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.
The sounds of screams echoed throughout the nearby city as the fear filled the minds of every person who's eyes fell upon the fallen Kazekage or any of the black flowers that blossomed within his range. The crashing sounds of explosion overhead as the skiffs engage in aerial combat caused the entirety of the fields to be filled with entropy and true guttual chaos.
The smile stretched across his face as the son of the Chikamatsu bowed before the demon of the Hidden Mist. "I feel it is time we truly cross blades, Akkuma. Show me your resolve. Show me your desire to live, and if you satisfy my cravings I may let you beg for your life."
[Post is short as most of the RP will be in the event Here]
“It has been so long since I’ve felt this freedom...to not be tethered to my mortal shell.”
Akkuma exhaled, his voice carrying an almost wistful amusement as he took in the sight before him. His ever-shifting gaze, vast as the cosmos, had settled on Shin’s chakra form. In this realm, where only the truth of their spirits remained. He could feel it, the raw & unrestrained presence of the Kazekage. For all their battles, their struggles, it was rare to face another without the weight of flesh & blood.
A small chuckle rumbled from his throat, not mocking, but genuinely entertained by the confidence in Shin’s words.
“Beg?” His grin was sharp, but his tone lacked malice. If anything, there was something fond in the way he spoke. As if Shin’s bravado was expected, maybe even welcomed. “Forgive me, Lord Kazekage...but I don’t think I’ll be obliging today.”
Here, he was something more...something closer to what he truly was.
Akkuma’s form flickered at the edges, as though his presence refused to be fully contained. The runic glyphs that crawled across his body burned like ancient sigils. Some whispering secrets, others pulsing like the heartbeat of something eldritch. Towering horns jutted from his head, the carvings within them shifting like living scripture. His slitted pupils gleamed with something undeniably inhuman, yet it was unmistakably Akkuma.
A familiar, almost conspiratorial smirk played across his lips.
“You always did have a flair for dramatics, Shin.” His chakra pulsed outward, not in aggression, but as if testing the space between them. “Very well, then…let’s see where this leads.” For once, there was no war-torn battlefield & no watching eyes. Only two beings, stripped of pretence & meeting as they truly were.
And that, more than anything, made this interesting.
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Colors around the two would begin to melt and shift. The hues of their bodies would begin to change as their visages would glimmer in and out of reality. Their surroundings identical to where they once were but warped into a cruel inverted reality of what once was. the green splattering of blood across Shin's now light silver armor contrasted to the deep purple hue of his spectral hair. A toothy grin stretched across from his jaws, pulling further than what should be allowed. His topaz controlled eyes staring at Akkuma lifelessly. A shadow lingered around his body, one not like before. The presence of Kohana was no where to be seen. The cosmos flowed through the chakra outline of Shin.
"So be it then, Miroku Akkuma. I shall enjoy feeling your bones break underneath my hands."
He dropped his sword and began to get ready for what is to come. His chakra spiking. He could feel his chakra surging with spiritual energy.
"Help me."
Two words slipped from his lips as black ichor dripped from one of his eyes, the topaz hue fading to his sapphire gaze once more. The antidote that he was injected with was not of a strength to fully break the grasps, but it weakened it. Perhaps the events that would follow this altercation would be the determining factor if Shin could break free from the control, or if one of previous the Medical Chiefs would have to lose their lives.
The warped reality that the Fates had imposed upon the clashing souls, twisted around Akkuma’s presence like a living thing, but it was not the only force at work here. As his chakra pulsed into the battlefield, tendrils of darkness spread unseen, drinking in the very essence of life. The effect was subtle at first, Shin’s lifeforce siphoned away...devoured by the Dark Sage’s insatiable hunger.
“So eager to feel my bones break? Tch… Let’s see how long that resolve lasts.” His words dripped with mirth, but even as he spoke, he was already moving. No, shifting his body, melting into a phantasmal flow, intangible to the world around him. The moment he invoked Impure World Resurrection, the battlefield shifted again. A rift of dark energy tore through the corrupted terrain, summoning forth the Trickster’s Agent, a Hyuuga warrior who's pale gaze burned like an ember amidst the chaos.
Akkuma’s grin widened as he felt the shift, his form already beginning to morph with the awakening of Sage Mode. The usual monstrous visage of the Dark Sage had taken on an even more surreal, eldritch quality. His chakra no longer burned in the hues of corrupted flame, instead pulsing. Flowing like something bioluminescent & otherworldly. Shifting in translucent waves as if he were submerged in an unseen abyss. Veins of deep cerulean & violet ran through his body, flickering with an ominous inner light. The lines of his form blurred at the edges, his presence oscillating between the tangible & the spectral, like a being caught between realms.
Shin moved swiftly, casting his Genjutsu through an unseen medium, an anchor buried in the madness of the battlefield. Akkuma felt the foreign influence seep into his mind, but the Trickster’s Agent, despite its awareness, could not fully evade its reach. Akkuma felt his will falter, momentarily as Shin's influence could be felt, within his own perceptions & he knew not what the altered vision of reality Shin sought to impose upon him. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Ah…You want to play with perception?” A quick series of handseals & a ripple of chakra would form an Intangible Passage around the Sage.
Akkuma raised a hand, fingers curling as he wove his own darkness into the battlefield. Five rotting husks clawed their way from the earth. Grotesque remnants of his necrotic power, dragging themselves into the fight with an insatiable hunger. As one lurched at Shin, the dark sage could see the way his opponent moved. Not simply dodging, but subtly shifting, as if reality itself bent to his will. A binding attempt failed, but Akkuma had already anticipated it.
Then came the strike.
Shin’s Roaring Combination tore through the space between them in a blur of raw, unrelenting force. Each strike collided against Akkuma’s chakra barrier, sending ripples through the corrupted energies that wreathed his body. A miniature maelstrom of spectral tendrils & ethereal ichor erupted upon impact, Akkuma’s expression twisting in amusement as the force failed to reach his flesh. He felt the pressure, but he remained unmoved.
From the corners of the battlefield, the zombies struck back. Their decayed limbs lashing out with an unholy vigor. Three of them landed their attacks, raking against Shin’s defences & drawing blood. But Akkuma had no intention of letting them be his only response.
A pulse of his corrupted chakra surged through the sand, Sandy Mud Clones materializing in his image, distorting the battlefield further. Their forms writhed like mirages, their bodies half-solid, half-fluid. As though they were pieces of a deeper abyss crawling into existence. Akkuma stood among them, indistinguishable from the rest.
His voice, layered with unnatural resonance, echoed through the battlefield. “You want my help? Then endure, Shin. Because first...I have to break you.” His hand extended, palm open, mocking & inviting. “Don’t disappoint me now.” He said with a wink, flashing a shark-like grin at the former Kazekage.
Slowly raising his hands, Shin's chakra would cause the mindscape to shift and change. The familiar scent of Phantosmia filled the world. Warps of reality, as if glitching on a monitor, caused Shin's outline to create red and blue streaks that crackled off of him with every movement.
Clapping his hands above his head massive multistory tall flowers would erupt from the ground around them. Six black petals bursting open like the Yurei Orchid that granted Shin his connection to his clan would begin to emit purple pollen that filled the air.
"It's time to see your resolve. Do your allegiances carry more weight to the individual or to the sum? How far are you truly willing to go to defend Sunagakure? "
As he spoke his body would begin to burn into smoke and get blown away by the breeze. The summoned Trickster would appear to get into a readied position but it's body would slowly begin to tighten as Akkuma would see the pollen from the large flower growing into mold and fungus on his immoral slave.
"Perception is not the only thing that will be mocked! "
As the Kazekage spoke a pulse of light would scattered across the shared mental fortress. The beauty that was Akkuma's Sage Mode would be untouched but the creature that he summoned would begin to feel rupturing vessels within its rotting brain as Shin appeared before the Sage with a smile.
Ignoring the presence of the undead, Shin's body would lurch forth, leaving behind a scattering of petals as a slamming force strong enough to kill a citizen would land on the intangible barrier Akkuma erected around himself.
"What's wrong Akkuma?! Do you not wish to come out and play? "
With each word another strike would slam into the horrific Maelstrom. The tendrils of energy exposed and broken off of the barrier would seamlessly sink into Shin's hand and forearms, being absorbed into the Master Medic. The claws and strikes of the reanimated flesh would strike at Shin's black armor, making small scratches on it.
"Break me? You're a toy within my site. You are too arrogant for your own good. I will teach you humility. "
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