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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Private blind date at the night club?! (Midori and Kazan)

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Okay, so Yuna had an idea. A reckless one, but an idea. She had just recently got word that Midori was back. And she had seen the way Kazan looked at the tall woman before. It's just that she never really put much thought into it until her own brain was rewired to that of the Empath.

While both, Kazan is still Sennin, and Midori was once, a Sennin, they both had clearance to know who Abyss is under the mask, though she doesn't know if they actually had the time or even knew about her as Yuna. But either way, Yuna felt like she had an idea coming to mind. A smile played on her lips as she would send a message to both Kazan and Midori, there were slight differences to the wording used for both recipients, but they would both recieve a letter from none other than Abyss.

Both would see that the contents of the letter would say that there was a man, for Midori, or a woman, for Kazan, that has had a particular interest in them and that Abyss has set up some connections to have a blind date at one of the few night clubs that could be found around Cloud Village. Both would also see in the note stating that they'll need to dress nice for tonight.

But once they get there, they wouldn't see Abyss around the nightclub at all, no mask, no anbu clothing, just what seems like regular people, both citizens and shinobi alike, enjoying themselves and partying.

Yuna herself was at a bar where a barista was tending to her, making a sweet tasting mixed drink for the woman. She is wearing a stunning sparkling purple dress with crystal earrings and steel bracelets. This was, in fact, a gift from Kitsune, telling Yuna that she needs to take some time off from trying to work herself to death. So here she is, causing some good type of mischief with two people that she knows but doesn't know a thing about her. She would take a sip of her mixed drink as she waited for the two love birds to make their entry.
 
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As a woman who has done so much for the village already, when she got this letter from abyss Midori already knew that it wasn't really her. While the abyss may have had a softer side, it was kind of unlikely that she would be setting up something like this. For all she knew, this could be some kind of trap but she doubted it given the nature that the letter mentioned that there was a man for her… She wondered why the person would use an alias, however maybe this man she was supposed to meet probably looked like someone from the feratu clan which, if you saw one of them, they were famous for not being the best looking vampires within lightning country. They mostly lived in sewers, mostly practicing blood jutsu with rats but this wasn't about if the person she was meeting was ugly or not… It was mostly that curiosity got the better of her.

Of course, it didn't help that her sister was the one that brought her the letter claiming it could be a richer powerful man even after addressing her concerns. She informed her that the worst possible outcome would be they are food or she could escape! After all they are immortal so dating a mortal was one of the top 30 things a vampire should do (it's 28 in the list.) So after some peer pressure from BOTH her sister as well as her mother, she dresses up in all black since it was supposed to make her look a bit more thinner. It was a simple outfit choice really with a shiny black dress, cropped wool coat and black heels. She also decided to go with black lipstick instead of her signature red but she still wore her large hat since it made the outfit look better. Picking up the letter again, she would read it to hopefully find where she was supposed to meet this mysterious man..

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The night air was chilly as Midori walked down the streets of the entertainment district. Carrying her purse, she looked around as the glowing lights of Susukino District spilled across the floating streets like liquid gold.

Music from a dozen clubs overlapped into a chaotic orchestra... Jazz trumpets from one rooftop bar, thundering bass from a nightclub two bridges away, and the distant dramatic singing of someone clearly taking theater practice far too seriously. Couples laughed as they wandered between restaurants, merchants called out about late-night desserts, and somewhere nearby someone shouted something about “absolutely not paying for another illusion cocktail.”

Midori adjusted the brim of her large hat as she walked.

She was tall enough that most people parted around her naturally, though a few still did double takes since she was a 9 '5 tall pale woman who was just walking around looking like something straight out of folklore. Between the hat, the coat, and the severe black dress, she looked less like someone on a blind date and more like someone about to either attend a funeral or start one.

She unfolded the letter again while walking beneath a glowing lantern to find the location. Her eyes lifted slowly as a nightclub in particular came into view. Lumbering over to stand in the back of the line, while squinting at the letter wondering who could've written this “Zis is eizer a really vague attempt at romance or an extremely polite azzassinatiom attempt..”

She considered her options.

Option one: go home and tell her sister the man tragically fell into the clouds before they could meet.

Option two: investigate.

Curiosity, as usual, won.

With a quiet sigh, she advanced to the front of the line. Meeting up with a bouncer who was looking up at her in shock, she would bend down slightly. Meeting the bouncer at eye level, giving him a warm smile before speaking. “Vhy hello zere, I'm zuppozed to be meeting zomeone here zough I'm not zure if thiz iz the right place.” She would say before giving the bouncer the letter. “Abyzz zent me, zo uhhh~ here I am!” The man didn't really read the letter nor took it from the woman, he just opened the door since he was only there to verify people's ages.. Another bouncer ran over to the other door to open that one too to make sure that Midori would be able to fit inside. Taking it as this was her invitation to enter, she ducked underneath the doors threshold as she would carefully squeeze her way inside of the night club.




Sweat, perfume, expensive alcohol, and something aggressively citrusy all mixed together into the kind of scent that only existed in crowded nightclubs. Beneath it all, Midori could hear the steady thumping of hundreds of hearts layered under the bass like an additional drumbeat. She stood upright just inside the entrance and took in the chaos before her.

The lights flashed violently across the dance floor while bodies moved with the rhythm that suggested most people had stopped caring about coordination several drinks ago. A bartender behind a long glowing counter was juggling bottles, someone near the stage was attempting an extremely ambitious backflip, and a table of businessmen were loudly arguing about whose turn it was to buy “the flaming skull bucket.”

Midori blinked slowly.

“…Ah,” she muttered to herself.

This was… significantly more energetic than she expected for a blind date. Several people near the entrance had already stopped dancing to turn their heads. One by one people noticed the nine-and-a-half-foot-tall pale woman in a black dress and enormous hat standing in the doorway like a gothic monument that had somehow come to life.

A man holding two drinks froze mid-step. Another person actually stepped aside instinctively like someone had just entered with a large piece of furniture. Midori gave them all a polite nod before attempting to move forward. Immediately she encountered her first obstacle. One that has been a bane of her immortal existence since becoming this tall.

The ceiling.

The nightclub had clearly not been designed with towering vampires in mind. She had to dip her head slightly to avoid a rotating chandelier made of hanging crystals. “…Right,” she murmured. Carefully adjusting her hat, she stepped onto the dance floor. This introduced her to the second obstacle.

People.

Navigating through a crowd when you were nearly ten feet tall was less like walking and more like politely steering a ship through a harbor. She moved slowly, trying very hard not to trample anyone while partygoers scrambled out of her path in confused surprise.

One man looked up at her and whispered to his friend.

“Is that… a model?”

“I think that’s a vampire.”

“I think that’s a model vampire.”


Midori pretended not to hear them. She continued forward, but every few steps something new attempted to collide with her. A dancer spun backward into her arm and bounced off like he had walked into a brick wall! Causing Midori to cover her mouth in shock as she would quickly rush away like a teen who broke something. Then someone else tried to squeeze past her and got temporarily crushed by both her hip and the crowd.

And at one point a particularly enthusiastic group attempted to pull her into their dancing circle before realizing she was tall enough to rest her elbow on the overhead lighting rig then slowly moved away.

“…My apologiez,” Midori said calmly as she carefully disentangled herself.

Eventually she reached the bar. Or rather, the bar reached her stomach. The glowing counter only came up to about her waist, forcing her to bend down slightly just to see the bartender.

He looked up.

And up.

And up.

For a moment the man simply stared like someone trying to confirm whether gravity ,had changed. Midori unfolded the letter and offered him a polite smile.

“Good evening,” she said warmly. “I believe I’m zupposed to be meeting zomeone here tonight!”

Midori would look around, crouching down to get a better look at the bartender before bumping into more partygoers, lurching them forward when her massive derriere would push them over. “VHOOPS! Zorry!”
 
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Shortly after returning to his office, from a long morning at the village's academy, Kazan found himself sitting at his desk wondering about the current state of the main branch. For a few seconds, he began to wonder about all the new changes in the village, and in his personal life, lately. And then, his new assistant entered into his office and handed him a letter from Abyss. Reading it, he wondered exactly what was going on. Abyss knew someone interested in him, and was trying to set up a blind date. At first thought, he placed the letter down on his desk and decided to ignore it. "This is odd." He thought, as he got to work reviewing some of the paperwork on his desk.

As time passed, the thought of a night out in the village started to sounds nice. It wasn't something he usually did, especially since the village was to complicated for his likes. Still, this was his home now; he needed the experience. Even then, the idea of a blind date didn't seem to bad at all. "I hope this isn't a joke, or a trick." He thought, realizing he had more faith in Abyss than that. Picking the paper back up, he read the note again and hesitated making a decision. "A night club? Uhhh...." He thought, as his mind shifted towards what that meant if he were to go. Every piece of clothing he owned was either meant to be worn with armor, while farming, or while out camping throughout the countryside. He didn't really own anything that would be more akin to the type of dress code a place like this would probably have. "Guess I'm going shopping." He told himself, out loud.

A couple hours later, he found himself walking through the village's shopping district, entering one store after another, until he found a place that had something that caught his eye. Trying the clothes on, and liking how they fit, he purchased the outfit and headed home to groom himself. First he showered, then trimmed his beard, cut his nails, washed his face, and got dressed. Wearing a black V-neck T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black denim pants, he looked-at himself and felt odd. "Feels weird not having any gear on..." He thought, before instinctively grabbing his belt from his gear, his waist scarf, and a single katana he attached at his waist. From there, he went ahead and grabbed a pair of his basic combat gloves and slipped them on. "Feels a little more normal." He said, as he got prepared to head out.

With the note in hand, Kazan began trying to find club listed in Abyss's letter. He was early, though that was just out of instinct; a new environment, and he wanted to make sure he wasn't walking into some sort of trap. Scoping out the street, by walking past the place on purpose and finding a place to eat before turning back around, he headed for the front doors of the club By now, the sun had set and people had flooded the street. Just a few minutes earlier, there seemed to be some type of commotion, but he had paid it no mind. People weren't screaming or freaking out, so there was no need for him to get involved.

As he approached the front foors of the club, the bouncers stopped him at first, but after an explanation and an introduction, they let him in. He entered the main doors, walked into a small corridor, and through a secondary door. He hesitated, but as soon as he made it into the club's main room, the sound of the music immediately hit him. The scene was something he had never imagined finding himself involved in. There were dozens of people already here, music blasting, people dancing, and the mood of the place seemed 'exciting'. This place was a far from the parties he was use to; his normal was a large campfire, with several caravans surrounding it, and his clansmen partying while playing instruments and drinking. He came from simple people, who were easily entertained and who had no need for either technology, let alone places like this.

Even still, he could appreciate this type of event. As he scanned the arena, he noticed something strange amongst the crowd. There was a woman, dressed in all black, struggling to cross what seemed like the dance floor. At first, it was her height that caught his attention; she towered over everyone here, including him. At first he didn't recognize her, but as he looked at her from across the bar the thought of that night he ended up at the village's cemetery with Abyss came to mind. "Wait, what?" He questioned, as he began to walk cross the club and head towards the bar. Slipping through the crowds of people, and trying his best to avoid the large group dancing, he eventually found himself looking at that woman speak to the bartender. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he still tried to be vigilant about his surroundings.

As of this moment, he hadn't put two and two together, and he was still curious as to who he was supposed to meet. Then again, as he looked at the woman who was even taller than him, his eyes began to shift towards her curves, before a smiled slipped across his face for the briefest of moments. Trying not to look like a sleaze bag, he shifted his attention to the 'other' sights within the club. Most of the people here were wearing flashy clothes, and appeared to be well groomed as well. Some of the women were wearing some revealing dresses as well. One was them was even wearing a sparkling purple dress, but when he looked at her the only thought that crossed his mind was "She's too skinny", before refocusing on the taller woman once again.

It was at that moment that he realized why he had thought about that night in the cemetery. There were reports of a giant woman, or something, and when he arrived Abyss was already there speaking to this woman. It was apparently the former Medical Sennin, and then Kazan remembered what he was more focused on that night. "No way." He thought, as he began to approach the bar.

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With as much people around her, in the nightclub, she found it hard to try and listen in on any particular blood flow. It would sound near like a waterfall all around a person especially in this setting with so many people having adrenaline running through them. For the inexperienced people. For Yuna, she has learned to make it all out as background noise. So she learned to keep watch of everything.

She quickly seen commotion near the entrance of the club as Midori made her way inside. She knew that the vampire was tall, but she at least thought that the ceiling was high enough to house the woman comfortably. She would drink the cocktail as she leaned against the bar as she waited for Kazan to show up. And show up he did. Mentally, Yuna wanted to face palm herself. Did Kazan really just bring a sword to a night club?

She would sigh as she took another sip from her cocktail, not understanding why Kazan would do such a thing. She was smart, though, to never look directly at the two love birds, always looking around as if waiting for someone. But of course, being a lonely woman at a nightclub would draw some attention.

A man had approached her, in which she shot him a glare as if to say, Don't even try me. Apparently, that was enough for the man to back off. She would then smile, to try and keep herself composed. As she had her eyes on her drink, and waiting for either of the two love birds to make their move on the other, she would think about her own personal life. Honnou... Her face turned a little red to think about. Back then, she didn't know what she wanted, but now she does.

She would then go out to the dance floor to dance and have fun. Now if anyone were to get handsy, she has no problem giving them an elbow to displace the air from their lungs.
 

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