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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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Down the Rokuro[Open + Training]

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In the Grand Palais, as with other residentials, people come and go, inevitably leaving some buildings empty and unattended to. Most of these edifices become free shelter for the unfortunate whilst others become breeding grounds for criminal activity. One such building is the Rokuro Apartments. Whatever glory it used to have are all gone now. It was the few stone edifices in the Grand Palaise. The apartment building is about three stories high with a dead rooftop garden filled with ravens, worms and stray animals. All of its windows are shattered, its front and back doors both broken in half while its front and back lawn are filled with dead grass and ghastly trees. None of them are gonna matter though as one pale boy with a candle lantern with a few extra candles in a cloth bag tied around his waist. The sickly boy quietly walks down the basement, looking for a particular room. He doesn't know why people would build a basement in an apartment but he feels secure knowing he is in one, that he is beneath the earth and away from prying eyes. Its not that he hates people. He just feels very drained whenever he is subjected to crowds, to a lot of people for long periods of time. He needs his time alone to recharge so he can face the world again. Meanwhile, the boy seems to have found a familiar dilapidated but still solid door. The door was clean as well as its knob. It even has its own modern doormat. Signs that the boy have taken care of the said room for a while now. A smile formed on his face before he turned the knob and entered the room.

Aoi placed his lantern and spare candles on the side table at the corner of the room, just beside the old torn up couch. The room, it seems, used to be some sort of study, judging from the numerous bookcases and study tables found in the room. Southwest of the room is where the side table, coffee table and a few couches are to be found. Aoi can only guess it used to be some sort of eating area of sorts like for tea and cake. The boy spent the last few days cleaning the room, dusting it, buying a new doormat for the room.

"I should probably buy a new rectangular rug. And get a few yards of wallpaper. This room is nice." Aoi thought as he pushed everything toward the side, clearing the middle of the room. The room has a red polished wooded floor that Aoi has painstakingly spend days cleaning and repolishing. Its walls are covered with green torn up wallpaper that Aoi has sworn to replace with something more lively.

OOC: I am training my ability to post better posts. I seem to need a lot of help in this area.
 
It was as silent as a sepulchre in his family’s traditional home. The pudgy ninja, Tanaka Hato, lay sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the ceiling. No one had been home in the last three days. The cabal had taken over while everyone had been out and about except for him. He had figured that everyone would try and make their way back home eventually. Yet… this wasn’t even the safest place anyone could be. Hato just couldn’t think of any other place to go. The call of boredom over powered his laziness. The lethargic student rolled to his knees and stood. He explored the hallways of his home until he came to the food storage. Maybe he could make some cinnamon rolls? How did one make cinnamon rolls anyway? It was probably like making a cake - you needed eggs and flour. Some milk maybe? Hopefully that wasn’t too important. He held up the empty milk carton he had finished off yesterday. Sugar though. He definitely needed some sugar. He crushed the carton of milk in his hand and pressed his head against a wall.

Dang it… He should have gone with his mother when she left to go get groceries. She was out there somewhere in the middle of this… this… ANARCHY. As much as he wanted to go out and find her, he knew that he didn’t stand a chance out here in the Grand Palais. He wasn’t a ninja. Sure, he had passed an entrance exam, but what could he do? He was just a fat kid playing wannabe. The 8 year old tossed the carton to the ground. Maybe he couldn’t find his family, but maybe he could find some sugar. He walked out the door. He didn’t see anybody around right now, maybe he would just go next door and asked if they had some sugar.

He walked over next door. He knocked. It seemed that this house was empty. In fact, many of them were empty. Random people had taken shelter in some, but no one was willing to even talk about sharing sugar. He walked over to the next house. the condition of the door matt didn’t seem to match the house. Was someone living here? He knocked. ”Hello? Anyone home?”
 
The pale sickly boy, as most people say of him, is now looking at everything he managed to finish in the past hour. He was able to arrange the couches and coffee tables to form some sort of coffee break corners while the remaining spaces along the walls are mostly used up by bookcases, leaving a 20x20 space at the middle. Aoi never thought the room is actually pretty big. ‘This is nice.’ he thinks to himself, wondering what else he could bring here but then again this room is supposed to be his genjutsu training room as well as his research library kind of thing. The boy decides to approach the bookcases to see if they’re in good condition. But then there’s knocking on the door.

The boy slowly opened the door to see a younger child. He just don’t know why but he feels like this kid is somehow sad or something. He was never good at reading emotions so he could be wrong.

“Hello. I’m Aoi. What’s your name and what can I do for you?”



OOC: sorry for the crappy post. Damn, i should really work on my crappy posts...
 
Hato sighed, he turned to leave, but instead he heard footsteps inside of the place. Someone was home after all. A gap between the door and its frame grew. A young man appeared from behind the door. He had the girth of a beanpole and was about as tall as Hato. They were pretty close in height. He had a look on his face that seemed to resemble curiosity over anything else. “Hello. I’m Aoi. What’s your name and what can I do for you?” He answered the door. It was unsettling how calm he could be in teh middle of the crisis that had befallen the village. ”Umm… Do you happen to have any sugar?” Beat. Hato scratched his head awkwardly as he waited for a response.

”I don’t need much… maybe just a cup or two.” It was a pretty neighborly thing to ask some for. Hopefully this boy, who had identified himself as Aoi would oblige. Wait. Hadn’t he seen him before? ”Ah!” Hato exclaimed. He pointed an accusing finger at Aoi. Haven’t I seen you before over at ninja school? You’re in a class above me I think! That’s so cool! We’re neighbors!
 
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