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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Buying for the holidays (open)

Kishiko Nagisa

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Kiyoshi may be a Jounin, but he was generally broke as a joke. Being a monk required him to have no money on his person. However, it was the holidays and he was determined to try to get some good cheer for those who visit the temple. The other monks had been ignoring the season but The Mad Monk knew no such feelings. He was going to shop and give presents away. Ho ho, he would be very happy. He felt his feet skip as he went to the shopping distict of Stone and began looking around. Oh there were so many things to buy and to look at! It was almost overwhelming.

Almost.

Kiyoshi juggled a few different items, trying to decide which one Monk Uze would like. Maybe the little shiny gem? A worry stone? He was always worried about something. Oh so much to choose form, so little time. Well there was a week left, so some time. Either way, he needed to make a choice. Kiyoshi's black kimono and white overcoat swirled as a cold gust of wind blew through them. He was glad he had his puppet body. The Gods were kind. He was immune to feeling cold or hot. He was always comfortable. He exhaled loudly and decided. Yes, the worry stone. That was one gift down, many to go!

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(Whythehellnot. Invading topic again!)

Though it was the holidays, Ryu had no one to buy for. He had family, that much he knew since he had managed to get a hold of the clan's records. But they were scattered throughout Earth Country and it had been many years since they'd come to Iwa; as far as Ryu knew he was the only Kazehi to reside in Stone Village for many, many years. He roamed the shopping district to look for a good holiday drink and maybe something to leave at his father's grave marker.

Despite the chill, the towering man noticed he really didn't feel it, any of the flakes that touched him seemed to melt into water without chilling him and simply evaporate from his flesh. Even still, he bore a heavy, dark grey jacket that was lined in white fur around the collar and cuffs, his pants were thicker material as well but the same matte black that he always wore. He also wore his left arm unbound and let the hand remain visible despite the obsidian talons present and the rocky scales but he did learn he'd have to file down the spines if he was going to wear clothing. It was another reason he was wearing the heavy coat: he'd accidentally shredded the sleeve of his usual kimino tops in a day by simply putting them on and taking them off. It was frustrating, more because he'd have to replace them but it would take at least a month or two since he had to have them custom tailored and embroidered.

Stopping a moment, he blinked at a figure that he was most certain he knew but...something was off. He stepped up, reaching with his left hand and set the monstrous claw on the man's shoulder. "Tayu Kiyoshi?" His face was neutral and stoic as usual except for his brows furrowed together in confusion. He might not have been able to feel with his left hand but did Kiyoshi just clunk when Ryu touched his shoulder?!
 

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