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.

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A gentle breeze drifted across the grass of Kitsune park carrying with it the scent of nature as well as the songs of the few birds that stubbornly called out in the middle of the afternoon. Off to the eastern side of the park stood a young man, blonde locks moved from side to side as they were caught up in the slightly shifting wind. He stared down towards his hands, in one was a length of dark fabric and in the other was a single glove emblazoned with a small sealing jutsu. He took a breath, no clear emotion evident on his face as he dwelt on the equipment in hand before looking back over to the sheer face of the park wall.

Taped up against the wall was a large scroll, opened wide to reveal a series of intricately drawn symbols, each one encircled in a sealing pattern. It hung reasonably high above the head of the academy student with only the bottom most portion being within reach – thankfully it seemed to be holding fast despite the odd rustle.

Daisuke took another breath before raising his hands to his face, swiftly fastening the fabric to cover his already closed eyes – ensuring his blindness for this section of the training. The two ends of the fabric interlaced, forming a tight knot at the back of his head; with one quick pull the student concluded that the tightness of the blindfold was at the level he wished for. A moment passed as the Minamoto listened to the sounds around him, taking in the environment as he attempted to centre himself in his surroundings – of course this was hard but he continued to try nonetheless. He touched the two middle fingers of his right hand to its palm which released subtle puff of smoke, within moments he was clutching three dark-metal shuriken. He turned so his left side was facing the wall and the right out into the park and pressed his left hand against the scroll.

Three short logs shot out from the heightened scroll, sailing through the air. Daisuke listened to try and hear the change in the air around him, but could only vaguely hear the sound of moving objects. He sighed and waited further, until the first dull thud of one of the logs hit the ground. His head turned instinctively as his right hand shot out to release on of the shuriken. The student’s aim seemed to hold true as his ears picked up on the sharp impact of metal on wood – the first shuriken had sunk itself into the first log to land. There wasn’t any more time to think as another hit the ground. Daisuke turned and threw the next shuriken only to be met with the noise of slicing grass and a short thud in the dirt. The third landed, he turned and went through the attacking motion again. Thankfully, this time he found his target, but only just as it stuck into the very edge of the wood. Not too bad.

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Tenken was looking to be somewhere. That was obviously. The teenager was rushing through the outskirts of the part, dodging through people as needed and at one point leaping right over one couple’s head as they surprised him rounding a corner. He likely wasn’t a unique sight in Leaf, a young person rushing about like a chicken trying to get somewhere.

The truth was he was in a hurry for very silly reasons. He forgot she had laundry on and wanted to get it changed over before it got a musty smell. One look made it obvious he cared a lot about her general hygiene and appearance. His denim pants were baggy but well cared for, the same could be said of the loose white jacket that covered his torso, emblazoned on the back with a weird blue dog. Under it was a more form-fitting shirt but showed off more than he wanted right now. His hair, bright pink, was pulled up and done in a way to make it look much shorter than it was and full of volume.

As he decides on a shortcut over the wall, he runs right into someone else training, a shuriken flashing nearby and bringing Tenken to a sudden halt. ”Whoa! He stumbles from the quick stop, even though he truly wasn’t close to being hit, and ends up going head over kettle to the ground, his balance lost.

Tenken rises to a sitting position, golden eyes looking around for a moment of dazed confusion. At that point it would become obvious he was wearing makeup, some of it having rubbed off to show it was contoured to give his face a leaner, less rounded appearance. ”Well shit…” That came because the fall had ripped a stitch in his pants, which would make more running embarrassing at best. After a moment he turns to look at the person throwing Shuriken around in a public park.

"Um...hi. Why're you throwing weapons in the park?"

A bit of a closer look would reveal, perhaps, that at this position he had a more feminine figure than most guys. But it would indeed need to be quick as he leapt to his feet and quickly shifted to hide the rip from view.
 

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Hanakio was in a good mood. It was hard not to be with a day like this. As she walked a coin rolled over the back of her hands, would disappear only to reappear in the other hand, to roll over the back of her knuckles, repeating over and over again. It was something she didn’t even appear to be thinking about as she walked.

Looking ahead she saw a pair of youths, perhaps they would make a good audience. Probably not but it was alway good to find fans.

She walked up to the two, one with the most awesome shade of pink hair. Her glittery outfit catching the sunlight as she walked up. ”Why wouldn’t he throw sharp things in the park? It isn’t like he would miss targets and risk hitting things would he?” She asked while looking pointedly at the shurkins that had missed. ”After all where else could he throw them, it isn’t like there is someplace dedicated for it.” It was hard to reign back the comments, But if he was going to open himself to ridicule by throwing weapons in the park and missing them. If you were going to practice your failings you did it in private so you can amaze people with your skill when they can see you.

As she spoke the coin smoothly rolled over her fingers, never stopping, moving in a hypnotic trance.

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Kids. They were an interesting bunch. That much, Nibachi knew recollecting his younger days. He had been quite the handful to raise according to various accounts as he walked towards the group. His interest had been piqued , one of them had taken to training and in an open area like this, it was not such a bad idea though two others seemed to join him clearly confused at his current course of action. Usually, Nibachi wouldn't be one to interuppt younger children doing what they did best, he avoided them like the plague but he supposed they could strike up some rather interesting converstations at time so why not. His blue cloak fluttering a bit in the gentle breeze and the massive spear resting on his shoulder, he was humming as he made his way standing a few feet apart observing the fallen kunai and back to the kids.

Some of the remarks from one of the other kids irked him a bit raising one eyebrow. Clearly, someone had never grasped the concept of 'you will never succeed more than you will fail' bringing his spear to rest on the grassy surface with a resounding thud as if that was enough to announce his prescene. "Having a bit of fun, are we?" Nibachi would inquire innocently addressing the trio of kids all at once. They were not faces he was accustomed to and honestly, the Santaru was not sure who was who anywhere. The Academy had gotten a massive increase in enrollment and he swore the antics just progressed more and more covering a yawn with his free mouth.

Some passerbys might point and stare, some might even scoff at the fact that you shouldn't be doing such reckless things in such a public setting and that in Nibachi's mind was utter nonsense. This was a park, it was meant for outside things and as he saw it, the kid was doing perfectly acceptable outside things. "There is a place dedicated for it. You're standing in it, I daresay." The dark-haired man would utter stooping over to pick one of the kunai and offer it to the boy who had thrown it, the handle facing him. He had the passion, that much was clear.

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He heard the rapid footfall before the rush of wind passed over him, thankfully his aim was away from the source of the sound and energy even before this previously unknown person came too close. A sigh escaped Daisuke’s lips as his hands motioned to unfasten the knot that held the blindfold over his eyes, he held them shut for a few moments after removing the fabric before opening them to reveal their blue pearlescence that soon focused on the pink-haired lad sat on the floor. The smudge of makeup was noted, but it mattered little to the Minamoto boy who turned just in time to catch another figure approaching. Her walk seemed confident, the glimmer of a coin and outfit in the afternoon sun seemed rather impractical to the academy student, but again there was no need for him to mention it before she even arrived. Though a moment later he regretted not talking sooner, it seemed that the pair to join him in the vicinity were not best pleased with his training regime, and for some reason the use of the coliseum grounds was opposed by them.

Yet again, he did not speak as his eyes caught the silhouette of yet another shinobi coming to join the trio – though this time the approaching man was much taller than the few students and seemed to be sporting a long spear. Daisuke nodded once in greeting to the taller figure as he spoke, seemingly conveying opinions more in line with those of the Minamoto boy. He held his amusement at the larger man’s response to the other two before taking the shuriken with yet another polite nod, this time in gratitude. With a flick of his wrist, Daisuke sent the shuriken sailing through the air and into the only log he had missed with a satisfying thump.

The speech to follow was intended to harness the rhythm of Nibachi’s own words, directed towards the two younger shinobi. “This is an awareness exercise. When I began this training there was nobody else around.” Daisuke made a quick gesture out to indicate the relatively secluded spot he had chosen. His icy gaze turned to meet with Hanako’s, there was no malice in the look that he gave her, instead it was rather indifferent. “Accuracy isn’t what I am training,” he paused “but finding targets without relying on sight is.” He spun round on the spot, pressing his fingers into his hand to summon three more shuriken before pushing his other palm onto the scroll. After pouring chakra into it for a moment three more logs shot forth. Daisuke turned his head to glance at their trajectory before moving his arm in a broad arc, releasing a shuriken at regular intervals during a two second period. Each of them hit their mark before the logs had time to reach the ground.

Once more, his eyes shifted glancing over at the two that had implied criticism of his choices. “If either of you want to try, be my guest.” He held a hand out to offer the blindfold in front of him, equidistant from both Tenken and Hanako. “Though if you don’t understand I would not be surprised.” His words were neither bitter nor cold, simply spoken as a matter of fact. The boy did not intend any harm, though he could not quite control how his tone would be received.

After a moment of further contemplation, his head snapped over towards Tenken. “Are you hurt?”


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Tenken looks up as more people arrive to what was quickly becoming an embarrassing scene for him. Bad enough he tripped over his own damn feet. Bad enough he ripped his pants. Bad enough his makeup was becoming a wreck. But now there was a crowd to watch it all. He turns slightly to keep his ripped pants out of view of all of the newcomers as they give their opinions on Tenken’s confused question.

One seemed to be a young girl with a sharp tongue and a coin that they had a bit of a thing with. Tenken didn’t judge, people had their security blankets at all ages. Some just traded in actual blankets for odd things like coins, pets, and power. The other one was an older man with a spear that would put many a fertility god to shame. He seemed to have a chip on his shoulder at the younger girl’s accusatory statements. But he did give some odd information.

“Wait. This is a park. For people to train in? I thought it was, you know, and actual park. Why the hell is it named Kitsune Park if it’s a training ground…?” Tenken muses for a moment as the original boy seems to ignore most of their antics before explaining what he was doing. And then offers to let them. Tenken takes a moment thought before pulling a senbon from his pocket and using it to hold the rip in his pants closed.

“Sure.” He takes the shuriken, eyes the logs, then closes his eyes and does a full spin before letting them go and opening his eyes with a grin. A grin that quickly turned to horror as he realized one shuriken was flying not at a log, but at the young girl. A bright flash of blue heralds Tenken simply vanishing from one area and appearing in another. It was not that he was that fast, instead it appeared as if he simply teleported.

A sharp tink sounds out as the shuriken hits his arm held before him to catch it. The star falls to the ground with a bit of a bend to it as his mechanical arm proves the more durable of the two. “….well. Maybe I do need more practice…”
 

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The pink haired boy seemed to be getting a bit more embarrassed as more people came. It was even worse that the old fart with the spear came. Whatever it was up to Hanako to draw the attention away from the Pink one and bring it upon herself. It was a cross that she was willing to bear if it helped someone save from some embarrassment.

She subtly moved so she was opposite the boy so one would have to either look at her or him. Her hands became more animated, though the coin seemed to vanish as she did, one would have had to have been paying very close attention to see when it vanished much less where it vanished to.

”See you are all looking at this wrong. This is not a park nor is it a place to practice. This is a Stage” the last word was given with emphasis and deference ”This is a colliosum where people can come and see the shows that are put on by the different people of the village. Be it a fight or something actually interesting to watch. You do not master your art for the public eyes to watch you do it in a more secluded area so when the time comes you may wow the crowd with your.. Situational awareness.” As she spoke her entire body became more animated making drawing in people's eyes. ”You would not want to let your opponents know your secret weapon before you could even perfect it now wouldn’t you.” looking at the spear wielding old fart ”There are other places to throw sharp metal objects as well, like the academy has places designed to be more secluded so you can’t ‘hurt others’ but has the added benefits of being out of the prying eyes until you can perfect your art.”

She hoped the brief respite would allow the Pink one to recompose himself ”But I am being rude, I never introduced myself. My name is Hanako, who might you be?”

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He was impressed.

Slightly.

They were still young but they had that promise about them. Nibachi was about to open his mouth to give a few pointers and perhaps some words of encouragment when that girl voiced her concern again. Usually, Nibachi was not one to trouble himself with such primitive matters, in most cases, he would just have gotten up and left. Today, however he needed peace and quiet and somehow watching kids fling kunai and hone their skills while he observed was oddly a sort of satisfying show for him to watch. A show that this kid seemed to be ruining at the present moment. Exhaling a sigh, he would rest his spear against the trunk of a tree head tilting to look at the young girl.

"As you have said, this is a coliseum." Nibachi would start letting the word linger in the air for a moment. "Many great exams have been held on these ground, fights and whatnots." The Santaru would let his eyes drift to the the shuriken hurtling towards the female and for a moment, he made to move but one of the students was faster, the resounding thunk as it bounced off his arm. He had to hide a smile at that, these really were an interesting bunch as he attempted to recollect his thoughts not quite yet done with the lecture he had been giving. "There is no perfect enviorment to conduct the work of a shinobi be that training or somethng more complex. You adapt to the situation and you make do with what you have. For a place known to host exams and the such, a simple kunai training session you three have going on here should hardly harm anyone."

Well, not most of them. The pink-haired one could work on his aim a little bit. The one he had handed the projectile to showed promise and as for the kid who was irking him, Nibachi had yet to see what she was capable of. Her name was quickly offered, ah, so they were doing introductions now? "Santaru Nibachi." The man replied blinking as he filed the girl's away for reference. He probably would forget later on, there were so many of them, he didn't know how the Academy kept track.
 
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Daisuke was pleased, though not visibly, as the pink haired boy seemed to take to the challenge. He was even more pleased when his invitation demonstrated the difficulty of the task at hand – though the mad shuriken flight towards the girl was not exactly what he had anticipated would happen. Maybe inviting others to train at the same level as he was a mistake, clearly this one was not quite in total control of his chosen trajectory. Before the sigh could even escape the Minamoto’s lips, a bright burst of blue energy filled his vision as the pink haired boy vanished and reappeared in a split second, just in time to catch the shuriken with his now apparent prosthetic arm. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow at the sudden use of a transportation technique, though his mind was not as caught off guard as it could have been, in a sense the scene he had witnessed was slightly familiar.

His eyes darted towards the girl in that moment, she seemed rather unaffected by the potentially lethal projectile that had been sailing towards her but a moment before. In fact, she seemed to take the extra attention in her stride as she began to monologue towards her impromptu audience. Daisuke listened carefully to the speech while also observing the girl’s almost overzealous movements, he had to wonder if she was always like this or if this situation in particular had brought her into the mindset of a performer on stage. But instead of engaging, he said nothing and continued with his silent observations. The student would have rolled his eyes if he weren’t too focused on watching the unpredictable movements of the girl. But he did take a moment to speak; “your flamboyancy draws too much attention; it may compromise you if you do not control it for a mission.” Daisuke’s philosophy for life as a shinobi was the polar opposite to that of the girl before him, he wished to draw as little attention as possible – he detested flare in any form.

It didn’t quite surprise Daisuke that the adult present agreed with his logic. There was a slight wave of relief that passed over him, the Minamoto boy had not wanted to further justify his decisions, and thankfully the man – now revealed to be Santaru Nibachi, had explained all that needed explaining. Hopefully there would be no further questioning from that point onwards. All the boy needed to do now was to introduce himself, to which he did quickly and bluntly. “Minamoto Daisuke.” He nodded generally towards the group as a whole in formal greeting before turning back towards his training apparatus.

“Considering there are three of us here, it would be fitting to train together. Training with others can be more beneficial than training alone. And we have appropriate supervision. Do you two feel capable of that?” His eyes darted between Tanken and Hanako for a few moments before looking over towards Nibachi for some sort of approval or instruction.

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Hanako, as the girl introduced herself, seemed to not care at Tenken’s near-disastrous throw in her direction, something than Tenken himself was happy to let go as he would work on it later. He knew he wasn’t the best shinobi out there, and had lots of improvement to do. He also knew no one get perfection right out of the Academy. They trained him to learn the basics and then use those to build, not to be the best in the world. Every day was learning.

As the girl finishes her little monologue, something Tenken mostly missed but was thankful for drawing eyes off him, the other two follow it up. The old man, Nibachi, correcting things and explaining them quite well. The younger male, Daisuke, only giving his name before offering to train together. Normally, Tenken would jump at the chance to train.

But his ripped pants posed an issue, and the senbon would do a short job of holding it, but too much rigorous movement would work that free or even rip the pants further. He could just doff his jacket and tie it around his waist…except his shirt under it was a little too form fitting and would show off the female curves under.

“Nanashi Tenken. And I can…but I obviously can’t move around too much. I don’t want to go showing the entire village what kind of underwear I’ve got on.” Perhaps something like what they’d seen, standing still and trying to hit targets without seeing them. That sounded good.
 

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The look that Hanako gave Daisuke could kill. How dare he speak ill of her flamboyant nature. A show woman was not supposed to hide in the shadows and meekly sit by, one was supposed to embrace the spotlight. Besides the less missions she had to go on the better, they were just so boring.

”I suppose I could do some training, it wouldn’t hurt to bring some flair into your life after all. Unless you are worried that I might endanger you with my awesomeness. If you wanted the spot light all for yourself I can understand that.” To much flambountness, what kind of crazy pills was he taking.

She looked at Tenken ”I could always loan you my skirt, I am wearing leggings under it after all. But I doubt you would like to wear it. It really wouldn’t go well with the rest of your clothes.” She had been very poignant to not mention the underwear on display. It wouldn’t hurt her to make more friends in the village, you never know when you need a friend to get into trouble with after all.

It went against her beliefs to train in public but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. She needed to get more skills if she was ever going to get out of the academy. She wasn’t sure she would make it out of the academy at this rate, she might just die from boredom in there. All those classes about trying to be stealthy and fighting. It was just so barbaric. Who would really want to beat up each other for fun after all.

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He looked between the three as if trying how to juggle how he felt about this. Truth be told, Nibachi didn't exactly fancy watching over a group of children and judging from some of the more interesting personalites present, he was sure one of them would flare up sooner than later. However, it was appropiate of him, the Santaru thought to make sure none of them did anything remotely foolish, his gaze stopping on the young girl for a moment. Her speech had a way of irking him, there was just something about it. Perhaps a little training excercise would do her good and that alone convinced Nibachi perhaps it would not sucha bad thing to stop and watch. He shrugged his shoulders leaning his back against the rough bark of a tree taking shelter from the sunlight underneath the low hanging branches.

They could sweat and toil out there, Nibachi would be as comfortable as he could get while making sure none of them ran each other through. "Fine by me, just use your head, be civil and I think we will all get along just perfectly well." For some, it might seem like the spear-toting shinobi hardly gave a qualm about the task at hand but really, it was quite the opposite. He just did thing out of necessity and as far as he saw it, he was just there to make sure they didn't wound up bleeding out or something. Daisuke, he wasn't as worried about, he seemed to have a fair grasp of how to handle himself. It was the other two he would have to keep his eye on.

One of them was either naturally clumsy or just tripped on everything within sight and as for the other, she was just..there. "Once you all are done here and you don't irritate me, there's a nice little manju stall shop around the corner." Those steamed buns were heaven and coupled with the red paste, it was the best sort of bread Konohgakugre had to offer. However, they would be getting none of it if he had to move from his leaning position. The rough texture of a tree's trunk was oddly comforting somehow. Still, Nibachi supposed he should display that he had at least a miniscule amount of interest in what they were doing.

"How about you all work on your teamwork a bit? I'd say some of you need it."
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