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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Kanmuri

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How long had it been since he had lost his tears? What was once a freezing desert blanketed in darkness was now becoming a sparse land with a rising sun. The ten year old was alone, barely clothed, confused, but most of all, he was full of overflowing gratitude. Curled up in a ball, the young child was motionless and seemed to be staring off into the distance. But to anyone who happened to witness the scene from the very beginning, they could tell that the boy was still crying. Simply put, his body was just unable to create tears anymore. The child no longer had family. He had no place to return to, and no one to care for him. Before he met Akkuma, the Kyoujoran accompanied him even despite their tortuous usage of his body. But now, he was feeling something he hadn’t felt before, one of the worst feelings a human could ever feel, insufferable isolation. Despite his growling stomach and pounding headache, his sorrow and despair overpowered his biological desires. So the young boy lied in the desert sand until he could lie no more.

Hours had passed, and the Sunan sun was now beaming with full force. The grains of sand tinged and burned at the boys’ skin, but white-haired boy either didn’t seem to mind or could not feel the pain at all as he continued to lie on it barely clothed. Though, a new feeling would instantly cause the boy to flinch and jerk. A sensitive, slimy feeling danced and twirled on his lower back, and that feeling would begin to quickly increase in number. Scrambling to all fours, Kanmuri would wipe his lower back and turn behind him--looking for the source of his discomfort. To his surprise, he’d see two desert wolves, one male and its companion, female. Instinctually, Kanmuri lowered his knees and looked to grab his weapons only to find himself dangerously unarmed. The ten year old knew of desert wolves; they were a hostile bunch, so hostile in fact, that a good lot of desert wolves are expelled from the pack for their overly-aggressive behavior. These two could be of those variant, but after staring at the beasts’ eyes, Kanmuri relaxed. They weren’t feral...in fact, he looked more feral than they did. Only a foot shorter than the boy, the wolves jumped around him and nudged him with their snouts. They seemed almost like they wanted him to follow them. He was hesitant; he had to be out of his mind. These wolves couldn’t be asking him to follow him. What kind of conclusion is that? Definitely one that was far from logic, but in a world full of elemental gods, hybrids, and superpowered human soldiers. Was it really? It was for Kanmuri, and so he resisted...that was until his human heart was melted and swayed by the licks and kisses of these wolves.

“Alright! Alright! Stop! I’ll go! Great Mother Suna, you guys are persistent...sheesh.” Kanmuri protested in defeat. Almost immediately, the dogs stopped and began to run forward before turning around--essentially urging him to catch up to them. With a shake of his head, the half-clothed boy would begin to walk over the hot desert sand behind the guidance of these two desert wolves.

And so, an important chapter of his life would take place. He’d find the owners of the wolves, a new family of nomads--people who he could sense a connection with. They raised him, taught him of their history, his ancestry and the latent power he held within. Over time, he would gain more control over his new power, gain favor with the nomads, and soon become one of, if not, the strongest of the group. Despite his relative young age, he would be called to meetings, discussions, and learn more of the nomads’ history, ideology, and values. They would shape Kanmuri as he grew over the years, and when he decided to return to Sunagakure, the elders of the group did not resist. Instead, their blessing was given and marked on his face symbols of his strength, status, and character.

Kanmuri would be returning to Sunagakure a new creature.
 

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