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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A Second Discovery

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It was three days before the World Martial Arts Tournament. It had been raining most of the morning and the cool drizzle turned into an icy pelting rain as the sun dipped below the distant horizon. The first group of spectators, participants and merchants had already arrived these past few days so the usual hum of this bustling, industrial community had grown mildly erratic. Change does that to everyone, alters their routines and befuddles them. There were guards sprinkled throughout the city, their presence was obvious. Perhaps it was a statement being made by Tea Country that they were able to afford personal protections from varied mercenary and/or shinobi groups. They seemed unhappy if one were to discern joy or a lack thereof from their stance, but the whites of their eyes seemed to glint as they watched the droves of people -- shinobi and civilian alike mill about busy urban streets of Kurosawa.

This body would be discovered by a traveling shinobi from Otogakure, a proper appearing young woman who was by all appearances in her early twenties with long dark hair that reached almost her ankles. She donned the regalia of a Chuunin, wearing loose-fitting pants and a Chuunin's vest. She stood at about five foot seven but beyond that her appearance was unremarkable. She contacted two shinobis monitoring the northern border of Kurosawa at 1052 pm. She was carrying a dead body over her shoulder. She claimed that the body was found 'several miles' north on the side of the road. She stated that she had been carrying his body for about four hours. She did not appear to be particularly fatigued, in fact her size belied her strength.

The victim:

A male, well most of a male. It is estimated that he was in his late teens. Defensive wounds could be seen on his forearms. His face was bruised, jaw and right orbital socket fractured. His chest was punctured, the sternum removed, clavicle and ribs broken. His heart was missing. The blood was dried, well coagulated. Some of the blood was washed off from the rain, as if the environment itself had washed away some of the evidence. The victim lacked identification but his clothes were customary for northern farmers. His hands were calloused. His boots were leather and well-worn, the soles had no ridges and were paper thin. His pants were a jean-cloth, the pockets were empty. His shirt, what was left of it was a flannel button down shirt that was thread-bare. Beneath was a plain white shirt that had seen better days even before it was ripped apart.

The woman was taken to Kotodama Keep for questioning. She was compliant.

The body was taken to Trinity General Hospital.
 

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The body arrived the next morning at 946 am at the Trinity Hospital morgue. The body was bagged and tagged by the samurais who first encountered the body and they would verbally relay what they saw and experienced with the medical examiner. (Meaning the information above is known to any interested Medic that decides to take this solo mission prompt.) The samurais did a decent job, the body was neatly placed in a white zippered bag and the tag read "Victim #2". His right great toe would bear a matching tag. You would notice several things about this young man that the samurais would not.
  • Rigormortis has expired, meaning that this man has been dead for two or more days.
  • Livor mortis is posterior, he was positioned supine at the time of his death.
  • His heart was missing, most of his blood volume was already depleted. The young man was likely still alive when his heart was removed.
  • There is a strange seal on his body: استبعاده
  • There is no chakra in this body but there is a faint trace of natural energy, it appears to be corrupted in a strange manner however (cursed/dark).

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This is a Medic Solo Mission Offer. Feel free to dissect this body, you are free to know/learn anything mentioned in the first and second post. You can receive up to your rank in rewards IF you meet the criteria for the mission reward. So if you are an S Rank player and you write enough for a B Rank reward, that is what you will be rewarded. If you are a C Rank player but you write a small novel, you will still only get C Rank rewards. Any Medic from any village is able to take this mission.
 

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The Sound shinobi was brought to Kodama Keep after the body was relinquished to the samurai hired by Tea Country. She would arrive shortly after midnight and she was told she was to spend the night in one of the offices. A pair of samurais would guard the door. The Oto-nin would never protest or offer a complaint. She would sleep the night in a plush leather chair. The next morning would come and she would still be there, she would not rise with the sun but she would rouse when someone knocked on the office door or entered. As an ANBU there are a number of things about her that you could learn.
  • Her name is Danuja, she would not give a surname.
  • She is from Otogakure, she refuses to share the location of Otogakure.
  • She is a Sound Chuunin, she studies under Master Mitsuhide's apprentice Matsuo.
  • She is not participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament, her Sensei is. She is there to watch her Sensei's display.
  • She was traveling alone when she heard a sound off to the side of the road. There she came upon the deceased. He was dead but he was still screaming so she removed his heart. He then stopped screaming but they always do when she does that.
  • She has his heart wrapped in a cloth in her belongings. The heart is still beating.
  • She warns them that "the dead rarely do as they should. It is best to remove their heart or cut off their head before they take you." She would refuse to elaborate.

She would be freed later that day, after being questioned regardless of your recommendation and their assurances. Apparently Matsuo Yasha has more pull than one would expect. Considering how densely populated Kurosawa is for the tournament, she would not be found before the start of the tournament.
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This is an ANBU Solo Mission Offer. Feel free to question her. She will share with you the above. you would have knowledge of what happened in the first post as relayed to you by the samurais. You would not know the Medic's findings unless you meet up with the Medic at a later time and share notes. You can receive up to your rank in rewards IF you meet the criteria for the mission reward. So if you are an S Rank player and you write enough for a B Rank reward, that is what you will be rewarded. If you are a C Rank player but you write a small novel, you will still only get C Rank rewards. Any ANBU from any village is able to take this mission.
 

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OC: Taking the ANBU one as it was not taken.

IC:

Newspaper was taped to the window and a heavy blanket was hung over a curtain rod. The room was pitch black because she hungered for the darkness. It was a gnawing desire that made it difficult... difficult to think. She had isolated herself in this hotel room 32 hours ago, her instructions for the receptionist were concise. One. Do not allow ANYONE into her room. No friends, family, employers or staff. Two. Convey any shinobi message that has been sent over the radiowaves via telephone only. Three. If she requests that her first rule be broken, to incarcerate her. She had left a name, well a pair of names with the receptionist, men she felt might best her in a fight. She hoped they could in any case.

Ring! RING!

The phone was ringing. She had recently received a call regarding a poisonous cloud that had created an epidemic in the city. Officials were seeking shinobi assistance in herding the lovelorn, love-struck and sexually aggressive denizens. She had planned to ignore it, she could not trust herself out there. Out there with them. She was sweating and the hunger pangs had because nausea. She would reach for the phone in the darkness, feeling her way there in the dark along the edge of the bed-stand. The phone would ring thrice more before her hand gripped the receiver and pulled the phone to her ear.

"What," she snapped before she found herself. "I-I mean... Hello?"

The voice on the other end sounded like a bored receptionist, younger than the one she had previously instructed. She could hear the snap of gum between her sentences. She gave Michi a brief description of the mission offer and then hung up abruptly before Michi could state a rebuttal. Another mission offer to ignore, she needed to concentrate, perhaps meditate but the darkness left her with only her thoughts and they had gone awry. She was hungry and every fiber of her being yearned for a meal. The darkness made no difference, a part of her knew that it would not work. She wondered how long she could last, months, weeks, days? There was no recorded findings because every known Ancient and Hybrid recorded was housed within Wind Country's borders. She could not sit here forever but she did not know if she could trust herself out there. She would stand, it would take some effort, she felt wobbly and weak. The lights would be blinding in contrast to the dark void she had been staring into for the last day and a half.

She heartily rejected the fact that a distraction would effectively deter her hunger but she could not sit around like this until the consequences of her hunger broke her will. She would leave, first to Kodama Keep and then to the city she reasoned. Kodama Keep rarely allowed outsiders within their walls, so she was certain more could be gleaned from there than dealing with the mating rituals of foreigners and domestics in the streets. It would not be long before she arrived, unlike most women it did not take her long to get ready. Her short bob finger combed and a clean tank over a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants and a pair of heavy boots kept her non-distinctive and uninteresting. That was how she liked it. She would be slowed in the streets of course by the people. There were so many of them. Were there always so many. She reached towards one and then she stopped, mentally she rebuked the moment of weakness. It was only a little bit further, only a little bit more until she reached Kodama Keep.

She would reach the Keep in under an hour. Met by a pair of guards, samurais both of them, they flanked her and led her inside. She slowed her gate and glanced to either side, as she did so a stern expression would come over one of the samurai as he placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her along. "Not a tourist attraction," he grumbled as he pushed her into an elevator and set the button for the third floor. She eyed the buttons, curious if she could get away with bumping the second so that the doors might open and reveal what was there but one of the samurais, the same who made the earlier comment stood between her and the floor buttons. There was of course elevator music but that did not make the shared space any less awkward as they traveled in silence. The seconds of travel felt like several minutes before they arrived. It was a large office and reception space. She would be led to a corner office that was also guarded.

There was a brief exchange between the samurai, one that she could not hear over the high-pitched ringing in her ears. Her head ached and her sight was getting blurry. She tried to shake it off, and oddly enough it worked even if her head was pounding at her temples.

She would knock on the door as she entered. She would see a pair of legs hanging off the side of an armchair. They would kick upward as she entered and rotate before they touched the floor. "Oh, you're there. Finally." A low, feminine voice would sibilate. Michi would of course pause at the door and look back at the guards who were non-verbally shooing her in. "Don't worry dear, I don't bite... much," she let out a laugh. "I have much to do and little time to do it, the tournament is only two days away," she lamented as she pulled herself away from the comfort of the armchair, her back to Michi still.

"Are you a participant in the tournament?"

"Ha! Nooo~" She answered almost derisively. "Not me. Not me. My sensei yes," she clarified.

"You're a student?" She looked a bit too old to be a student any longer.

"Yeah, yeah..." She turned around and eyed Michi. "Oh ho-ho-ho..." she pointed and let out a bit of a laugh. "Look at what the cat dragged in."

Michi raised a brow at the statement, she looked[/] fine.

"Starving, eh?" The woman moved closer as if to get a better eye on her. "What a dam curious thing you are."

She was starting to feel uneasy under this strange woman's gaze, she knew or she saw something. She did not know which, but she was quite aware of the fact that Hybrids differed on a biological level from humans. The changes within her she had not yet explored. "We are not here to discuss me," Michi answered with a terse tone. "I just need to know something about you."

She scoffed. "Tit for tat my dear. Name for a name. Place for a place. A face for a face. Knowledge is power after all," she replied with an eerie confidence.

"Name." She was not here to humor the woman.

"Show me yours and I will show you mine, it is only fair," she sang with a sly smile on her face.

"Fuu."

"Was that so hard? Danuja."

From?"

"Otogakure." There was a pause, she was not going to say anything more until she heard a reply.

"...Wind Country, near Baylos." That was her best approximation, where she had lived was gone. "Where is Otogakure?" Danuja shrugged her shoulders before she pointed left and right, up and down. "Can't say dear."

"Why are you here?"

"To watch Apprentice Matsuo's display in the tournament." Her instructor was only an apprentice? "You?"

"Followed a man," that was the truth. Danuja would smile broadly at the admission. "Ohhhh..." She took it the way that it was intended.

This would go on for some time before it would start to move in circles. There was a point where there was nothing left to share and she had found it. She would take her leave, the experience last 48 minutes. She would record her findings twice, once for her personal archives and again for theirs. Among the articles provided would be a photo-realistic drawing of the young woman. She looked good enough to eat.

WC: 1530
 

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OC: NPC is taking the Medical one. All of this information is considered to be conveyed to the Sennins of Sunagakure.

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Dr. Akira Sato, renowned children's surgeon was called to Trinity General Hospital. He was a shinobi in his youth but he had retired from the shinobi lifestyle years ago, missions being too hard on his body he served Sunagakure as a medical practitioner for the next decade. He worked as a trauma surgeon briefly but transitioned to pediatric trauma after a year. He felt the the injuries he saw in the children and the fact that the academy allowed children to serve as part of the shinobi militia as a form of child abuse at best and at the very least gross negligence. So he dedicated his career to protecting the children or at the very least attempting to put them back together. It was a rare case, accepting an adult case such as this but he, like many others, traveled here to watch this display and now with far too much time on his hands and a latent interest he accepted the call.

He was a well dressed man of forty-something years with a full had of white hair and golden eyes. On his left hand is a simple, plain wedding band and on his right a large golden ring with a sapphire gem that burdened his middle finger. He had a serious expression and said little as he entered the morgue. The room did not appear to be very sterile although it was clean, it was unlike what most lay people would expect but few considered the fact that they were already dead so infections were the least of their concerns. The body was already in a drawer, 'bagged and tagged' as some would put it. The morgue itself was not particularly large and only housed four bodies and it would appear that there of the four coolers were presently occupied. One, a previous autopsy case, the second an elderly woman whom expired earlier that day of a heart attack it would appear and then Sato's 'John Doe.'

The morgue itself had a particularly nasty stench, it was old death and a smell he knew well. It, like gangrene was something one never forgot. On topical assessment he would note that the bruising was primarily posterior, he was on his back when he died. There was the absence of one major organ, the heart. The edges were jagged, there was a lot of dried blood. The heart was beating or at the very least blood was still pumping. The body was positioned neatly, arms at the sides. It was unlikely he died in that position. He lifted an arm with ease, the body was flaccid. The street clothes were muddied and bloodied, his death was violent and that was obvious.

He would remove the garments that the body wore. His skin was in good condition, less a few defensive wounds and a need for some basic hygiene. He was not suffering from any notable integumentary issues except for a strange burn on his back استبعاده. Odd, he wondered what it meant. He did not know the meaning of the mark, it did not look like any seal he has seen before. It looked like a word in a language he did not know. He wondered if he would see these words again. He would remove the organs, weigh them, observe them. This person appeared to be in good health before he died. The cause of death was certainly murder. The only cause he could find was the extrication of his heart which was concerning because that would require an impressive strength that is uncommon even among shinobis. He would frown. There is no chakra in this body but there is a faint trace of natural energy, it appears to be corrupted in a strange manner however (cursed/dark). He could feel bile in the back of his throat, this was wrong. This was very wrong.

The autopsy was over, he did not need to see anything more. He did not even wash his hands as he removed his gloves, dropping them on the floor. His hand fumbled with his headset, it nearly fell onto the ground as he mad his call. "Can I please have the Kazekage's direct line... Yes... No... I-I need to speak with him now please." <Information conveyed as above listed to Sunahoshi Katsuo, then to the Sunan Sennins Roku and Kazuki>
 

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