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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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Tomo took in a breath of cold Kumogakure air as he walked between the Mochizuki tents, his black and blue braid swaying behind him. Today was the day he would officially meet his youngest siblings. Komora had been but a toddler when Tomo disappeared all those years ago. He would have met her sooner upon his return home a few months ago, but he had been given the news before doing so. His baby sister was 'special'. Not prodigy special, the other kind. Her mental development was stunted, or so his parents told. Mednin had explained that it might have been due to the old age of the Mochizuki parents at the time of conception, or perhaps it was just a genetic fluke that could have happened to anyone. Either way, she was different. Tomo had a logical grasp of the mind of a normal person. Heck, he could even deduce a few of Tama's random actions. But Komora's brain was a complete mystery, and that scared Tomo. Thus he had avoided meeting her at first, worrying that he wouldn't be able to interact with her appropriately. Luckily he was kept busy working towards his eventual Chuunin exam, which helped to convince his parents that the meeting could wait. However, he realized that perhaps it was best to meet her before his exam. If he failed, and ended up dead, he would die regretting never even attempting to connect with his youngest sibling.

Continuing towards his destination, Tomo looked down at the objects in his hands. He held an apple, along with a small cutting knife. Sonoko had explained that Komora had a fascination with sharp objects, and that it might help them bond. Tomo didn't know what was worse, that his disabled sister was enthralled by dangerous, razor-sharp items, or that his family was alright with it. Shaking his head, he turned the corner, and was soon standing before a tent. His sister was supposed to be in there, doing whatever it was she did, and he was finally going to officially meet her. Taking in another gulp of air in hopes of calming his nerves, Tomo slipped into the tent.
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The sight of a little girl sitting on the ground would greet the arriving Tomo. Scattered around her were a pile of crumpled paper, scrolls, and a few open books that had been defaced as well. It seemed she had run out of paper to paint on and started to paint on material that had already been printed on. The books near the entrance of the tent lay open, fresh paint glistened in the soft light the flowed from the door of the tent at Tomo’s entrance. Swords littered their printed pages. The paint that covered the pages were only water color, and so the words of the book could be read even through the glimmering weapon on the face of each page. Komora didn’t care what the words said. She could barely read a few of the words in them. They were boring. Books were boring. Scrolls were boring. What she needed was paper. She ran out of paper, therefore, she had to improvise. Fortunately, she had found some books and scrolls she could use as paper for her paints.

The little girl had her tongue sticking out from one side of her lips in concentration as she focused completely on the task at hand. Her legs spread out across the floor and between them a cup of dirty water, a palette of water colors, and a lone book waiting to be defaced by the child. She did not seem to be disturbed or even interested in the slightest at Tomo’s entrance. She was sitting so that her back faced the door of the tent. She dipped her brush onto the palette again before bringing it to the page. There was one last sword she needed to draw. She could remember it quite well. She had been forced to dress up on many occasion to visit a place with a lot of rocks sticking out of the ground by piles of dirt. One of the piles of dirt and rock combos had a blade leaning against the stone, as though it were an object worthy of admiration.

It was much more interesting than the piles of dirt, or the stones. Her mother would cry sometimes when she visited it. Komora didn’t cry though. It was a pretty thing, but she was never allowed to touch it, and that made her frustrated. Why else did they come look at it all of the time? Komora stroked a single dark line for the sharp edge of the weapon. She continued this process of painting one color and then switching to the next until something of a weapon stood out on the page. Unlike the other pages where only the sword was drawn, this page had something unique about it.

It was a sharp object, but it was leaning against a memorial, on the face of the memorial was clearly written everything one would expect on the memorial – and perhaps the most convenient for Tomo, was the presence of his and his twin’s name on the stone. The longer the girl was left undisturbed the more she made the scene at the graveyard come to proverbial life. It was complete with what looked to be a woman standing next to the tombstone with her hand on it. The features were distorted but it vaguely looked like her mother. Finished at last, she dropped the brush onto the ground. Now she had drawn every single blade she had ever seen. Each blade had belonged to somebody, even if the blades looked exactly the same she had drawn them. Maybe they would be happy to see the blades stuck on the paper?

Komora stood and began to look around the room at all of her hard work. She met eyes with a man standing at the entrance. He was vaguely familiar, reminding her of her parents in the way his face and eyes were. The man would be able to see how her hands, shirt, and face were covered in water color. Her eyes trailed down from the man’s face to his feet. She gasped in shock as she looked at his shoes. “No.” A frustrated look crossed her face. She walked briskly over to the man, whom may not have realized was standing on a picture with all of Sonoko’s kunai strewn about its face. She carefully avoided stepping on any of art, and tugged at the scroll beneath the foot of Tomo. Between the foot, and the paper being weak from the water, it tore. Tears began to flood her eyes. Komora wrapped her arms and legs about his leg and tried to bit the calf of the leg that had offended Sonoko’s kunai’s. That would show him! D:<
 
Once within the warm tent, Tomo's eyes instantly fell on the mess of scrolls and books littering the ground. His face held panic as he looked at one of his father's old accounting books and he stepped in only slightly farther to grab it. Shifting the knife and apple into the same hand, he lifted the painted book up and looked over the page. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still readable. Looking at the drawing more closely, it was a sword. He would have been more surprised if he hadn't been warned of Komora's obsession. It was made in watercolor, which caused Tomo to tilt his head back and forth for a moment. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. The watery paint meant it was see-through, but due to it being mostly water, he couldn't use his jutsu to control it. If it had been actual paint, he could have removed it from the pages.

He placed the open book on a desk and finally looked to his sister. He could only see the back of her, so he started by simply looking at her hair. It was a unique color compared to the other siblings, more steely than Sonoko's or Kiki's. Her clothes, even from behind, seemed a bit disheveled, like she hadn't corrected her shirt after twisting funny. It was odd to see considering how well-kept most of his other siblings were. Tama didn't count. He looked around the room briefly, analyzing her work. It actually wasn't too bad, given Komora's circumstance. He smiled a bit, glad to see that there was another artist in the family.

Returning his eyes to his sister, she now stood up and looked around. She lifted her deep red eyes to Tomo, and his heart ached. They looked exactly like Mother's. She was covered in her paints, and he wasn't sure whether to find it humorous or sad. Did she enjoy the feeling of being messy? Or did she just not have the brain capacity to understand that she was dirty? His heart ached more. More so than any other sibling, he wanted to understand Komora. He wanted to know how to make her happy. Was it because he felt sorry for her? Was it appropriate to care for someone more than others simply out of pity? His mind continued over-thinking these concepts, distracting him from his sister's facial expressions. He blankly watched her approach, only understanding what she was doing after she had torn the scroll he stood upon. Seeing her eyes begin to water, Tomo fretted. "Oh! S-sorry kiddOW!" He was caught off guard by her tears, leaving him open for her to wrap her limbs around his right leg and chomp down on his thigh. His face winced with pain, and his free hand hovered over her head. What was he supposed to do?! His family hadn't mentioned her biting! Was this a new development? Had they just chose not to mention it so he wouldn't remain distant? Whatever the reason, he was still stuck with a small girl gnawing his leg. He didn't want to yank her hair, for fear of making her associate him with pain. He couldn't shove her off either, because her grip on him was surprisingly powerful.

With the apple and knife still in his nimble hands, he slowly made hand seals. He lightly electrified his leg, just enough to give her a static shock. Hopefully it would be enough to convince her to stop. If not, he had one other trick up his sleeve. Though it would require asking a certain flamboyant specter for help.
 
This way, he would surely know not to step on the paper anymore. Its not like she had just scattered things all over the floor. Everything was where it was supposed to be, and that is why she needed to make sure that this person understood that. With her teeth. She was determined not to let him go and to continue biting when a sudden buzz began to fill her body. A jolt went through her teeth. Immediately she let go and fell backwards onto some of the other papers and books she had strewn across the floor. Her arms and legs were sprawled out across the floor as her face was covered with a look of a surprise and wonderment. That… what was that? He tasted like electricity! It was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever felt in her life. So far, he is the only person who tasted like that she had met. Was she going to cry? Komora wasn’t sure herself. She sat there on the brink of tears wondering if it was really something that she would cry about? Komora stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up at last and rubbing her teeth. It didn’t hurt enough to cry about. It was just weird. She didn’t pay any heed to the paper that was stuck to her arm. From her spot on the floor Tomo seemed to be a lot taller than he really was. He probably could touch the sky, he looked so tall. Komora gaped up at him in bewilderment, that is, until she saw the knife and apple in his hand.

“Ah!” She pointed at the apple and knife combination. It was a knife she hadn’t seen before! How interesting. “Komora want sword.” She knew what to expect from big people like this person though. They never gave her anything, and they always took things away. She wouldn’t pretend to be disappointed if this person were the same way as well. She stood up from the ground, and completely forgot about the existence of the papers, scrolls and books on the floor as the new object of fascination took hold of her. She reached out her hands towards Tomo and began to open and close them. Everyone had become so cautious with their knives lately with her around. She actively sought out sharp objects to play with. Ever since that time where she ended up carving up a small dog and walking around the camp covered in blood like nothing was wrong – knives and blades no longer went unattended in the camp. She couldn’t say when her fascination first started. It was just something about the way the light shined off of the metal, and the way that you could use them to take things apart. She wondered if she could take her fingers off with a sword.

She got distracted by her fingers for a moment and brought them towards her face so she could look at them better. No. She wanted the knife more than fingers. She looked back at Tomo with a neutral expression. She wasn’t one to hide her feelings – she just didn’t have any sense of disappointment, as she knew she was going to be disappointed. She continued to open and close her hands encouragingly, as though it would somehow convince him to place the knife so that she could wrap her fingers around it.
 
Tomo's brows furrowed in worry as he watched Komora flop to the ground. She laid there for a moment, her eyes still watery from earlier...or was it new? Already Tomo was having a hard time figuring her out, and had no idea what to do. Should he help her up? Let her do her own thing? How much was too much coddling? Would she realize he was coddling her? "Argh." Tomo let out a small interjection of his frustration. However, during his questioning, Komora had picked herself up. He focused his eyes on her and gave an awkward smile. "Ah. You...okay?" The question was ignored as her eyes honed in on the small knife in his hand. She asked for it, holding out her hands in hopes to receive the blade he held.

Again, Tomo's brows furrowed. Sonoko had said nothing about giving his little sister the cutlery. His mind raced with every possible outcome that could arise from passing a dangerous object to a mentally stunted youth. The first image that came to him was Komora slicing her arm. And that was the nicest thing that came to mind. But looked at his sister, she seemed to keen on it. It would make her happy, and Tomo really wanted to do that. But maybe he could work around it.

Placing the apple on the desk, Tomo held up a finger. "Sure. One moment." He pulled out his ink well and dumped the black liquid on the knife. With a hand seal, the ink hardened, creating a casing. Carefully, Tomo removed the coating, having it fill in the parts that were damaged as he removed the knife. He handed the black copy to Komora. "Here you go." Its shape was identical, though he had purposely dulled the blade's edge. This knife wouldn't cut very easily, and even if she tried, Tomo's eyes would be on her. He could soften any part of it at any time. He wouldn't tell his sister that though. Hopefully she enjoyed the form of sharp objects, not the function.

Satisfied with his replica, Tomo took the apple in hand again and prepared it for consumption. He had come up with a way to make the apple slices look like rabbits...sort of. Hopefully it would be enough to amuse Komora. Covering his right hand in a chakra barrier to protect from any slip-ups, Tomo cut the apple with his left hand. His gaze constantly flicked to Komora, keeping his eyes peeled for any attempt on her part to cause harm to anyone or anything. This slowed his progress, but eventually he succeeded in making 8 apple rabbits. Once finished, he held them out to his little sister. "Would you like one Komora?"
 
The man put the red globe on the desk. Komora only paid minor attention to the fruit, as she turned back to the source of her interest. The knife in the man’s hand. He pulled a small glass bottle out from his pockets and poured the ink over the knife. ”Ahh?” She tried to make an angry noise to let him know that pouring things onto the knife was not okay, but curiosity ultimately sapped all the force of her exclamation. Like sticky sap, the dark syrup slithered down the blade of until the entirety was covered. Somehow the man had avoided getting any of it on himself. He peeled the knife apart from the black sap. She ignored the ink in his hand and was focused purely on the knife that he had peeled away. That is, until he thrust the black duplicate into her view. It was strange. It looked like a knife. She quickly snatched it and examined the whole of it. It felt like rubber to her. It was sort of disappointing, but at the same time, no one had ever given her something like this before. She decided she would keep it. She held the ink knife much like a serial killer would in a slasher movie, and looked around very contentedly.

Tomo began to slice up the apple. As he did so, Komora looked on, quite fascinated by the whole scene. She felt like she was being filled up with bubbles that wanted to exploded at of her. She began to prance in place on her tippy toes and shake her free hand until at last a girlish giggle like a brook crashing down the rocks escaped her lips. She twisted and pranced in place as she watched the knife slice through the fruits flesh. She put her fingers in her mouth and bit down on her hand as she tried to contain her excitement. All too soon however, the carving of the apple was complete, and the result was plate full of little apple slices. As his task came to a close Tomo held the plate out to her. She looked at the plate and back to him for a moment. Would you like one Komora? her adult brother asked her. She was still very excited and had four fingers in her mouth as she gazed at the apple rabbits.

As she gaped absently at the display before her, she gave another excited giggle before donning a slasher smile. She gently stabbed an apple and brought the dangling slice up to her mouth where she bit it off of the tip. She looked up at Tomo, she had a very proud look on her face as the apple slice balanced on her teeth. She let the apple slice fall out of her mouth and onto the ground. ”Let Komora do it. Komora wants to! “ She grabbed the plate with her both hands, and tried to yank it away from Tomo.

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Tomo was glad to see Komora was interested in the apple rabbits. He'd had to ask around for ideas on that one, so it was good to see the work pay off. Though he couldn't quite comprehend that look in her eye. It was an odd reaction to food, unless she was famished. But he was certain his relatives fed her appropriately. One of the few perks of having a large family was that there was always someone around to help.

It wasn't until Komora shouted her desire and grabbed for the plate that Tomo understood. She wasn't so much interested in the apples, but the act of cutting the apple. The situation favored Komora, as not only did she grab the plate with both hands and use her body to tug, but Tomo had only been holding onto the dish with one hand. Due to their height different, the apple slices were flung from the plate and rained around Komora as Tomo's grip failed. Not wanting his little sister to fall yet again on the ground because of him, Tomo reacted by forming a wall barrier behind Komora. With its support, she should keep her footing. Her grip was pretty strong on that plate, but he still watched to make sure she didn't drop it.

The young man sighed, feeling drained after that fiasco, but not from chakra use. Dealing with Komora was mentally sapping his strength. He was actually starting to appreciate Tama. It seemed her pestering had prepared his patience for an event like this. If not for this greater patience, Tomo might have walked away from the situation by. He looked down at the fallen apple pieces, his face showing his annoyance. A perfectly good apple, that cost 250 yen, wasted. He didn't trust that 'five second rule' rumor he'd heard about, especially since the troupe members didn't always remove their shoes within the tents. Maybe the pieces could still be salvaged. Would washing and baking them work?

Figuring it couldn't hurt to try, Tomo bent down to collect the slices. He slid the real knife into a pouch at his hip so he could use both hands. With the first piece, Tomo placed it on the plate still in Komora's hands. "Here you go. You can play with that." Though the ink blade was dull, it could probably get through the apple eventually if she sawed at it. Hopefully it would entertain her while he finished cleaning up. As he grabbed for the last slice, something caught Tomo's eye. It was a watercolor painting that looked rather familiar to him. It was of a memorial, with a weapon resting upon it. He placed the pieces of apple in a pile and lifted the picture to look at it closer. There was an odd figure beside it which reminded him of his mother. But what really surprised him was the weapon. That was his spear, no doubt about it. He turned his gaze to Komora, his brows furrowed. What did this picture mean? The rest of the weapons strewn about were mostly swords, or more sword like. Though his spear could cut, it was obviously different from the other pictures. Had she been aware of its significance, resting upon the stone? Or did she simply like the weapon?

It was probably a question he'd never get an answer to. He was afraid to ask. Afraid to find out that his disappearance may have caused even more sadness within his family. Tomo placed the picture down and recollected the apple bits. Walking to the tent's entrance, he performed hand seals around the slices with nimble fingers, causing ink to flow out of his ink well. The black blob quickly took on Tomo's image, and he handed the pieces of apple to the clone. It trotted away as Tomo took a spot near the desk. He leaned on it while watching Komora, keeping vigilant for any sign that she was doing something she shouldn't. Before long, the clone returned, stopping outside of the tent. In its hands was Astrosigil, Tomo's special weapon. Though it was normally in bow form, the clone had switched it while returning to Tomo. The clone melted away as Tomo grabbed the weapon through the tent flap. Pulling it within, the man knelt down before Komora and held the weapon out. He didn't say a word, as he wasn't sure what to say. Instead, he watched her face, curious to see her reaction.
 
Komora was the reckless type. Nothing in the world mattered to her more than her objective, and that included personal harm. This time, however, no harm would come to her because of the thoughtfulness of her older brother. The Quick barrier of earth caught her back as she stumbled and flung the apple slices all over herself. She blinked. The apples were now on the floor, so she slid down the earthen wall until she was sitting on the floor with the apples. Tomo tried to recover some of the apples, only Komora didn’t seem to care very much. She became busy with her new objective. She tried to peel the skin off with the point of her ink knife but found that its dull blade was not very helpful. She gave a confused grunt as she inspected the edge of the knife. It only looked sharp. It seemed that it could change its sharpness somehow. It was chakra. She was familiar with chakra. She wasn’t trying to be particularly sneaky, but while Tomo was distracted, she stuck her tongue out of one side of her mouth in concentration as she focused the chakra from her body to coat the knife. If it wasn’t sharp she would make it sharp. With a thin sheen of blue about the ink, she swiftly peeled a about half of the apple slices. She then sliced into the pulp of two others before arranging them together. The peeled apples were placed like fans and without a second thought she dismissed her chakra concentration There was two such formations where the fans touched at their tips. The oddly cut slices were perpendicular to the fan formation. Then her attention turned to the slices in which she had not touched yet. As Tomo recovered the bits Komora would try to take them from him and place them on top of the formation she was creating.

The apples slice that she placed on the top had all been pieces that had been cut adjacent to each other, and thus when placed side by side as she was, nearly seamlessly came together. It demonstrated the odd way her mind thought. For some things she was very bright, and finding the slices that fit perfectly next to each other without even trying was one of them. She cut a hole into two apple slices that were equidistant apart using the tip of the knife to dig into the apple flesh. The cuts were triangle in shape, but once they were finished, the whole arrangement began to take on a look of its own. It was cute little crab made of apple slices with big eyes. Now that she was done, she gazed about the room looking for Tomo, and found him near the edge of the tent. She felt so bubbly she thought she was going to pop. She wanted Tomo to see the cute little crab she had made. She was very proud of it. The cute little crab seemed to be starring Tomo in the face with a curious expression as she held him up to see as he knelt down next to.

Except that when he had returned he was holding a new weapon. Of course she recognized it immediately, but a look of shock crossed her face. She placed the apple crab into its own little slot on the open floor. She then rolled to her feet with a scowl on her face. She pointed at the weapon in Tomo’s hands. ”No.” She scolded him, she mimicked the way her mother stood so many times before. ”Minako said no touching.” Perhaps it was curious she called Minako by her name. She did love the woman dearly, but Komora had no notion of pet names for parents. She just called them the same thing that everyone else did. She had been told so many times not to touch that weapon near the rock. She felt like she was being obedient to her mother by telling this man that he shouldn’t also. Normally she wouldn’t care about being told not to touch a weapon, but her mother was always said when she was at the rock with that weapon and that made Komora sad. She felt a big mix of emotions. She wanted to take the weapon from the man but didn’t want to touch it at the same time. It made her feel really frustrated and upset that he was holding it. The emotions seemed to keep building up inside of her. It was going to explode! She was going to explode! Her eyes opened wide in shock at herself. She knew what was about to happen, but she couldn’t control her own body, that frustrated her even more. ”YOU CAN’T HAVE IT! YOU CAN’T HAVE! PUT. IT. BACK!” She picked up the ink knife and threw it at Tomo. The pressure was gone. Komora blinked in confusion at herself, with tears in her eyes.
She felt empty. Her shouting seemed to take all of the energy she had. She didn’t understand what she was feeling now after her outburst. It was a cold and sharp feeling that she didn’t feel often. Was it… Fear? That’s right. It didn’t happen often, but in those times where she felt like her body was moving on its own, they really scared her. The girl slipped her arms around the man and pressed her face against her body. She began to cry quietly. Komora couldn’t understand what was wrong with her, but it was times like these that reminded her that she was different.
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Tomo was startled by Komora's disdain for his weapon. If she drew it, why would she say no to it? Had those brats spread the 'Forever Genin' rumor enough for even his youngest sister to think it truth? But it was quickly revealed that it was in fact their mother who had ordered that his weapon not be touched. It made sense. It was ill form to mess with a dead person's weaponry without permission, at least Tomo thought so. Tomo cocked an eyebrow at Komora's use of Minako's name. Every sibling called her mother, so hearing the name come from such a young child felt off.

This didn't matter, however, as anger showed on Komora's face. He rose from his kneeling position and tilted his head. "But this is my-" His voice was small, and easily cut off by the tiny Mochizuki's outburst. He was so taken aback by her shouting, that he failed to react to the ink knife that was whipped at him. It smacked him in his left cheek. Though he had dulled the blade's edge, the tip still came to a point. It left a gash in its wake, not too deep as to require instant medical care, but enough that blood was able to escape. His weapon clattered to the ground, and he hesitantly brought his hand to the wound. He stared at Komora, his face neutral. So much raced through his mind, equal parts good and bad. He feared her anger, yet knew it was not something she could easily control. He was happy to hear she had acquired what he believed to be respect for Astrosigil, but was a bit heartbroken that she didn't understand why the weapon was important. He was furious at Komora for her inappropriate actions, yet was unsure if there was a way to make her understand.

Komora rushed to Tomo, crying into him as she wrapped her small arms around his body. As had been the case for this entire encounter, Tomo had no words to say, or at least none that he thought would be suitable. She was like a large toddler, and sadly Tomo had never learned how to properly interact with young children. But he wouldn't give up. It wasn't farfetched that Tomo would one day become a father, and who better to help him learn than Komora? He would do his best understand her, even though it would be impossible for him to identify with her completely. That's what families do.
Tomo hugged Komora back lightly, letting her tears wet his shirt. He stayed that way for as long as she needed him to, lightly rubbing her back from time to time. It was an odd sensation, being old enough to comfort his sibling. Saka and Soko had been close enough to Tomo's age that he never played the older brother role. It wasn't good, nor bad, just new.
 
Komora pulled away from Tomo. She gathered up two armfuls of her artwork and decided to run leave the tent. She exited stage right.

[exit : Post-script because we're basically done here I guess, I neglected to post here in too long of a time and I feel like Komoras changed a bit since this time.]
 
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