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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Mugen Muu

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Letting out a yawn Mū pittered and pattered across the tatami floor of his room into the engawa for easy access to the rest of the house. The morning had just recently rose and he could hear his parents at the genkan preparing to head out, likely for a mission or just simple daily work like patrols. Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes he eventually made it to the main living space and saw his parents in their flaks and fatigues. Offering them a sleepy wave of his hand "Good luck working today..." even with a drowsily slurred speech to his parents who both gave him a smile, he could see them whispering to each other just out of ear-shot. Not to matter, as his stomach growled and beckoned him towards the kitchen in the next room.
Approaching the shoji he slid it to the slide with an audible thump; not much after he head the main entrance door close as his parents departed. The main-house had a few more people still present, all likely still sleeping or perhaps having already left for their daily rituals; his siblings and cousins all scattered about in the large clan house that had been purchased with inheritance from the cumulative families funds. It was a nice place for all intents and purposes, nothing too prestigious but not dilapidated either; enough to house a decent sized family which it's purpose was being fully used given the size of the Mugen family- though not all of them were fully fledged families; given the recent events against shinobi, their family was not spared of the atrocities that befell those of chakra-nature. With a handful of effective orphans that spattered about the house-complex, living under the same roof with some mentorship and familial structure given Mū's direct parents were still alive and well.

Popping the fridge open, the glow of the light from inside illuminating his darkened face from the centered room; grabbing some food stuffs for his lax morning routine afore heading to the kotatsu in the adjacent room and slipping his feet underneath to keep covered. Pouring a bowl of cereal and chomping along for a few uninterrupted or involved time, a few echoing chomps filled the air until he finally noticed a couple letters laid out on the table; the one that caught his eye was given as it had in neat writing 無限 無有 staring at it for a passing moment while slowly chewing his food now. "Hmm...?"--

Those in the house would have heard a frantic pattering across the tatami, a half-full bowl of soggy cereal sitting on the kotatsu and Mū darting across the house to his room- with a grenade of clothing firing around the room as he was seen escaping his room with pants half on and a panicked look on his face as he clothed himself erratically as he ran towards the genkan and strapped his shinobi sandals on. With little time between he had darted out the front and looked in either direction-- Choosing a random direction to run, he had to find them... The final words etched in his mind of the extensive letter depicting that they were being sent on a mission against the groups against shinobi out in the desert with another cell of shinobi.

Live a good life, we love you and all of our children; if we don't return, please do not come looking for us... Take care of Ringo and the others.

Though he didn't know it yet; Mū's eyes had flickered ever so slightly this day, to a hue of blue-ish white with a etch of a crossing of light through the center...

[MFT 614]
 

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From their home it didn't take Mū long to reach the nearest gate that lead towards outskirts of town, his ability to track people wasn't nearly honed enough to cover any significant ground on his parents who were trained Chūnin. Their skills were designed to be able to easily out-class anyone below them, and to even an extent those above them if given the right circumstances. But it didn't stop Mū from trying, with his half-mask covering most of his face, turning into a darkened hue due to the tears that were soaking into the cloth; it didn't look terribly pleasant to anyone from the outside looking in. A child crying quietly as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could take him seemingly with no direction.

Upon arriving to the gate itself to the outskirts to the East, the guard stopped him and instead of acting hostile; he knelt down and laid a hand on his shoulder trying to keep an eye on him while is comrades covered the others going in and out. "Hey kid, we haven't seen your parents head through here. But if they're out like you say on a mission- They wouldn't have been tasked with it if our superiors didn't think they couldn't handle it right? You should head home, they'll be home in no time I'm sure.".
With tear stained eyes, Mū tried to look at the man eye-to-eye; trying his best to gauge how legitimate he seemed. Mū was no empathic by spirit, hell he hardly counted for a small fraction given his poor streak with reading people and acting out in brash manners. Though he hadn't wanted to have to turn around, he knew better enough that those posted at these positions are more than capable of handling him if he chose to rebel here and now, he might make it a few tens of feet but that would be it before they caught up to him and had him detained for trying to get out for something outside of a mission or a sanctioned departure.

"Tch." Was all he was really able to express, turning his head away from the shoulder that had a hand on it. Lifting his own to brush the man's hand off. "Fine-- Not like I cared.." Turning on a heel he started to solemnly walk away. Lifting a hand to his eyes, rubbing them aggressively as if trying to tear off the ducts that contributed to the tears; he wasn't going to succeed, but it felt like power- or a control over the situation that he could action. That way he didn't feel as if he wasn't doing anything save for existing at this point. What he thought odd after his sleeve left his face, soaked too with the salty tears that weren't slowing down despite his efforts; was the sand at his feet, his sleeves, and even his shoes seemed different- they felt a bit more vivid; less drained of life from the sun and the heat. As if the colors had finally gotten off lunch-shift, or an artist painted over them with a fresh paint-brush. It wasn't a significant shift-- But enough to cause him to stop crying if only for just a moment. "Please come home." were the last words he spoke on his way home.. And the rest of the world felt silent, despite the hustle and bustle.

[MFT 568]
 

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