attempt that occurred far from the sanctuary of his village. The town where he now languishes lacks the medical facilities to save his life, and his fate dangles precariously in the balance. In this moment of dire need, his loyal secretary, Ayumi Nakamura, has taken a desperate measure.

The ticking of the clock has begun. Mission orders to Riko and Honome have been sent out.

The village where Lord Takahiro Kurogane currently resides is a picturesque hamlet nestled amidst the lush lowlands of Lightning Country. It is a place where time seems to have stood still, with cobblestone streets winding through the village, flanked by quaint cottages with thatched roofs and wooden shutters. The village exudes an air of tranquility, surrounded by fertile fields that stretch as far as the eye can see, their crops swaying in the gentle breeze.

In the heart of this idyllic village, there stands a modest, two-story building that serves as the temporary residence of Lord Takahiro. The building is constructed from sturdy timber beams and adorned with intricate carvings, showcasing the craftsmanship of the local artisans. Vines of ivy climb the walls, adding a touch of natural beauty to the structure.

The ground floor of the building houses a spacious, welcoming foyer where visitors are greeted by the soothing sounds of a bubbling fountain. Polished wooden floors reflect the warm, golden hues of the sun streaming in through the leaded glass windows. A sense of calm permeates the interior, as it is adorned with traditional artworks and tapestries that pay homage to the region's rich history. A grand, ornate staircase leads to the second floor, where Lord Takahiro's chambers are located. His room, though not opulent, exudes an air of authority and elegance. The walls are adorned with scrolls of ancient wisdom and maps of the surrounding lands. A large, canopied bed takes pride of place, with luxurious silks and cushions, while a balcony offers a stunning view of the village below and the rolling fields beyond. In the corner of Lord Takahiro's room stands a small shrine, a place of solace and reflection. Here, incense burns softly, filling the air with a calming fragrance. Awaiting Lord Takahiro's recovery, this room serves as a sanctuary, a temporary respite from the turmoil of his current predicament.
 

Hashigaki Honome

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Honome walked with Riko toward the lush lowlands as autumn had started to set into the hamlet, meaning that harvest time was upon the villagers. The grass that was normally shorn from the road was given a respite from the scythe that kept it clear, meaning that the stalks were allowed to grow and tickle at Honome's shins and calves. The grass, too, had begun to drop its seed, and everywhere was the scent of the sloughing off of summer's growth to bear for winter's brunt. The spicy scent of fallen leaves and the wind whistling through the branches that were divesting themselves of the gold and bronze discs cascaded once more over the duo as they walked along the path that hushed their footfalls. The leaves too had not begun to dry completely, meaning that the usual crunch and crackle was not apparent to Honome as they walked along, but the stray leaf stem here and there reminded her that she was, indeed, walking on their corpses.

It was a mission she and Riko had been given to bring a patient to the hospital from their home, as the doctors within the village outside of Kumogakure no Sato could not provide the intensive care needed for the man to survive on his own, and he would pay the shinobi practitioners handsomely to cure him of his ailments. Honome hadn't heard of this Lord Takahiro before, and searching the brail documents of the library yielded little results in the way of any sort of information on him. He was in the census, which was a common document that was transcribed into braille, along with other important documents such as history books, and some literature that was commissioned by the Hashigaki who were blind within the city and could afford such luxuries, but most of these ended up being penny romances about lustful nights spent in the waiting muscular arms of a stranger that had just so happened to blow into town.

So far as she could tell, books and writing were for the seeing, and the blind just had to muddle through somehow. Her hearing meant she could afford herself a little more slack when it came to not using the walking stick on their journey, but she made more noise with her feet on purpose because the reverberations and echoes gave her a location and helped her to 'see' the world around her by picking up on the closeness of the sounds around her. If you would like to see how she saw, play music and then cover your ears slightly, do you hear the tinny resonance that runs through the whole of the world? That is the closeness that her Hashigaki could sense from the most minute of sounds that came from the area.

The birds had all stopped chirping as it was much too late for nesting season, and had quieted down. The only birds that made any sort of sound were the geese that flew high overhead and the keening of the cranes from an even higher height. These were too far away for Honome to get any accurate read for how big, or how many of them there were, the cacophany that lent itself to these groups meant that their jarring noises always led to confusion of her 'sight beyond sight.'

Part of the reason that her hearing was so well tuned and refined was the help of her new contract's gift, cat-ears. She had befriended and made a contract with the Cat Kami, or that's what she called herself, but Honome wasn't sure if she was the cat Kami or just A cat kami. She didn't lose much sleep over thinking about it, as Tora was not only a personable companion, but a companionable Kami. She had also lent a pair of white cat ears, which 'matched her hair color' to Honome which twitched this way and that, picking out sounds in the underbrush or in the hidden but baring canopy high above them.

It was in the fall, as it were, that they came upon the hamlet below them right as it were, and the whole of the people were abuzz with making ready for the Autumn harvest festival, which was supposed to be in two weeks. In preparation for this, the townsfolk had started to make ready for the festival by harvesting their crops. The smell of cut and cured grains and pickling ingredients for pickled vegetables permeated the air along with the spicy scent of early decay that accompanies autumn. Honome turned to Riko and smiled at her, "You know, when we are done with this mission, we should pick a place to go to for the autumn festival. I haven't been to one in about five years, if I remember correctly." She tilted her head and smiled at her girlfriend, grasping the other girl's hand and making her way down toward the hamlet below them, "I would really enjoy going to a place like this, a little celebration that is more intimate than the huge one in the village with the large fireworks."

Her cat ears pinned at the remembered booms of the last couple of festivals, and the jarring feeling that they left after they were done exploding in the air. The fireworks were nothing but a display of loud noises that left her confused and disoriented for hours afterward. Sure, the little town like this could probably spring for some fireworks for their festival, but it wouldn't be nearly as annoying as the ones in Kumogakure no Sato proper.

As they approached the building, Honome could gather from the hard stones and her wooden sandals that the place was enormous compared to the other buildings within the small hamlet. The luxury that this lord lived in was a stark contrast to the relative squalor that the other people lived in. That wasn't to say that the people were ungrateful or unhappy with their lot, but the extravagance was staggering to Honome. She tapped on the door four times to signal that they were here and pre-emptively bowed to the person who was coming to open the door, hearing them well before they arrived through the Shoji of the door, the thin paper not able to mask that there were two people opening it.




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Riko made her way with Honome to the hamlet outside of Kumogakure. She had little doubt that they would be able to keep a wounded man stable while they transported him to Cloud village proper, but she did have heavy thoughts on her mind about the nature of the man’s wounds. An assassination attempt meant there was an assassin out there somewhere, and given that he hadn’t been found yet, that meant that the assassin was still out there somewhere and was merely looking for his opportunity to strike again.
The travel through the countryside was near next to perfect. Riko couldn’t help but feel guilty as her task-oriented mind kept drawing her out of what otherwise could be a very romantic walk. Isn’t this how she had always been? Her training at the academy and experience as a Shinobi had been accruing and she had started learning to be on her guard when out and about on missions.

Honome was very beautiful though. Her hair looked like threads of silvered light beneath the sun and now she had a pair of cat eats on her head that added to her cuteness and charm. She leaned in unconsciously put an arm around Honome's shoulders and cupped her cat ears with her hand, gently petting and feeling the soft fur on her ears. They felt cool and like silk to Riko so she loved to touch those ears. She was likely distracting Honome, but had she said anything about it? Riko hadn’t asked and Honome hadn’t spoken up on whether she liked the attention on her new kami-begotten ears.

“Hmm? Not a bad idea.” Riko was driven from her self-absorbed somber musings back to the light of day. She smiled at Honome and pulled her tighter as they walked, and smiled at the beauty all about. It only made Honome even prettier in this lighting and this environment. Riko whispered under her breath the intimate things she’d like to explore with Honome alone in the dark of night in these otherwise lonely country fields while the fireworks lit up the night sky in between breaths. Riko grinned like a fox watching the Honome’s face, she wanted to see the blush rise on those pale cheeks. Ah, but wait. They were on a mission and she needed to focus. It could be dangerous after all - and it was Riko’s nature to be Steadfast even if her senses weren’t as acute as Honome’s. ”I’m sorry I’ve been distracted. I have a one track mind, and I kept help but worry about the would be assassin roaming around here somewhere. ”

Having arrived at the lord’s home they navigated towards the door that held the wounded Lord Takahiro. The door slid open and Honome was already bowing and Riko followed her lead in short order. Takahiro lay upon a futon with a smartly dressed woman sitting on her knees beside him. She was accompanied by a man dressed in a black robe, a stethoscope about his neck and glasses. He stood to Riko and Honome and returned their bow. ”You must be the shinobi sent to collect our lord?” He asked upon returning from his bow. ”I heard that you preferred braille so I took the liberty of having the charts transcribed.” He handed the medical charts over to Riko - but she couldn’t read braille so she handed it to Honome so that she could read and review the record.

”We stabilized his wounds so he’s not in immediate threat of death, but the wounds aren’t the type that one can recover from naturally. He needs medical jutsu treatment - the complication is that his stamina is such that its likely that it wouldn’t be able to support a medical jutsu being used on him.” The village doctor began to explain. Riko and Honome had both become Medical shinobi so Medical Ninjutsu was one of their most ready tools, but the limitation on the man’s stamina did mean that this would be a bit tougher than anticipated.

”Do you have a carriage ready?” Riko asked. The secretary broke her gaze from Lord Takahiro and chimed in that they had. ”Yes, we have a carriage prepared, the servants can bring him whenever you are ready to begin transporting Lord Takahiro.”

’that would likely be an opportune moment to strike.’ Riko thought to herself. She would need to stay on her guard. Riko would move over to Honome and assist checking the patient over to make sure it was safe to move him. Then a rolling gurney was brought to his bedside and lowered and prepared to transfer Lord Takahiro. The servants were all dressed in white robes with hoods covering there heads. Riko thought that it was an odd choice of dress until one of them suddenly sprung a dagger from his wrist and went for Lord Takahiro, intending to finish the job.

Riko drew her Tanto and intercepted the incoming blade and shoved the assassin away. ”Honome, get him to the carriage and start Lord Takahiro on the road to Kumogakure. I’ll hold off this assassin so he can’t follow us.”

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Honome nodded to the pair of doormen and took the proffered patient file from Riko. She wondered what kind of ailment that he had that would be resistant to medical ninjutsu, so she opened it before listening to the person that had the audacity to spoil the diagnosis and the reason for their being at the Lords’ estate before she could read it.

Well, at least she could read up on his symptoms and what she could do if something catastrophic happened while they were bundling the man into the carriage. She read aloud, as soon as Riko turned her attention from the secretary to her again. She spoke in her low volume that she usually used unless necessitated by the use of her sound ninjutsu,

“Patient Takahiro has history of cancer, polyps have been found over forty percent of the available lung tissue, metastasizing from the P.O.O. throughout the respiratory system and is expected to have infected the renal and circulatory systems. Pt. has h/o calcium deficiency, has been given 2/d inf of rbc, siphoned to exclude plasma and has been given 1/mo. Transfusion of sp. fl.” she continued to read on, “pt. Suspected to have inoperable tumors over ¼ of total body and has been given comorbid diagnosis with M.S. and E.O.D. If given medical attention daily, expected deterioration will lead to death in 1 mo. More intensive care and Iijutsu recommended.”

She frowned and went over the notes from the diagnostic procedures to tell them whether or not he was going to live, how long, and all the other preliminary diagnostic pokes and prods this man had been through. His breaths came in rasps and her fingers flew through the pages, her mind forming a picture of what exactly had been done to keep this man alive. The resources for all of this would be so expensive that Honome couldn’t hope to match it, with her current salary, in four lifetimes. Apparently it was good to be rich. The therapies that he had gone through and the transfusions were the reason that his body wasn’t able to fight off anything, and why he didn’t have the stamina for regular Medical Ninjutsu. She, albeit being a medical novice, had no hope that he would make it past his predetermined expiry date.

She sighed and put the chart away in the cart that came up the drive, walking back to the bedroom she found that the man had been transferred to a rolling gurney from the gasping breaths that came from him. His will to live would be the saving grace throughout the trip, to be sure, but they should not keep him in the cod for very long, and would probably have to travel at night, which would be disadvantageous to the defenders, as apparently the dark was harder to see in than the light.

All Honome knew is that it was certainly less comfortable to fight in the cold of night than the relative warmth of the last of the summer and beginning of autumn days. One of the people was breathing hard, and in a rippling of cloth, she heard the sibilant noise of a blade being unsheathed. Honome was about to shout out to Riko when the man sprang at the Lord and Riko intercepted the assassin and shoved them back.

Honome wove a series of intricate hand seals and summoned her kami who had appeared before her in the form of a catgirl, yawning and rubbing her eye with the back of her hand, “What is it-nya?” Tora asked and then Riko shouted that she needed to get the lord to the carriage, “I’ll help Riko-nya, you get the lord to the carriage.” The kami unsheathed her claws at the end of her fingers and grinned a wicked grin.

Honome could tell, by Tora’s voice that she was raring to go, which was odd for the lazy Kami that usually just sat in the comfy chair and watched the birds, or lazed about in a sun-spot all day. She wove another set of intricate hand seals and spinning diamond shapes hovered between her and the lord, and the assassin, and the followers, “Don’t come any closer.” Honome warned, the blades were made out of sound, and reverberated at a low hum, “I will use these on anyone making any sudden movements.”

The secretary came in and moved toward the rolling gurney and took the lord toward the carriage slowly, Honome had the barrier’s pieces spinning between the group, of combatants and the lord, secretary and herself, walking backwards because she didn’t need eyes to see where she was going, the hum of the blades helped her see clearer than she had all day.

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