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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Yuna was in her office, waiting for each requested individual to come. Her office was bare, as such is the case for someone in her position. Being the Sennin of the Anbu branch means that she has to keep all of her files separate from everything else. The Sennin office was mainly given to her as an honorary, and as per customs. Before her desk were an array of chairs. The Sennin looked at the few files that she does have on her desk and thought about what brought her here today.

As it turns out, Rei was informed by an inmate about a possible security breech that will be happening later this year. It wouldn't be thought much of it, considering that it came from an inmate, however, the history of this inmate has given some validity to the claim. The leader of the Revolutionist that fought Cloud. She has her own reservations about the leader, whilst he wasn't the one that did it, he had led the group that killed her father. If she had it her way, the man would be dead on the spot. But she knew there were complications that would go along with that. Turns out, that guy is a master tactician, and has already planned out what were to happen if he were to ever die by the hands of ninjas.

Her fingers tapped on the desk as she awaited for the arrivals. Anyone that comes into her office would see her only as a masked anbu, however, given the circumstances and location of the meeting, one could make the assumption of her rank. As for Yuna's anbu appearance, she wore a plain white mask specially made to go over her head, to cover her purple hair in its entirety, along with black anbu garb and hood.
 
It had been awhile since he had set foot in the administrative heart of Kumogakure, at least three or more years from what he could remember, probably not since he was a mere Genin like his informal apprentice. It certainly had changed much, although he had most definitely did. Walking down the numerous corridors, he felt oddly out of place, donned in his attire., especially as he walked by those in the dozens, most giving him momentary glares as they went on with their day to day tasks.He sometimes forgot the people of the village and his clan lived entirely different life styles. It couldn't be helped he supposed. All he could once he was alone was give a shrug. To say today however, was just another day would be a gross misunderstanding. For reasons he couldn't be aware, Lady Yuna had summoned him of all people, and here, of all places. A most unusual request If he ever saw one, given his station, or lack of one. As far as he knew, he was either just another written off Genin or labeled missing....Well, he give her a little more credit than that, given her own station. From his few, handful of occasions of running into her, he knew she wasn't stupid. He could only assume she had put the pieces together.

After wandering about for ten or minutes, he eventually located the Senin's office. Staring at the door, he found himself hesitating before knocking on the door twice his first. "Anbu Sennin....Tamashi Seto is coming in." Speaking in the best neutral tone he could muster, he waited for a few moments before opening the door and stepping in before gently closing the door behind him. His eyes than scanned to the middle of the room, showing the Sennin in their ANBU attire. He knew this wouldn't be a casual briefing, but the mask did catch him off guard for a splinter of a second. Quickly regaining composure, that he had lost it, he took a few steps until he was few feet. He swung his arms to the back and joined his hand together. "Anbu Sennin....Tamashi Seto Reporting in as requested." Speaking once more in a neutral tone, he remained in his parade rest position, waiting to see what this was all about.​
 
The morning light had not yet broken when Nozomi stirred. Her small room was still wrapped in a deep haze before dawn, the kind of quiet that one could only find out in the farmlands. The world beyond her shuttered window was mist and mountain wind. For a moment, she didn’t know why she was awake. Then she saw it, a precisely folded note resting atop her bedside table.

The paper was heavy, and the ink a crisp black pressed with the seal of the Sennin’s office.

To Ryuu Nozomi,
You are requested for immediate attendance. Report without delay.
-By order of the Village Administration.

Nozomi sat up, her mind shaking the remnants of sleep like a dog shakes water from its fur. She was to report to one of the offices of a Sennin? This was not a summons that came to students, nor even to most Genin. Something inside her chest went cold immediately. Was she in trouble? She rose, dressed quickly in the greys and blues of her training uniform, tied back her pale hair, and tucked the note inside a cargo pocket next to her capsules of clay.

The village streets were still dim when she stepped out. The lamps lining the main road burned low, and a layer of fog rolled off the mountain slopes which seemed to swallow the sound of the world. Her sandals made no noise as she crossed the streets and bridges toward the structure where the Sennin’s office loomed. Tall structures where the heart of the village lay, a place that seemed to pierce the clouds themselves. She’d passed by it before, always from a distance, too intimidated to look for very long.

Today, she would walk through those doors. The guards outside said nothing when she approached. They must have recognized the seal stamped on her note and opened the tall double doors. Inside, the air was warm and faintly perfumed with incense. Paper screens filtered thin rays of light, and the quiet hum of chakra lines pulsed faintly through the walls. She knew this place was warded with chakra seals and protections layered over years.

Nozomi’s steps were careful, deliberate. She followed the hallway until she reached the Sennin’s chamber, the note clutched in both hands. When she entered, the room was not empty, and within sat two figures. One, she thought she recognized instantly. This was almost certainly the masked ANBU who confronted her within the interrogation area. They were the same height, carried the same quiet stillness, and the same controlled breath she’d sensed before in the compound. The porcelain mask was plain just like that day, and similar to the titan who fought in the arena not long ago. There was no way to be sure it was the same person, but there was something which told her it was the same presence.

The second figure was unfamiliar. A young man still, but older than her. He stood with ease in his composure beside the Sennin’s desk. His uniform bore the village crest. He must be a Genin, she realized, but not a new one. There was a stillness in his posture, the kind that came from training under pressure.

Nozomi paused at the threshold, then lowered herself into a bow to them both.

“Ryuu Nozomi, reporting in as requested,” she said, voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. She raised her head only enough to look between the two of them. “It’s an honor to be summoned.”

The Sennin’s office was nothing like she expected. She’d imagined something more lived in, with scrolls stacked high along the far wall. Yet this office seemed cold and almost unused in a sense, where the paper that was sat in stacks had dust collecting on it from not being touched. This was clearly a staging area of sorts.

Nozomi kept her eyes forward, as she had been taught.

Her mind, however, was running through possibilities. Why summon her? She was still a student who hadn’t been assigned a team, nor taken on an official mission beyond a class with her Clan Head. Could it be about her entry into the ANBU compound? Her heart sank a little at that thought.

She found her seat in front of the masked woman and folded her hands in her lap attempting to keep immaculate posture. Whatever awaited within this place, whether it be assignment, punishment, or proof of worth. She was ready to meet it head on.
 
Unlike the others, Rei had not been invited.

Not because she wasn’t needed. By all means if the leadership thought they’d need the ex-sennin there would be a request directly sent by the Raikage herself. For all intent and purposes the kunoichi was retired; and well so. Three year nightmare-coma, madness stricken at least twice, and it was clear her physical form had taken a number of beatings over the years due to everything from extreme experimentation, to viral death. Her skin was sickly pale, eyes somewhat sunken in but hidden behind her golden mirror shades. The flesh at her hands appeared taut, almost stretched against the bones of her fingers as if they had been cut off and regrown too many times. Even her gait, normally, was more in-line with someone elderly despite only being in her late thirties; the life of a shinobi having taken its toll long ago.

Yet this all didn’t mean Rei was the type of person to just, sit back and let the youth take care of everything. To those means she had deeply researched her own short-comings and found augmentation to them. Dark Chakra replaced her normal to prevent tampering with their Lycan Cure. The power to control plants and trees, ingrained into her body by the kami themselves, alleviated the aches and pains of her worn out body. So long as she kept herself tied up in moderation, the scientist could even go on for weeks without food, water, or even rest now. It was like her body had hit that “limit” people spoke of when humans normally started breaking down; but instead of stopping, Rei, was quietly transcending past it.

Rei’s “message,” came not from a cleverly placed piece of parchment, but instead a simple digital message. The morning had barely begun as her bare feet padded about her gigantic kitchen, slowly gathering the ingredients for a breakfast together. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans, and a large white t-shirt that clearly belonged to Shirokuu; with hair let loose and wild. Ever present, the golden shades covered her weary face. It was her third day awake. The question purposed by Nozomi had inflicted her with the need, to run numbers and plug them into existing theories before she could begin teaching the girl proper. After all, no point in teaching Advanced Chakra Theory when it lead to a crack-pot solution to the curse. She was already firmly stumped, and left with an idea to pull the soul of the malediction’s creator back into reality to force him to…stop it. While feasible, the logistics in actually achieving it left for wanting due to a number of factors. These ideas, however, where quietly pushed to the back of her mind as she poured a fresh cup of coffee and flicked on the oven’s broiler. Today, she planned to just relax with Shiro.

At least, until her pager hummed. A quick reflex, the little plastic box was snatched from the waistband of her jeans. A deft movement indeed to flick up her shirt and grab the vibrating thing to read the number on the screen. The first three numbers, 444, notified the level of danger followed by 2818, which told her the type of people handling it. Rei’s upper lip curled into a small snarl to see the 18, knowing that a Student was being asked into it. With a deadly calm the woman crossed the kitchen to a phone hanging on the wall, snatching it off the receiver and dialing the number she had been given. It connected to a private line outside of the KIA’s reach that was pretty much only available to herself and a handful of people she trusted. It was set up during her time as the country’s spymaster and never dismantled while she was missing despite the security risk.

The phone connected to an automated recording.
6 am. ANBU Sennin’s office. Information is sparse but the mission involves the Lycans and good help is running short these days. ANBU has been scouting the Ryuu clan lately, they might have found someone worth it but, our info is only showing that the recent generations are showing promise. Senior Ryuu shinobi staff have remained on Genin levels going steady until just recently with some promise showing in…

A list of names were given, and a number of them made her heart clutch with fear. Her newest protege aside, there was a number of names on that list that could lead to a darker future for her people if they were to die to the wanton violence the wolves were capable of. She would have to intervene. Go along at the very least, to make sure everyone made it back alive. The Lycan Virus was nothing to go against casually, and either a Genin or Student were more than susceptible to the worst parts of the lycanthrope bite.

Shiro, I’m going to head out today,” Rei yelled up into the mansion knowing her voice would carry, “Work came up.” Then, pulling the shirt up she tucked it into her jeans to reveal a pair of suspenders hanging around her waist that she slipped her arms through. At the door she slid into a pair of shoes, whipped her large coat over her tiny frame, and opened the door. The frozen morning greeted her, an ever present reminder of how close at hand winter was. Clutching her hand into a fist, the scientist dug her thumb into her palm and then flicked out a peanut-sized seed that dove into the snow with gusto. Within moments the thick petals of a giant carnivorous plant exploded from the ground and opened its maw before its creator. Deep purple petals tinted with blue veins quivered at her approach while gnarly 'fangs', resisted curling inwards. The flower’s stamen rolled out before the kunoichi, like a ramp, that she walked up and into before the petals closed back down around her. It slammed back into the ground leaving a considerable hole for the clansmen to fix…again.

Only moments after Nozomi had entered and settled herself did the entire room began to shake as if jostled by a small earthquake. From beneath Yuna’s desk, a flower bud poked its purple bud out of the concrete flooring and bloomed showing only the ex-sennin’s head. With a flat expression, she asked simply,
Mind stepping back so I can get out?” Once Yuna had done as requested, or hadn’t it didn’t really matter, Rei would use the floor to push off of and pull the rest of her body out and crawl out from under the ANBU sennin’s desk. Ever a woman for unconventional entrance, the scientist righted herself to the groans and aches of her legs before maneuvering behind the two youth before her.

What? You didn’t really think you could just send a Student and Genin after the information we got about the Lycans, and think I wouldn’t, get involved did you? In fact, I’m low-key certain you did that just to get my attention, didn’t you, ANBU-sama,” she finished with a coy smile and annoyed squint - though the latter you really couldn’t see beyond the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
 
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Forever Failure. Chuunin Flunkout. Stuttery. Scaredy-cat. Shut in. Monster. Jinchuuriki. Storm Princess...Eternal. Puppet. So many ways to describe Sayomi and all accurate and true. And just another reason she happily embraced the world that had been constructed for her within the walls of the Santaru compound where she did not have to leave. She didn't want to leave. It was clean. It was safe. Quiet. Peaceful. Her's. And for a girl who had never had so much more than her own clothing to her name growing up as a child, it was all that she could have ever dreamed. Chuunin was a dream that would never be achieved, though "technically" she achieved an equivalent rank simply by existing in the medical branch...but it wasn't the same. Not to her.

However, Yume, the snow white fox summon that Sayomi never allowed to leave for fear of loneliness, had grown bored though she was living a rather pampered life. They were both shocked to receive and official summons to the office of a high ranking official for a mission. Sayomi immediately dismissed it, but Yume needed something more in her life, at least for now. She wandered through the offices the summons directed and soon found herself where the notice was. It was rather unusual for a summon to be seen unaccompanied, so to speak, but she was quite stealthy having lived life within a ninja village, particularly with her summoner, so stealth was basically her existence as Sayomi loathed to be near other people.

Within the offices, there were two adults and a small child? Maybe one of the adults was a teenager, it was hard to tell, honestly. That was odd, though Sayomi was little more than a child to the unknowing herself. Most shockingly was how everyone addressed the woman in the seat as ANBU Sennin. More surprising still was it was the woman whom the pair had met not too long ago when Sayomi had gotten lost and refused to move out of despair. The other adult woman spoke of Lycans, another surprising development as Yume, with her fluffy tail shaking, tilted her head in confusion. "Hello? I apologize to interrupt, and it is a pleasure to see you again...but...you did summon Santaru Sayomi to this meeting for a mission...was that a mistake? The Lady Santaru has been rather inactive for quite some time and is rather, well, timid would be quite the understatement, if you would recall...." She asked rather perplexed at the nature of this meeting entirely since Sayomi should be practically considered inactive or retired after so long. Nonetheless, she carried a polite tone of respectfulness, at least in this instance for now.
 
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Daigo carefully swept the small brush across the artifact, coaxing loose grains of sand from its delicate surface. One by one, tiny crumbs of dirt tumbled onto the wooden clamp that held it in place. The artifact had been a gift from his godfather during his travels, only recently arriving in the mail. Seeing it in several broken pieces, a flicker of disappointment passed through him, quickly replaced by a rush of excitement as he realized, from the carefully written, apologetic letter, that every fragment had been included.

The letter was still lying on the corner table with the black printed words in full view:

Apologies Daigo-sama,
The artifact presented to you is rather delicate, so do not be surprised at its condition. Rest assured that the artifact is completely there.


See you at my return.


Daigo hardly noticed the artifact’s condition. What truly captivated him were the stories each fragment must have carried, journeying across the country, waiting for him to uncover their secrets.

Daigo hardly cared about the condition. What captivated him more are the stories that each piece must be carrying as it travel across the country, waiting for him to uncover.

His concentration was broken by a sharp tapping sound. He turned his head slightly and spotted a small brown bird perched nearby, a tiny scroll of parchment tied delicately around its leg.

"This is unusual. Normally such birds are used by the ANBU. Why is it here?" He thought to himself. He went toward the door to let the bird in. It was still pretty dim outside with the sun still hiding behind a faded moon.

He released the parchment from the bird's leg and began reading its content.

To Sato Daigo,
You are requested for immediate attendance. Report without delay.
-By order of the Village Administration.


Daigo sighed. He should be excited to hear such a beckoning call but why now? He glared at the metallic banner with iconic Cloud symbol embedded in the center. He hoped he wouldn't be asked to kill some pest today. He had his fill this month.

Daigo was already dressed for the day give his early start. He wore a brown overcoat draped over a simple light brown jacket, the tones complemented his brown matted hair and pristine glasses.

"Lets get this rolling" He said to himself as he began to dart out of the room but not before quickly grabbing his headband his small gear bag.



It did not take long before his hand reached for the door of the Sennin office. He was greeted by a group of individuals standing before what appeared to be the Sennin. “Am I late?” he thought to himself. He offered a curt wave, accompanied by a crescent smile, to his colleagues before turning to the Sennin and giving a respectful bow. Then he moved toward an empty seat beside a small, young girl. He took out a notebook with a quill from his coat as he wait for instruction.

[Marked For Training]
 
Yuna waited as people came pouring in, even one that she didn't invite, Yuna politely moved out of the way as Rei came out of the wood and put herself behind everyone else. There were questions, but Yuna will answer Rei's first. "You're right, I will not just be sending genin and students by themselves on such a mission. I was planning on accompanying them as well. However..." She paused, thinking about Rei. Years ago, the woman lost her daughter. Yuna remembered that she was in shambles about it and directed her anger and frustration at her. And whilst Nozomi might not be a replacement of her daughter, she might still feel like Nozomi is still in a sense, a daughter to her. "If you want, I will dismiss Nozomi right now. Perhaps, I was a little bit too hasty on that front," Yuna's voice was soft, not in conceding defeat but rather in understanding of Rei. Would Rei know secretly what Yuna was thinking of? Who knows. "As for the Genin, I am still planning on having them for this mission. They need the experience of a real battle along with time of missions and teamwork underneath their belt.. If you still feel that is not a sufficient answer then I invite you to this mission as well." She would pause before going on, "Aside from your own knowledge of the situation, I have word from my agents about movement of the Lycans. They have been intercepted by ex-revolutionists that were defending a caravan of merchants. There is one survivor, the last survivor of the draconian faction of the revolutionists. The very same that had attacked the train that started the revolution, the same that helped both Byakko and Akane on their mission to eliminate Lycans near a village. Whilst we are under no orders to bring in or punish any ex-revolutionists, with the peace deal made, we might find that this person might have first hand experience with what had happened." Yes, the peace deal. As long as their dear leader, Nara Kazeno, doesn't die by ninja hands, the revolutionists won't attack ninja anymore. Along with that, ninja are not to engage in fights with revolutionist. Such a fragile type of peace treaty. But with that said, this ex-revolutionist had helped Hon and Akane with killing a super lycan, a mutated monster that had the strength of about ten lycans, with the agility of a ninja, despite its size.

She then turned her attention to a small snow white fox that had asked about summoning Santaru Sayomi, asking if it was a mistake, Yuna would shake her head, "No it is not a mistake. I had seen her files and would merely want her to come along to act as healing and support. As mednin, I do not expect her to fight unless absolutely need to.

She would then open the floor for anyone, "You may all sit, if you have anymore questions, I will answer them as long as they pertain to the mission."
 
Rei was somewhat taken aback by Yuna’s willingness to let Nozomi go. Of all the candidates from her clan, the little blond was easily becoming top tier material for any branch of the military. She was at the perfect stage for molding, and the experience the Genin could gain here would be double for the Student. Her eyes wondered down to the child she had already earmarked as a pupil to her Chakra Theories and a simple smile graced her face,
No, that’s up to her. We’re still recovering from the war in some ways, and the lack of truly talented shinobi once again rears its ugly head. To push the youth into the waiting maw of danger was always our way of training, and we only stepped back from that recently. Perhaps it is time again we begin a harsher practice if we’re being bullied by a bunch of wolves. I will, however, also be joining regardless of her choice. I may not be in tip-top shape, but I can increase the survivability rate at the very least.

Upon hearing that the good ol’ ex-leader of the revolutionary group was still alive and helping where he could, Rei couldn’t help but be impressed. The old goat was about as damaged goods as she was, and yet he was still kicking just fine. The Sharingan was one helluva shinobi tool, clearly.

All I want is logistics,” Rei asked first, a branch of tree sprouting from the ground to hold the scientist up as she leaned back into it, “Where do we start, where is the finish marker, and aside from us, what is the back-up situation look like? Also, is there any chance we could broker help from the ex-revolutionists? This is, kinda their mess no matter which way you shake it.

The ex-sennin sat in waiting for the rest of the room to ask their questions. Her eyes remained though, not on Yuna, but on the answer coming from the snow-white fox that had asked about Sayomi. Now, there was a powerful recluse. Rei for all her willingness to leave her estate and help the common man did so with a very small amount of stamina and work arounds to keep her going. The de-facto leader of the Santaru clan was the opposite. An oncoming storm waiting to unleash landscape-changing devastation…in the body of the most timid woman Rei had ever heard of. Yet that walking nuke had enough energy to wipe off the face of the world anything thrown her way if only they knew how to aim Saiyomi. The fact that she was still considered a medical shinobi didn’t pass Rei’s notice either, and with two of those on the mission there was no possible way to fail. A small part of Rei’s heart began to lift in hope.

Could they finally solve this Lycan problem?
 
Watching the woman suddenly appear out from below, he raised a eyebrow, the scene causing a million questions to pop up in his head. Though surprised to some extent, he was more curious, given that the skills of a shinobi could as diverse as the people of the village. Of course, those questions changed once she heard her speak, first about his rank, than whatever these "Lycans" were. It was expected, given his slip through the system's crack, but that didn't mean It wasn't any less annoying. Did he even look a Genin? He was wearing battle armor from town to bottom with his short haori overneath. Granted, It was old shogunate, warring states style armor, and not the conventual outfit normal Shinobi or what the Anbu Sennin was wearing but still. He sighed internally, his eyes flashing momentarily. He knew better than to say anything. Once it rode past him, his mind returned to the Lycans or whatever the woman was talking about. It didn't take much for him however, to figure they were dangerous of some accord. It sounded something like something akin to a beast, but what beast? He couldn't say. He wouldn't take anything off the table, especially If they were Youkai or something of the assort.

None of that mattered once his eyes pierced on the mysterious woman who had decided to invite herself into this group debriefing. Compared to the other women he had seen, even the ones of the bestial variety, she took the cake with her frail, almost sickly body, along with her green hair. Subconsciously, he found himself subtly studying her, as If she was a puzzle to solve. For some reason, he found himself unable to pull away or think on something else, allowing his curiosity to get the best of him. In doing so, he was curious about the innerworkings of how her body operated, and so, he closed his eyes momentarily, to focus. Within moments, he felt something cold....yet familiar at the same time? Than it had hit him like a truck. He knew this chakra, or at least, he used to. "Lady Rei? But that's impossible...." He cited in his own mind, not stupid enough to speak it outloud. That raised even more questions than before, having met the woman on several occasions when he was n ACTUAL Genin a few years ago. He had no idea how she had radically changed in such a short period of time, but knowing how crazy this world could be, he knew better than to ponder on it for too long, especially since he was here for business.

Refocusing himself at the matter of hand, he brought his attention back to the two women speaking. Lady Rei did bring up a good point about a student being here, for what he could only assume, would be a dangerous mission, but with two Sennin on the same combat team, would this even be a issue? Besides, he knew better than most that village rank basically meant nothing. He had killed numerous men in combat, battled greater beasts and had been tortured in such a way that would have broken any mere child and survived. Looking slightly down at Nozomi, he wouldn't write her of just yet. She may hold hidden strength these Sennin don't know about. Regardless, she reminded him of Kei. He wouldn't let her perish, his over protective nature getting the better of him. He ignored the next bit of the Sennins conversation, about himself being some untested whelp. No point in saying anything. He just had to keep himself and the others alive. If he could survive taking a Daiyoukai's blast to the face, he was sure he could manage this.

What did interest him was their continual discussion about the "Lycans", which he was curious about. Of course though, they didn't really talk about the presumed beasts themselves but the threat they posed, as well as mentioning Rebels. Different area's, same issues. Killing rebels was something of a bore but important nonetheless. He never knew the village had such a problem in the first, but It must have been pretty bad If they had managed to gather this much attention. He couldn't say however, he agreed with making peace with rebels, but he wasn't the leader.

When the two finally finished speaking, giving him the chance to speak, he took it, wanting more information, so he addressed the two. ""Anbu Sennin....Lady Rei, may I inquire about what these Lycan's are, and of these ex-revolutionists? and the threat they pose? As someone who hasn't been in the system for four years, and one living in the lowlands, dealing with other affairs, I have been in the dark about recent matters considering Kumogakure's safety and the threat that they have posed. Is it safe to assume these Lycan's are beasts of a greater variety? And these rebels still pose a threat on some level?" He spoke in a clear, neutral tone, wanting to be taken serious., while still standing with her arms behind his back. He was sure to get eye rolling from the two, but he was completely serious. He hadn't kept himself to current affairs in the village, and now was a good time, since he had the feeling he would be dealing with or both threats soon enough with how this briefing was turning out. He made subtle glimpses of the others, especially the kami spirit......which gave him both the urge to kick it....and wanting to disappear. He had nothing but rotten luck with fox spirits. The last thing he needed, was another one torturing him or worse. At least compared to that, the others were normal especially If he compared them to Lady rei. They were a bit younger than he expected but he wasn't one to judge. He didn't know If he could see them as professional killers. Still, they wouldn't be here If Lady Yuna thought they couldn't pull her weight. That said, he had never met a Genin, let alone a student capable of going on a mission like this. He was a prodigy when he was at the right age for a Genin, and even than, he knew he wouldn't survive a mission like this, If It was what he thought it would be.​
 
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Though small, Yume was both incredibly skilled and impressive in her own right, though she preferred this form which was more comforting to Sayomi since it could be held and carried while her larger form allowed for use of more power in battle. Not to mention a more intimidating aura all of its own. Yume was polite and even adorable in the presence of others, but perhaps because of her own breeding and her summoners status, she was only such to people she felt of value. She was snooty and often looked down on others and, as such, hardly paid much attention to the children in the room and focused almost primarily on the two grown women. One was a sennin and the other exuded and aura that seemed to command a respect. Of course, in her mind, Sayomi was on par with any Sennin due to her status and strength of chakra and command of ninjutsu, among other things, despite her lacking personality....among other things she lacked. Of course, if it were not for a chance meeting with Yuna not too long ago, not a single person within the room would be known to her.

She listened to the others speak about Lycans, creatures that she had read about in books along with her brunette summoner with unnaturally purple eyes, but had never met one in person. The very idea of meeting one and having to face one would surely send the young lady into a tizzy of fear and inspire a fight or flight response...both which would be absolutely devastating for the surrounding area. Still, clearly the ANBU Sennin did not recognize the small fox, this much was clear, or at least it felt that way. She did not remember the name given and was just simply perusing files which must not be up to date. Still, it gave her an excuse to leave the mansion in hopes of finding a little excitement. Sure, living a pampered life of leisure was fun and all, she got to eat all the delicious food and be waited on paw and paw to her heart's desire, but she was still a very young fox and did want some adventure every now and then.

She cocked her head to the side as Yuna spoke to her, still rather in disbelief despite hearing the words for herself. "As long as you're certain, ANBU Sennin...Lady Santaru is exceptionally knowledgeable in chakra healing, though she has very little chance to use it practically, but she has researched and written much on the subject herself. However, she is very timid, unimaginably so. I must advise you to not allow her to be...shall I say...overstimulated? Even with the conditioning to keep her emotions in check, she can be easily startled and even among the Santaru clan...especially among the Santaru clan, her bloodline abilities and control over nature are said to rival even the purest and most blessed by Raiden himself..." she warned, stopping short of stating that much of her power came from the Jinchuuriki spirit of the favored companion of Raiden, the Raijuu, dwelling withinside of her. It was always rumored that Santaru might have been descended by the primary god of Kumogakure, but the fact her blood was what kept the spirit trapped inside of her rather than a traditional seal only lent credence to this.

She could feel the green haired woman's stare upon her, but she paid no heed since she did not speak to her. Instead, she began to wander away, her polite and welcoming expression gave way and grew stern as she approached the corner of the room. Anyone following her movements would see her now scolding a young girl clad in a vibrant kimono of flowers, an outfit that was clearly belonging to one with excessive wealth, or rather someone who was lucky enough to have it purchased for her. For most people, it would have stood out, but it only reinforced how little presence the girl had that even on the journey to the office, not a single person had seemed to give her notice, let alone acknowledged her existence.

Santaru Sayomi was in the room, in the corner, her gaze fixed upon the floor as if turned to stone and her skin paler than snow at the thought of having to go on a mission. She was older than the children, at least chronologically speaking, though she looked no older than a child herself, having stopped aging at 14 and appearing younger still than that, almost having changed not a hair since her academy days save for the fact she wasn't so gaunt as before, though still a overly petite in general. "Lady Santaru, you heard the ANBU Sennin yourself, you will not be expected to participate in the actual battle, you must think of your position!" she stated in a stern voice which seemed almost comical with her high tone.

Meanwhile, all the young kunoichi could do was dwell upon all the horrible things she had read about monstrous creatures and the nightmarish abilities they possessed as an infinite number of scenarios filled her head, each one more gruesome than the last. As such, she said nothing in response to her fox as fear glazed her eyes over though her facial expression remained motionless, almost dead. Yume, however, was rather fearless in stark contrast to her mistress, and did not consider much of a threat so gave very little thought to how dangerous of a mission this could be.
 
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Nozomi remained seated, back straight, hands folded neatly in her lap, but the decision had already turned over in her mind. When Yuna spoke of dismissing her it temporarily made her heart sink. Rei refused to decide for her and something eased in Nozomi’s chest. So many things in life are chosen for you, but she now had permission to choose this and it felt empowering. She rose smoothly and bowed to the masked Sennin first, then to Rei, then to the others gathered.

“Thank you for the consideration,” she said. “I would like to go.”

There was no tremor in it, no fear that wished to escape.

“I understand the risk,” she added, glancing to Rei with a brief, respectful nod.

She sat again, posture still remarkably aligned. While the masked Sennin laid out the situation, Nozomi listened the way she’d learned to listen on the farm. To pay attention to not only the words but the purpose behind them. An effort to understand the deeper meaning to things in this world. The room was still and yet carried a heavy weight to it. There were Lycan movements, a Draconian survivor, a fragile peace, and a team that did not know how to work together quite yet. When there was space for questions, she lifted her chin just enough to be seen.

“May I confirm rules of engagement?” she asked the masked Sennin.

“With the ex-Revolutionists, specifically. If we encounter them... is our priority to avoid escalation entirely, secure cooperation if possible, or disengage unless attacked? I’d also like clarity on the Draconian survivor. Are we extracting them to Kumogakure, or debriefing in place and handing them back under treaty?”

Her tone remained careful and professional. She didn’t wish to overstep her ground as she was clearly the least experienced here. She let the last sentence settle, then continued without hurrying.

“My usefulness, as I see it, will most likely be in reconnaissance and support. I can also rotate as escort for our medics and ensure they don’t get isolated. If we stagger positions, I’ll keep watch on their flanks and guide them through marked paths."

Here, she inclined her head toward the snow white fox and the corner where Sayomi’s presence pressed the air like a contained storm. “I hear your cautions and I think we shouldn't force pace on Sayomi. If she needs shielding from stimulus, I can watch for points to buffer space as needed."

Her gaze returned to the masked Sennin, then to Rei.

“If we are cut off, where do we rally? What are the signals for regrouping and full withdrawal? If survivors refuse movement do we have authority to transfer them anyway? I'd like if we had an order of priorities stated plainly."

It wasn’t challenge of authority, but it was a bold request.

She paused only long enough to turn to the young man next to her in armor, Tamashi Seto. His presence felt steadier than the others, not because he was louder, but because she felt a closeness to him. He was close to her age, though seasoned by years she didn’t yet have on this earth. A strange calm settled in her ribs when she glanced his way, like recognizing the shape of an object in a drawer before your fingers closed around it.

“Seto,” she said quietly. “It helps to stand near someone who doesn’t rattle and so I hope to be near you in battle.”

She fell quiet then, not idle, but quiet. In her head, she began to map the pieces as she was given answers. Doing her best to plot a course of action as she saw fit. Most importantly, she understood the simplest truth... those with higher rank would form the plan and she would simply have to follow orders. This was her moment to influence such decisions and would be the last time she could leave such a mark. As such, Nozomi would continue to sit and listen with perfect posture until the group was dismissed.

[WC: 672, Marked for Training]
 

Daigo hadn’t expected the floor to tremble beneath him. In seconds, thick green vines tore through the heavy concrete, cracking it apart with a violent snap. The sudden motion threw him off balance—his notebook slipped from his grasp, and he scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground. From the writhing mass of vines emerged the head of the plant, which unfurled to reveal a small, curious face. At first glance, it looked like a fuzzy blue fruit—until it began to speak.

"Mind stepping back so I can get out?" She requested. It didn't take long before the head grew into a full size body as she pushed out of the plant like woman giving birth. The woman didn't bother to introduce herself instead began to banter with the Sennin like old friends.

Daigo tapped his quill against his notebook as he tried to grasp the situation. "Who was this lady?" Daigo thought to himself. Daigo glanced at the boy sitting near him taking in his expression.

The woman and Sennin went back and forth about the relevancy of letting the Genin join the mission, ex-revolutionaries and the most exciting part -- Lycans.

So I guess there’s more to this mission than I initially thought.” Daigo thought to himself. He reached into his coat and pulled out a black spiral notebook, no bigger than his hand. Flipping through the pages, he paused at a drawing that looked like a strange hybrid of man and dog. Above it, the word Lycanthrope was scrawled in heavy black ink, and below, a brief paragraph offered a description.

Lycanthrope, a disease or curse that transmute a human being into a dog like being at the sight of a full moon.

That was all that Daigo knew about and the drawing was probably not accurate. Daigo could not help but give a toothless grin as he quietly place the book back into coat. He hope that this Lycan was more than what legends have described them to be.

The young boy named began to speak asking the same questions that Daigo was thinking about. On the other hand, the girl next to Daigo sounded more certain about what they should do. Daigo could not recall if he had met this girl in class at some point but she sounded like she had more battle experience or she could just be trying to look more confident than she needed to.

Daigo felt like the odd one out not know having any experience with Lycan or rather much battle experience. At the end of the day, he was just an aspiring archaeologist with mysticism in the mix.

"As long as I can study the Lycan in peace. I don't really care what we do." Daigo said. His lips curved into a crescent smile, subtle and knowing, as he watched the chaos unfold before him.

 
Yuna listened as the questions started to roll in. Firstly, she will address Seto this time. Beneath her mask, her eyebrows raised at the question. Surely the information was public knowledge, since all the citizens were known about what happened after the ceasefire. Nevertheless, Yuna would take a deep breath, before speaking, "The history of the rise of lycans, came only a shot period of the revolutionists. But to fully understand the lycans and the revolutionists, we have to look back before even the Holy War with Tenouza. Back before the war, Cloud had a shortage of personnel who could wield chakra, even less could do so effectively. There was an operation to do whatever it takes to find chakra gifted individuals throughout Lightning Country. The Village would scout out for promising children whom have awakened to the power of using chakra. In the best of terms, we would walk away with the kid. Sometimes had to pay the parents. And in worst case scenarios, if the child has been shown to have a strong bloodline or core ability and the parents or guardians don't want to separate from their children, then we would kidnap them."

She paused before going on, "After the Holy War, chakra surged through the lands of Lightning Country. Many people who have harbored a dislike or hate for Cloud now have found themselves with the same very power that we ninja have. But unlike any other hostile takeover, every single one of these people who fought against Cloud had a personal vendetta against the Village. Whether it be that they lost a loved one, or they had lost everything. This was the driving force behind the revolution against Cloud." She took a pause, a deep breath, nobody except for probably Rei would know how much that this has been eating Yuna on the inside, but even still, her voice never wavered, nor lost its professionalism, "Not all, but a big enough force of the Revolutionists, fought the cloud ninja, kidnapping them as Cloud has done to many people in the past. This faction, known for their draconian methods and actions, used the blood of the late Pope of Tenouza, along with a Chimera ninja from Cloud. This mixture was the base to create the Lycans."

The Chimera ninja in question was her father. But she pushed those thoughts aside as she handed Rei a set of files. "The files that are being passed around is a full report pertaining a mission that one of my anbu operatives and two main branch ninja were sent out on a couple years ago." The files would obviously not have Hon's actual name, but rather his code name, Byakko, along with everyone's full account on dealing with a lycan problem. "A couple thing to note from the files, the lycans act like a standard wolf pack, so expect them to act similarly to wolves, with the glaring exception that the are humanoid and can at the very least wield weapons. The next thing to note is that there was a mutated lycan. Stronger than the others, more durable, bigger but also just as agile as a ninja. Along with that..." Yuna looked at Rei, "We have had sources tell us that there could be possibilities of few lycans to do things that they were able to do when they were presumably a ninja. And lastly, one account of a Lycan speaking."

Looking back at Seto, "As for the revolutionists... So far, in these past few years since the ceasefire, there hasn't been any fighting between ninja and revolutionists. And only one recorded event of both working together," She points the files about the previous lycan termination mission. "I do suspect that this last survivor might come and help us out. But if things start to get out of hand, do not expect that he would lay his life down for us."

It was a lengthy explanation for Seto to have a grasp of the situation, but hopefully it also answers some other untold questions that people may have. Turning her attention to Rei, she would then answer her questions, "For places to start, we will rendezvous with a team of my operatives at the base of the mountain. We will survey the area where the attack was last at and then track them from there. As for back up goes, I have two other anbu teams other than the rendezvous team, at key points on the mountain along with one mednin for each team. They are to all contact each other at random intervals and to contact me at random intervals to ensure their own safety, along with battle readiness in case things go south. And help from the ex-revolutionists would most likely be restricted to the lone survivor. My agents haven't seen much other foot traffic coming on or off of the mountains. But I do have a feeling that he will come around to help, at the very least to kill as much lycans."

Yuna then turned her attention to Nozomi, whom made a lot of good points that she would have to address, "For the draconian survivor, we shall attempt to work with him. The previous files suggests that he would be willing to work with us, especially since we have the same goal in mind. Afterwards, as long as he plays nice with us, then we will let him go on his way. As I said before, even though we are technically no longer enemies, and I do trust him in the sense of how I think he is going to act, the one thing that is uncertain is if he decides to leave us if it starts to get tough out there."

"We will attempt to rally back at the area where the caravan was attacked, that is where the nearest anbu team will be, the one that will escort us there. And as said before, all of them and I have random check in times. If anyone fails to answer, one team will be dispatched to come and help out. And unless I am missing something here, I am the only sensor ninja that will be in this group. Chigokai, I hear blood flows. Any living creature within a few hundred meters of us and I will know. So I will tell us if there will be any trouble coming in ahead of us or not. And as for survivors, we will attempt to rescue."


She stopped talking and looked around the room. "I know that this must be a lot to take in for some of you, and it is. Ultimately, it is your decision of if you want to come onto this mission. Rei, Nozomi, and I believe Daigo, are all going. What say you, Tamashi Seto and Santaru Sayomi?"
 
Giving the Anbu Sennin his full attention, he found himself a tad surprised of everything he missed, from the Revolutionists themselves, to the Lycan, whom seemed to be nothing more than a byproduct in their war against the village. From how she put it, It was pretty straight forward and easy to understand. It was clear she wasn't giving him all the details, only hand picked ones. That was fine in his book. It wasn't as If he knew everything his own clan. The mention of the old kidnapping program and the Tenouzan War brought up old, vague memories, which felt almost like a eternity ago. He couldn't remember much, besides for the assault on his keep and the awakening of his eyes, and by extension, father and their forces being away during the incident. On the other hand, he had remembered the Pope of Tenouza, albeit barely, only remembering a few mentions of the man by a few veterans. Hearing mention of the old kidnapping program however made him remember reading about it in the old archives of his family's keep, or at least, from his clan side of thing. While he himself, wasn't around obviously for the negotiation, to decide whether or not he had any say in the matter, he knew his clan wasn't exempted from it, If only in the traditional sense. Due to his lack of administration and politics skills, as well as a litle history, there wasn't much he understood about this matter, much less be able to read in-between the lines. All he knew was when the Shogunate was killed, and many of the clans that supported him, were destroyed or forced into exile or something like that, his father had made numerous moves to keep their clan loyal to the village first, and the Shogun second, which ended up resulting in their clan being spared. Of course, he also remembered vaguely reading about his father making a deal with the Raikage to supplement the village with all those who possessed strong genetic or chakra abilities, so in a sense, he was always on the list. That didn't explain howe the hell he fell through the cracks after graduating the academy but there was no time to think about it now.

A few moments later however, and he found himself peering over at Lady Rei, and the folder she had been offered. Even though his superior had given him, and by extension, everyone, a generalized statement of what was presumably in the file, he still found himself wanting to read the file himself, not out of mere curiosity, but in case she had decided to leave anything out. He was sure she had her reasons, but any intel could potentially be useful. He wouldn't ask however, he wasn't foolish enough to do so, given his rank. Again, he knew better. If he would be allowed, either Lady Yuna or Lady Rei would simply hand it to him, and that simply wasn't the case at the moment. His mind came running back to the Lycan as soon as the Anbu Sennin began painting a large picture of what these beasts were and how they functioned. Despite the danger they posed as a beast of great respect, there was a part of him that was looking forward to meeting them on the battlefield. It wasn't too often he was challenged after all. Due to Kei with being him, he wasn't able to bring down that Roen, a massive lion-tiger hybrid of a beast, a while back. At least, he got to make a large fur scurf of sorts from cutting it's tail.

He returned his focus back on the Anbu Sennin when she turned back to his direction, staring him down in her mask. He nodded along in understanding, as she explained the unusual peace between them. By the time she reached the end, he found himself slightly confused, causing him to raise a eyebrow. Peace with rebels? Insurgents? That was a new one in his books. Whenever he came across said scum in his clan's lands, he would eliminate them or capture them without a second thought. Leaving them alone just....screamed a security risk his book, but Lady Yuna was the one in charge of village security for matters like this. He wasn't about to question her, especially when he knew he didn't have all the intel to move on such an action. He made another slight nod at her before she turned to Lady Rei once more, remaining silent as required.

Once he heard the actual mission briefing, as explained to Lady Rei, he had no strong opinion on the matter. Straight forward and simple perhaps, but It was sound enough for him to agree with, and for the others to understand. He was curious about team composition though. He was a Genin in rank, but he could fill just about any role with his diverse skill pool. He could even be a medical nin If the situation called for it, even If he hadn't had many chances to use said abilities on others. It had come in handy when often found himself banged up however. He had no idea who this "draconian" survivor was when Lady Yuna turned to he Genin next to him, but he'd figured he find out once they were in the field.

Than came what he hadn't been expecting. He was being offered a way OUT? As If it was optional? As If the mission was a optional thing? He froze in place for a moment there, his eyes blinking twice as his mind struggled to understand what she was saying. Why would he decline? To walk away from his duty? He lived his entire life dedicated to the sword and the duty it command from him. Walking away would shatter the vow he and his clan made long ago. He was a warrior of Kumogakure and a defender of the people of this country. He would not simply back away because It was difficult. If anything, his warrior blood boiled as a result, as determination filled his eyes, daring anyone to challenge his conviction. "You specifically requested my presence no? Under my obligations to my clan and Kumogakure, I have no reason...nor choice to object in this matter, Anbu Sennin. Use me as you see fit." He kept his focus and determination on the Anbu Sennin for a few more lingering moments, waiting for her to challenge him. His duty and commitment to the village would not be challenged. He wouldn't allow it, nor would he allow himself to be treated as a child worth protecting. Unlike the one next to him, he already had blood on his hands, having taken the lives of numerous people before, and having battled to the near death, being close to death's door on more than one occasion. It was simply a impossibility for him to go back to the way he was before. He was a cold blooded killer and there was nothing he could about it but accept what he was now.

Afterwards, having taken a long breath before releasing it in a loud exhale, he had remembered what the little one had said to him. Looking down her, she instantly reminded him of Kei again, and his need to harden him, to prepare for the cold world this world could be at times. His protective nature over those young still rung true in his body and mind, not wanting the youth to experience what he did. Finding a balance was something of a conflict within himself, but that couldn't stop from giving the student some advice, although he was sure she'd take it as him being too brutal. He made a faint smile as he spoke, trying his best to break the face he had just made, and failing miserably at it. "I may have not have much experience in being a shinobi, but as a warrior, I've been in more engagements than most, especially those of my age. Standing before death as a normalcy is a good way to prevent rattling....Of course, one shouldn't look for death unless they have no choice in the matter....." He whispered those words towards her before returning his focus back on the two Sennin. He meant what he said, and he hoped she could take away what she needed, though he could simply see her shrugging it off. It wasn't unusual for those in the village to call him crazy or out of touch with the times. Perhaps that was true, but he wouldn't change himself for the world. He sigh afterwards, quietly to himself as he waited for orders. "The battlefield may be chaotic and merciless, but while I still draw breath, I won't let you or anyone of our comrades to fall in battle, not while I'm still able to fight....Leaving a comrade to die by themselves is a fate worse than death itself...." He said those lowered, almost hushed words towards Nozomi, even as he kept his focus on the two women Infront of him. He was sure to get backlash If any one of them opened their mouths, given the life and responsibilities as a Shinobi, but his honor as a warrior, future leader and a informal sensei simply wouldn't allow it....​
 

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