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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Delivery! [Solo Mission]

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Mission Name: Delivery!
Mission Type: Solo-Mission
Mission Rank: E-Rank
Objective: Rebuilding the medical tower is hard work. Many of the workers need to eat but leaving the work site would delay construction and it is imperative that the tower be rebuilt as soon as possible. As such, it is your mission to make and deliver lunch to the construction workers at the medical tower rebuilding site

Standing at the counter of her father's kitchen was a petite, but muscular, redhead. The look on her face was incredulous as she had – once again – received a mission that wasn't something she thought shinobi should be doing. This was for catering people. However, after the last mission she had taken on herself, she was a bit more understanding as to why they gave the simple tasks to the academy students.

Amy had obtained a large amount of bread, mayo, sliced ham and cheese to make sandwiches to take over to the workers who were busy rebuilding the medical center. Luckily, she had been able to convince the manager of a local grocery store that she wasn't a crazy person and actually was making an insane amount of sandwiches for the construction workers, so he had donated all the supplies as well as bottled water. She stood there, a spreading knife in hand, quickly assembling countless sandwiches and putting them into small plastic bags before stacking them neatly on one side of a large ice chest with a handle and wheels on one side. This chest she had rented specifically for this mission, knowing it would be the easiest way to transport all the sandwiches and water across the village.

By noon, the young shinobi had finished all the sandwiches, about 50 in total, and had them all stacked neatly in the cooler with the water. Smiling a little, just happy to finally be finished, she closed the lid and grabbed the handle, turning it around with a little difficulty before dragging it across the house, though the yard, and onto the street. From here, she broke into a light sprint, pulling the cooler behind her.

It didn't take too long, and the small girl's breathing was only a little heavier than normal as she stopped near a small temporary building had been constructed for the use of the main contractor and the foreman. There was an unused table sitting out front so she began to set out the wrapped sandwiches, each with a drink next to it. Once she had the station organized she turned to see the boss-man coming from the building. “Sir, I'm here with lunch for everyone if you wanna call them all down here.”

“Oh, fantastic, thank you.” he said with a grateful smile before she put two fingers into his mouth and let out a loud whistle to call the men down from their work.

Amy stood there as the men got their sandwiches, graciously accepting their thanks, and throwing annoyed looks at the ones that tried to call her cute. Once all the men had their sandwiches, and a few had taken a second one, the foreman announced that their lunch break was over. Thanking her again, he returned to his office.

“You're welcome,” she replied, turning back to the table to see if there were any left for herself. Having been making the sandwiches all morning, she hadn't had the chance to eat her own lunch. Luckily, there was one more and one more bottle of water. Smiling a little as her stomach rumbled, she grabbed the last one, unwrapped it, and took a bite.

As she began to chew, her smile faded, she looked down at the sandwich in her hand and spit out the bite. The sandwiches were terrible! Her emerald eyes looked up at the workers who had begun to work again, wondering how they had eaten them all before she caught a glimpse of a trash can full of half-eaten sandwiches.
 

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