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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Rebuild|Solo|Self-Mod|B-rank Mission

Senju Shizuka

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Part I:

‘Missions’ had been a rare thing for Shizuka so far and that was exactly why she felt so excited about this one. Going on one alone wasn’t exactly a good or a bad thing. She felt like it could be fun as well, to head out on her own. It would definitely give her the opportunity to show her teachers that she could handle things without others’ help, even if having no back up at all did make her somewhat nervous. That bit of stress expressed itself through her usually very calm self being a bit jumpy. Jade colored eyes went through the bushes as she walked over the path toward her destination.

According to the scroll the house wasn’t too far out. A shop kept by an older pair had been attacked by bandits who’ve caused a mess in the process. It was still a bit unsure if they had been tourists coming from the Hot Springs or a bunch of angry drunks happy with an easy target to rob. In any case she felt a bit bad for the old couple. They had a peaceful store with vegetables, fruits, spices, and some other basic goods to provide for themselves and now it was a pile of damaged goods. Hopefully not all of the merchandise had been taken or destroyed, that way they could recuperate some of the loss after the store’s been cleaned up and the damages repaired.

Silently continuing down the road she felt slightly surprise to only cross paths with two other travelers. Neither of them paid much attention to her, but she still studied them carefully. Who knew what else this mission entailed. Besides, a side note did mention that should the bandits reappear she was to deal with them. According to the sources none of them was a shinobi, so binding them should it become necessary wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, she hoped that it would be the case, that way they could pay for the damage they’ve done.

With her little backpack tightly strapped to her shoulders as always, she followed the road as it started to curl toward the left. After a couple of more minutes her eyes settled onto a good sized wooden structure with one of the sidewalls damaged. Clearly this was the place she had to be at. And now that it was in the range of her sight she quickened her pace. The sun had been up for a bit now, so it was better to get this mission over with before the evening, and certainly before the night would fall. Cleaning, dusting, and shaping some wood shouldn’t be hard enough, but she didn’t want to underestimate the task given to her. Certainly not now that her scores had been going up. Not that she really cared about the points, but she did want to get that forehead protector without being held back a year.
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“Good morning! Anyone here?” The knocks faded, and before anyone could enter she slipped inside of the store. From the sight of it most of the vegetables and other products had been either cleaned or moved, but the hole in the wall, splinters of wood, glass shards, and mud were still clearly present. From behind one of the undamaged shelves an old lady appeared. There was a bandage around her arm, a small cut on her cheek, and she appeared to be limping slightly. Shizuka wasn’t sure if that last part was caused by the bandits or the old age.

“Hi, dear. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to help you, we’ve had some bad luck, so the choices have shrunk dramatically. You can come by next week, hopefully the store will be back to its old self by then.” The old woman nodded, wrinkles curling as she smiled gently toward the young Senju. It took a moment for the latter to realized that this lady wasn’t taking her as the help, but as a customer.

“Oh, no, no, I’m the help.” The ten year old proudly said, offering the scroll to the woman whose eyes widened a little with confusion and curiosity.

“My, my,” reading the scroll, she smiled. “you guys grow younger every year, don’t you?” Regardless of her potential distrust toward Shizuka’s skills, she didn’t let anything of that kind show through. Instead, she nodded, offered a drink to the girl before explaining to her what had to be done. The husband, who turned out to be away for the moment, had already done a part, but his age was taking its toll. So, it was up to the future kunoichi to solve the matter entirely.

“Thank you for the directions, ma’am, I’ll start in a minute.”

With bags for the shards and splinters, hammers, nails, and wooden planks for the wall, Shizuka went to work, eyes shiny at the opportunity to use some of her jutsu whenever it would become necessary. Water to clean with came from the palm of her hands, some of the wood was quickly generated through the means of chakra as well. She scrubbed, hammered away, and threw out the necessary trash. The only thing that was yet to be fixed were the two, little, broken windows, but glass wasn’t in her arsenal, and she knew that someone else would have to come by to finish off her work. Not that it bothered her, the lady appeared quite happy with the results.

At the end of it, she really wanted to go home to shower and get rid of the dust, but Naoko - the owner of the store - convinced her to have a drink with her first. By the time the two had settled down, the husband returned from his trip to a nearby market place.
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Senju Shizuka

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Interesting tales had been shared with her during the tea. The old couple’s son had passed away, their granddaughter was one to travel with merchandise towards the corners of the Lightning country. When she would return they would have gotten help but it would take a long time -probably a couple of weeks- to get her here and have her restore the things damaged. Aside from that they didn’t want to worry her too much. Neither of them felt comfortable with the idea of her having to leave her ‘normal’ life behind to ‘take care of them’. Stubborn as the pair was, they were both convinced that they could do that on their own. And, during exceptions, would receive the necessary help from the village whenever they failed to. Like this time.

Shizuka found it all oddly adorable. Though, she did wonder if it was a good idea, to have the only person being able to help them live so far away, and move so much. Her grandparents lived a couple of streets behind one of Asami’s bakeries - not too far away from her parents house. Compared to being on the other side of the country their family situation practically screamed that they lived together. It brought a smile to her lips. She liked it that way. Everyone together and safe.
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Waving goodbye to the older couple she started on her way back home. The day had been tiring but fulfilling in its own way. She hoped to receive more of these types of missions, where she could help someone out simply because she could where others weren’t capable. Not that a lot of people would have trouble fixing a wooden wall or cleaning the store. She could just do it quicker than most, unless they had their own tricks and chakra skills. Yeah, she agreed with herself, many could do the job, but it was nice that future shinobi could do things to cheer people up, not only scare them or protect them from the shadows. Interaction was sometimes quite pleasant.

It was then, when she had already walked past the cart full of goods the grandpa had brought, that she heard the breaking of twigs and hurried motions somewhere behind the bushes. Turning, with kunai in hand, she dangerously narrowed her eyes. Her muscle tensed, she felt a wave of heat rushing through her body as she tried to pinpoint any potential danger. The only thing, however, that she did find was multiple crates being gone. Someone had already untied some of the goods, and had dragged them down the road into the nearby bushes.

Annoyed, no, angry, that’s how she felt right now. With herself for having missed it while being inside and with whoever was taking it upon themselves to steal from the old couple. Hence, with the crystal eye floating before her, she entered the forest. The ground beneath her feet was soft, slightly damp, as she made her way deeper into the silence. Letting the jutsu explore while climbing a nearby tree with the kunai held between her teeth, she allowed herself to calm down in order to be able to focus a bit better.

“There you are..” she whispered to herself while forcing down another wave of heat. This time the warmth was pure anger. There was no fear now that she had noticed a single man with nothing that pointed toward him being a shinobi. Otherwise she doubted that he would have been dragging one crate while having hidden the other one beneath a layer of twigs (in a very bad attempt to have it disappear from sight). In fact, she doubted really hard that any shinobi would ever bother themself with trying to steal a crate of what she assumed to be either spices or liquor.
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Silently, in the shadow of an old oak she weaved her seals. The man was too slow to get away from the streams of collecting water even if he had seen them coming before they had already surrounded his feet. With panic in his eyes he dropped the crate, clumsily stumbled, fell, then struggled to get out of the water bubble forming all around him. Water Prison. A good way to keep him from running away while getting him exhausted without having to hear him scream, beg, or risk missing a limb when striking or dodging. By keeping up the jutsu for long enough, she could drain him from all of his air and will to fight. That’s when the vines would sneak up from the forest floor and tie him up to one of the trees behind him. With the Mokuton working, it almost seemed as if he was merging with the trees. If he hadn’t been still spewing water, she could bet that he would have been screaming. The sight was enticing.


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