[Messenger trying to drop off letters]
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.
Current Ninpocho Time:
To whom it may concern,
A billowing cloak draped around her body and the gentle breeze. That was all that she really needed. Standing her guard atop of the gates, she would be more of a menacing figure than anything. From the previous battle that had taken place here, she had picked up one of the fallen ANBU's masks and paraded it around much like it had been her own. After all, did she not need a new identity after the chaos that she had caused prior? Of course not, but you couldn't take anything that a butthurt 'superior' would do lightly. After all, the mockery he had spread around about her family was far, far too much. Angering, really. She had come to her own conclusion on so much with Akechi that. . . Well. . . A breath would be forced lightly out of her lips. She could feel a boiling sensation coming to her blod, much unlike the odd icy sensation that typically rested there within her. His voice. . . She could hear it, clearly now. She couldn't react, though. Not yet, not yet. . . Ah, ah, ah. Steady goes it, Miss Haruka. You didn't want to break a nail or something like that. Unwavering despite the wind that blew through the Titan's keep, one foot would side step the other and the supposed nameless ANBU would step along the gate. Standing on the barrier between the two conversing now, the woman would lift up a hand and then. . . a strange looking card would drift down from the sleeve of the cloak she wore. It was a starry background there on the card, and if someone were to pick it up, they'd be able to tell that it was a Tarot card. . . but a very specific one: The Tower. XVI. Disaster, upheaval, sudden change, and revelation being the main traits of this particular card. Though, would someone understand this particular representation?
And with that Souji would look to both sides, seein Haruka begin spitting verses at the Kage. . . This was going to be very bad, but this was all being broadcasted over the intercoms, and with everything in Souji he looked from side to side, as more people seemed to enter, this wasnt what he wanted. This wasnt the fight he wanted... as much as he wanted Endo dead he didnt want it to end like this, but it was whatever, once it was over a new dawning day would arise. "Well then Tsuchikage-dono... it seems that we're at an fork in the road... it ends with your death but in terms of how we get there... it may differ. Let the nation hear this... Let the man who has attempted to corrupt the greatest Clans in this village fall under scrutiny of his own injustices. . .", looking to Haruka then Koa he'd note something Koa said. . .
A hand would rest on her hip as she watched on towards Endo. It seemed that they were the only two standing there now, prepared for whatever fight might've been brought. Good. Moving one foot in front of the other, she would then drop down to the ground and she would offer a smirk in his direction. "I traveled no where but Arcadia. If you were an observant man, you would have known as much." She'd comment, standing up straight.
"Your conversation is not with the kid I just sent off. It's with me now." She would state in a booming tone of voice, the wind that was raised causing her hair to whip around, to and fro. If the messenger's stuff were to be sent over, she would lash her hand out and allow ice needles to penetrate whatever held on to those messages unless it was who had brought them's hands. Endo would not have a chance to break it down and read these messages. After all, were they not about to engage in battle? Right, then.Current Ninpocho Time: