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.
It had been a couple days since Tokugawa Hanzo's last mission. The bruises which covered his stomach were now very mild, appearing like little tan blotches across his tattoo covered abdomen. He was ready for his next chance to earn his family some extra money. With the coin brought in from this mission and the last, perhaps he and his brothers would be able to afford some basic amenities. Regardless, it appeared that some old antiquarian needed some goods to be transported safely across town. It seemed like a straightforward task in itself, but there was some added complexity to the matter. The antiquarian had concerns that some relic hunters would attempt to steal the precious cargo during transit. So, it appeared the solution was to get a shinobi to do the transporting.
Hanzo reached the address which had been given to him and saw an old storefront ahead of him. He stood at the edge of the opened front door and heard, "You must be the young shinobi sent to aid me. Please do come in." The voice came from the back of the store and sounded meek from age. As Hanzo approached, he saw an elderly man holding a small wicker hamper with a lock on the front. "I will show you what is inside. If anyone asks you about it, know that they are thieves. I have told not a single soul what is contained in this basket." Hanzo nodded that he understood, and the old man unlocked the front and opened the wicker hamper. Inside, wrapped in purple silks, was an ocarina. It had engravings of people across its sweet potato shaped body, and they appeared to be engaged in some form of merriment; perhaps a festival. It appeared to be quite old, and with one glance Hanzo now realized why the antiquarian wanted some extra protection. "This piece came into my possession during one of my trips in a distant country. It is said that the original owners of this instrument were royalty long since faded from power. You will deliver this to another party, an instrument collector, at this address." The elderly man gave Hanzo a slip of paper and waved him along. Off he went, without even a word, toward his destination still within the Village Built on Clouds.
He had made it a little over halfway to his drop zone when he noticed that he was being followed. He took a sharp turn down an alley and began to run, wicker hamper strapped to his back. His stalker, however, had overtaken him and now stood facing Hanzo. The man drew his sword and began to speak in a surprisingly boisterous voice. "What ho, my good man! You may call me Shang; pleased to make your acquaintance." Hanzo took a step back, preparing to draw his sword if necessary. "Now, friend, no need to fret. I have been told by our mutual acquaintance the good old antiquarian that I am to assist you in your delivery." The man placed the tip of his sword to the ground and knelt down with it in an odd form of what appeared to be a formal sign of respect and trust.
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"You may follow," was all Hanzo said as he walked past the eccentric man. Their two man convoy carried on without any interruption, excluding Shang's attempts at conversation which Hanzo chose to ignore. They were now close to the finish line. Hanzo estimated another five minutes until they had arrived at their destination. Suddenly, three strangely dressed, armor-clad people appeared in front of the two couriers. Hanzo immediately drew his sword. The other three did so in return.
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"Hand over the basket, and nobody gets hurt," the middle-aged man in the middle gruffly ordered. He appeared to be the leader of the crew, and was the only one who was unmasked. He appeared to be looking through Hanzo, staring into the vastness of the city beyond him. Hanzo knew this look well. He had seen it from his father and his grandfather among other relatives. This man had seen war. Not just any war, however, this man had seen the nasty and brutal scenes of battle. He had seen a canvas of earth painted with the blood of comrades and foe alike. He was not one to be trifled with. He was far above Hanzo's capabilities, he was sure of that.
Hanzo took a few paces back once more. He felt the wicker hamper brush against Shang's ridiculous cloak. "Hanzo, give me the ocarina and run for it. You distract one or two of them. I will shake the remaining. I will make the delivery." With that, Hanzo's suspicions had been confirmed. He took one step forward, away from Shang, and toward the unruly three brigands. In this mission, he had no allies. He had only one chance to escape, and it would mean burning through a lot of chakra. If any of them caught up with Hanzo, there was no doubt in his mind he would be slain this day.
He spun around facing Shang now as he released his kikaichu to form a Bug Shield behind him. As quickly as he could, again having only one chance, he began to form hand seals as Shang came down upon him with a blow from his sword. A hastened attempt to dodge helped soften the blow, but a searing pain now erupted from his right shoulder as the blood began to well, soaking his forest green robe and turning it into a dark crimson. Regaining concentration, Hanzo managed to complete the seals necessary to cast Hot Weapon upon Shang. He heard a sharp cry, indicating success, as his opponent's sword clattered to the ground. Hanzo did not waste this moment to dart away as fast as he could. He heard a small explosion, and with a glance back, saw that his insects had been blown away. He needed to retreat and plan an alternative route. He was leaving a blood trail, so he needed to patch up somewhere. He took off down the road.
After what seemed like ten minutes of unending evasion, Hanzo ducked into what appeared to be a cafe still hearing barks of the lead brigand in the distance. He made his way to what he hoped was the kitchen as a few patrons stared at him. He opened a door and found himself at a private table of an illegal gambling den. The cafe, it appeared, was simply a front. Armed thugs began to stand up and approach Hanzo as heard, "Where is he?! shouted at the cafe front. He ducked under a table as the three brigands, Shang in tow, entered the gambling den. The leader of the brigands, tired of the chase, yelled at the first thug in his way. He repeated his question, asking where Hanzo was. The thug, apparently having had enough yelling for one day, went to sock the man in the face with his brass kunckled fist.
The battle erupted before the gamblers could escape. Shang had skewered the would-be assailant's wrist with a throwing knife while a second thug cracked one of the brigands with a large wooden club. The leader of the brigands then proceeded to impale the poor man who attacked him while simultaneously ducking under another swing from the second thug. A third thug and the final brigand were engaged in a sword fight, the brigand wielding some form of longsword while the thug attacked with a a shortsword and a dagger. They seemed to be evenly matched. All Hanzo dared to do was sit and watch. The leader had grievously wounded two thugs already, four more standing, while the two locked in a sword fight seemed to be nearing their conclusion. Shang had been rendered unconscious with a blow from the club man who was then struck down by the brigand who had been the initial recipient of the man's attacks.
Another minute passed, but time seemed to stretch that minute into ten. The sword fight had ended with the thug victorious only to be cut down by the leader who had been referred to be the other brigands as Captain. The club man met his demise at the hands of the other living brigand only to then be defeated by one of the bouncers who was armed with a metal tomahawk. Men, and women it appeared from the other two brigands' identities, were quickly meeting their demise. The battle ended abruptly as the captain disarmed the bouncer's tomahawk and drove it into the other remaining thug's chest, following this up by spinning back around and ending the fight with a slash from his sword. A hush fell over the room, and a quiet whimpering could be heard from the gamblers who were now covered in blood. This had turned into a gruesome crime scene.
Hanzo needed to escape, no matter what. Not only the mission, but his life depended on it. Though the captain was surely tired, Hanzo knew he was still vastly outmatched compared to the middle-aged brigand's capabilities and bloodlust. He began to silently make hand seals and cast Deception upon the older man, hoping his genjutsu would throw the man's attention. His intent was for the captain to hear someone yell, "What are you, a samurai?!" outside the cafe. If he fell for the bait, that would give Hanzo a few seconds to find a way out of here. A few seconds passed. The captain picked up a napkin, wiped off his face, armor, and blade as best he could. He then proceeded to run out of the cafe, putting his blade away, and took off toward where Hanzo's genjutsu had wanted him to go. The young man let in a deep breath and looked around. He found a back door, now slightly ajar, and ran for it. He had the unfortunate displeasure of gazing upon the carnage that lay before him, and became lightheaded. It was vicious. He was proven correct in assuming the captain had seen war. Hanzo now knew that instead of being a horrified onlooker, this captain had actually been the painter. His brush; his blade. His canvas; the battleground. And his paint; his opponent's blood. Hanzo nearly tripped over a bloodied man whose left arm was outstretched through the open back door. There was no time to assist these victims, however. Not if Hanzo also wanted to survive.
Hanzo reached the address given to him by the antiquarian about ten minutes later, hearing the authorities and paramedics rushing toward the cafe he had just been inside. He saw that the building he stood in front of was an inn. He walked inside, and his day went from bad to worse. After briefly hearing the sounds of shuffling feet Hanzo saw that inside this inn stood Hunky Eruption.
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"Sup, brah? You the guy again?" he heard Boogie Knights ask. He was once again wearing his animal print jacket and pants that he wore at the Hunky Eruption performance Hanzo had been the bouncer for not long ago. Hanzo groaned as he took the wicker hamper off his back, grazing his wounded shoulder ever so slightly. Murdatrox Jefferspin unlatched the lock on the front of the hamper and opened it up. He unraveled the purple silks and took out the antique ocarina of which the hip hop duo were the apparent recipients. Murdatrox Jefferspin then began to belt out beautiful tones on the old instrument. Surprisingly, it still made melodious music. This impromptu jam session was, however, cut short.
"I finally caught up to you. Nice trick you pulled back there son, but it will be your last," a gruff, familiar voice said with seething anger and malice. Hanzo turned to see the captain once more. The middle-aged brigand pointed to the ocarina and barked out, "Hand it over, you worthless excuses for musicians. Now!" Hanzo's mind, a bit numb, somehow came to recall seeing this man before today. It dawned on him that he was the fat drunkard that Hanzo had bested during the Hunky Eruption concert. He had apparently been in disguise because this man was quite fit. Now that Hanzo caught a better look at his face and his piercing eyes, however, he realized the two men were one and the same. This must have been a job that was well planned, thorough, and very professional.
"Don't worry, brah, I got this shi-" Boogie Knights began to say as he attempted to jump forth and fend off the captain with nunchaku. He failed spectacularly.
Murdatrox Jefferspin looked at the ocarina longingly, looked at the captain, his bandmate who was trying to recover his dignity, and then finally rested his eyes upon Hanzo and his bloody and tattered robe. He looked down at the antique, one-of-a-kind instrument in his hands once more, and threw it on the ground. It shattered into tens of delicately engraved and glazed pieces. Murdatrox Jefferspin gazed into the captain's eyes and asked him, "Your boss willing to kill for a fake? This thing's worthless." With that, the captain scowled at the three men before him and left slamming the sliding door behind him. His glove left a bloody print on the screen of the door.
Boogie Knights had regained his composure and was now a bit miffed at Murdatrox Jefferspin's actions. He asked why he did it; why he broke the expensive antique. Murdatrox Jefferspin's reply was simple and short, "Cuz it ain't worth a life, bruh. Hanzo, let's get drinks. You did good." And with that, Hanzo and Hunky Eruption went on to grab a few drinks as they made their way to the baths. Hanzo's laceration had ceased bleeding, and all he really wanted was to get clean, get paid, and get some new clothes.
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