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 Getcha' Hotdogs Here

Ueno Kotone

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Name: Getcha' Hotdogs Here
Rank: E [Lesson]
Type: Self-Modded Solo Mission
Participants: Ueno Kotone
Description: After a particularly grueling semester, the academy is hosting a field day! Students are invited to go out, get some sun, and form much needed bonds to carry through their upcoming graduation. As luck would have it, an ongoing baseball game is down a player after a star hitter was knocked out by a suspiciously aimed fastball, and Kotone's been invited to fill the spot. It's time to let out some pent up aggression by crushing balls with a metal bat.


STRIKE THREE AND YEEEEEER OUT!

It was a rare cloudless day in Kumogakure, and the school grounds were filled with students milling about. Kotone lazily watched the buzz from the makeshift dugout, barely registering as a boy approached back from home plate. Suddenly a hand was thrust in the blonde girl’s face, producing three snaps that jolted her back to the game.

Kid I need you here, you’re up. I don’t know what the hell you did last time but you knocked it outta' the park kid. Give us one more of those and we’re golden.” Kotone shoved the hand from her face, it belonged to a particularly greasy faced chuunin that had apparently volunteered as a chaperone today.

Kotone pondered why this man seemed so invested in a kid’s baseball game. The girl had to admit to herself, despite his seeming misplaced passion, the man was an excellent coach, having quickly gotten her up to speed in a couple innings despite her total lack of experience. Once more going over her brief training session in her mind, Kotone approached the plate.

The pitcher’s teeth gleamed in the day’s bright sun, a menacing grin cutting through his face. Kotone had already been introduced to his mean arm, but had managed to best it during her last time on plate. Despite the confidence, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he coiled back, his smile seeming to grow with each passing second.

The ball whizzed by. Strike one. Kotone recoiled from a swing just as the ball landed back in the pitcher’s mitt, inwardly sizing up the next pitch. Whoosh. Strike two. Her bat had just barely missed the top of the ball, and now Kotone was confident she had the rhythm to the throws down. Flashing a grin across the field to the pitcher, she swung a few test swings as the ball returned to the boy’s mitt. The raven haired boy shot a grimace back, he could feel her confidence and couldn’t afford another home run.

The boy’s hand coiled, and the girl readied herself. Despite her preparation, she only saw the ball leave the pitcher’s hand before her head exploded and everything went dark.

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Kotone sat up with a start, an icebag flopping from her forehead onto the ground beside her. “Woah woah kid, easy there. How’s your head?” The blonde girl put a hand to her temple, a baseball shaped bruise throbbed there, but otherwise she felt alive. Pushing herself up, she stood on legs that seemed just a bit too sturdy. She felt that a while back she wouldn’t have been standing, but at last her grueling training at the academy seemed to be paying off.

Shit. Takeshi’s about to strike out again, and Ryu’s up next- Ryu’s back awake too by the way.” “STRIKE TWO!” As she felt about herself confirming nothing else was damaged, Kotone noticed rage bubbling up inside her. “Man that kid that could hit, but he was stumbling around in outfield like a goddamn drunk while you were out. Probably concussed as hell. Shame, we really coulda’ won this thing.” Kotone inwardly seethed as she heard the ball smack back to the pitcher's mitt.

Put. Me. In. Coach.” The man glanced nervously at her, his eyes seeming to gaze into her very soul with trained precision. “Uh, kid you sure you good? That was a hell of a hit you took. Most kids wouldn’t even be up right now.” Kotone kicked the side of the dugout, making the rickety structure sway as her eyes glowed in rage at the grinning form of the pitcher throwing yet another strike. The man blinked in response, and a few of the waiting players cowered before the angry blonde. “YEEEER OUT. NEXT UP!

The greasy man closed his eyes and let out a deflated sigh. “Geez kid, I get it. Ryu! Get your ass to the nurse’s office, you’re relieved. Kid, same deal as last time. Bases loaded, down by three. Only we don’t got any innings left. Go give ‘em hell.” Kotone was walking to homeplate before the words were out of his mouth, yanking a bat from Takeshi’s shaking hands as their paths intersected. The girl noticed a rare look of confusion cross the pitcher’s face as she came into his view. He clearly didn’t expect her to be walking out to the plate to meet him, but just as it came, it passed, and he was calmly meeting her approach.

The first pitch came hurtling by the moment she was at the plate. Strike one. Kotone blinked, she fumed internally but forced a calm look down the field to her opponent. The boy simply flashed his trademark grin in response. This was a true battle now, and neither would show its effects to the other. The second pitch came and Kotone stood still still, letting it pass by into the mitt. Strike two. Both of these throws had been formalities, and each combatant acknowledged that. The coming clash was all that mattered. The ball flew back to the mound. A grin flashed from each warrior.

The ball came for her face. Kotone knew this was coming, and yet the audacity of the action still stoked white hot flames inside the girl. Swaying backward, the girl felt the bruise on her head throb and unsteady her as legs fought to stay upright. The world begged to come unglued and send the ground up to meet her. And then suddenly the field came into perfect focus. She was tilted back, aligned with the ball, and wasted no time in connecting the bat. The field was overtaken by a roaring crack as bat met ball, sending the projectile hurtling straight ahead.

The boy on the pitcher’s mound crumpled. The ball ricocheted off his head, seemingly soaring into the stratosphere as onlookers sat dumbstruck. The bases sprang into motion as the qeueued up players ran to home, leaving Kotone to jog a lap around the field alone. A grin etched her face as she circled, inwardly she had decided she could really get used to smacking things around.

THERE’S THE GAME FOLKS, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! WHAT A COME BACK!

[Exit]
 

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