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.
Kato looks at Sukejuro then at the girl and is just stunned at what just happened. "So, we were being played?" Kato says before putting his weapon away and standing there for a second. Training opportunity? Hmm Kato knows this is an opportunity before looking at Sukejuro and grows a little suspicious. This man went from being a innocent bystander into suddenly a fully fledged shinobi.
"So what is the training that you are offering anyhow? Also how do we know that we can trust you when you at first tricked us?" Kato says as he looks at Sukejuro. He then listens to the girl as she says her piece and nods respecting her decision, Kato thinks everyone should have their own path to follow.
Kato adjusts his coat and weapon so it is all near him and ready for later as he waits for his response. Kato moves slightly and makes sure all of his jutsus are dispelled as he looks around to see what else is around this area that we all have come to a stop at. What is this area? What is going to happen? What will be the response?
All of these questions and more are running through Kato's head as he waits for the reply and waits for what will happen as the time continues on. After a bit Kato looks at the girl and decides to try and ask. "By the way, i know this is the worst time to ask but what is your name miss? If you dont mind me asking."
Worry was always a funny thing as it was fear or panic, a heightened response from overstimulated nerves for the wellbeing of others. Physically the deceptive shinobi didn’t have a tell in the world to present such a crippling notion. Instead, he was annoyed that these young people, with their tools, were so small minded, reckless, short sighted. For a moment h felt numb just standing there, looking at two maturing students, so soft and full of vulnerabilities and flaws, laying them out at his feet like a cowering man confronted by a starving stray dog.
‘I-D-I-O-C-Y’ A voice menaced in his head, speaking with no motion and just blithering out statements that seemed obvious in light of their high marks for spacial awareness and observation, but all fell flat when it came to deducing the philosophy of the event that had occurred, failing to take their own actions into consideration and casting sepia colored rays of suspicion which caused Sukejuro’s fragile sense of oneness with the village to be questioned.
‘D-I-S-L-O-Y-A-L-T-Y’ it boomed again with growing agitation but Sukejuro just stared mute, still pontificating the most basic of questions posed to him by a shinobi in training. His prevailing ideas were being consumed by a dark scorn of himself, sundered and pulled towards bleak horizons as whispers of fault and blame began to blanket the space around him like a fog of staticky words being born to this wicked existence around him, but… …They could not see it…
Soon he heard the scratching, the stifled writhing of leather and bone against pavement.
‘I can still remember the brightest summer in over a decade, bright rays of marigold reminding us that Raiden’s mercy provides.’ A surly old man mused to his young assistant who excitedly took helping with certain cuts of meat from various carcasses, looking over quietly to his father he nodded, understanding these warm days meant much to Gengyo as the boy clung to a fear as well as a desire. Gengyo was all he had left, the man spent his twilight years laboring for the sake of the community and Sukejuro for all his trouble and the disdain that clients had with the wild brat, Sukejuro knew he was loved.
Light wrapped around Gengyo’s brawny body as Sukejuro set down his tools, eyes glossy and short arms weary less from labor but more from the emotional turmoil he felt. “Ozaki-sama…I…”
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Well in the abyss of the alleys, horrific and inhumane beyond the scope of Sukejuro’s young guests, was the hallucination of Ozaki Gengyo’s long decayed corpse, just the outline with glowing whites with red x’s peering from the dark.
“Do…right…thing… … … Son.”
After the lengthy pause, Sukejuro looked at the two realizing even in his adult life, failures happen, particularly setting off a nasty cacophony of self-deprecation as he took in their failures as his own. The void from beyond poured into his being like a vessel of punishment to provide him the means to make up for his aberrant existence. For all his talents, being kind to himself was not one of them “Tragedy and Suffering is the voice of this world and many hear it call their name. Is it so easy to forget how people do not get to stay young forever, sun beating down, with many close and dear friends? Girl, if you should take away anything, atleast remember that if you train you stand a greater chance of protecting yourself from the horror of loss.” He’d explain before he’d slide a long handled sword in a polished redwood sheath and kick it across the ground.
“My personal Nagamaki, a polearm and sword in one. Keep it, use it, learn of it you silly girl.” He’d relinquish a sword of incredibly pure hardened steel which bore an initial ‘H.S.’, of such quality that was rarely attainable by village hands. “You there, giant boy.” He pointed “If you must be as reckless, atleast put your life to saving others who cannot save themselves. Going for the kill too soon will deprive you of information, we must be investigative, even if we must take life. It’s precious, it’s the greatest sin that a person can no longer suffer or feel joy. Kill when necessary, otherwise you might become a stray dog, for our village’s sake.”
“I hope not. But for now, here~, you get a prize.” He’d kick over an enormous headhunting axe with the marks of more regular use. “Everyone in your class is counting on you. Don’t hurt people that don’t deserve it. That’s all for now, laters.” And with that he opted to walk opposite of them, leaving the straight shot back to reality theirs as he slipped deeper into the catacombs between Kumo’s citiscape.
‘Being played’ was a very nonchalant way to put things, but she supposed it mostly fit. The boy didn’t seem nearly as concerned about the trick as she did; she wondered which of the two was being more reasonable. She wasn’t in much of a position to judge if Kato decided to train with the man, but she would question his judgement. Perhaps he was simply more experienced than she was, or desperate, or insane… Or a combination of all three.
Speaking of insanity, there was still the question of the man in front of them. He’d gone silent, and the mask made reading his expression a non-option. Was he planning another ‘test’? An attack? It wasn’t as if she could prepare for it either way; he’d already proven that much to them both. If she hadn’t already been on edge, the silence hanging in the air would have done the job. He spoke again, eventually. He had nothing good to say, but something happening was a slight comfort. Cautions about time and defence… The words wouldn’t resonate with her until she was far from the area, and her heartbeat settled. In that moment, she heard but didn’t listen. Above all, she wanted to know that they were safe.
She still gave a slight jolt as he sent a weapon across the floor to her. Careful eyes watched the weapon; given a few seconds, she realised that there were no unpleasant surprises attached. It was a gift. A strange gift, she thought. Perhaps this was how shinobi showed kindness. Regardless, she knew better than to reject two offers in a row. Her movements were slow as she reached for the blade, and her eyes never strayed from Sukejuro for long. “Thank you…” She decided against mentioning that she had no intention of fighting in close quarters, but who knew when it might come in handy? “It is, er… very kind of you.” The gratitude was genuine, if not confused amongst a sense of unease. She held her first melee weapon in her hands, keeping the blade pointed at the ground.
Just like that, it was over. The man turned to depart, seemingly much calmer than he had been when he revealed himself. He slipped into the shadows, leaving the two students to ponder what had happened. She made no effort to say goodbye – mostly because she forgot to do so. A few seconds too late, his last words caught up with her. People were relying on them. Or just Kato. She chose to accept the former interpretation. “Er…” How was one meant to react to their predicament? Whatever the man’s intentions or hopes for them had been, he’d definitely left a lasting impression on at least one girl. Asami slowly turned to Kato; perhaps his expression would give away his feelings on the matter. Hers read much like her thoughts did – puzzled, concerned, and a little frightened. Her feet were already poised to flee, and so she continued to take steps back towards the main street. Fortunately, her slow steps gave her enough time to realise she’d ignored a question. How rude of that. “And I’m… Asami. Sorry…” She wasn’t quite sure why she was apologizing, other than to be polite, but the whole event had left her unsure of most things. A fun stroll on the city’s rooftops had ended with her being bamboozled and armed. Unharmed, too, which was always a plus, but she’d definitely need to be more vigilant on her travels. “I’ll… go now. Take care.” She did just that, turning on a heel and taking fast steps away from the area.
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