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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Food to Die for [Sub-Mission]

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“You look familiar, mister.”

“Where have we seen you before?”


They asked each other this. And truly, the man before them had a face that tickled and nagged at the back of their brains. Though they’ve never seen this individual before, they know that face is one they’ve looked at before.

Then it hit.

Ah, yes. It was him. He’d got a bounty on his head. But money wasn’t why the two wanted his head. The worm that liked to invite over poor, little children with the promises of food and shelter. An utter scumbag that preyed on the weak, the desperate and the helpless that made their lip curl. Such a sick and depraved human. They were always the worst of this species. And wasn’t this a glorious random happenstance? To think they’d just stumble upon him, in the midst of one of his hunts too? They’d had their eye on this particular bounty for a long, long while.

What a god send. And lucky for the young boy he had marked as prey too.

Killing scum like these always brought them such... joy. And they’d always savor them. With the two looking as youthful as they were, they were often underestimated, sometimes even desired by these predators turned unwitting prey.

But then he had to open his big, fat mouth and ruin it for them.

Freak.

There was that word they hated so. “That’s not a good word, mister. Didn’t your mommy tell you? It’s not nice to call people bad things,” the two echoed, still in that childish tone of theirs. Though their faces betrayed the innocence of their voice as their eyes gleamed a dangerous red glow.

Before the man could fight back, he was brought low. All he could see was the hotel room’s clean white ceiling until the twins loomed at the edges of his view and knelt beside him. And, in the blink of an eye, they turned into such a fearful sight with red eyes and smoke coming from their mouths as if they had swallowed the very fires of hell themselves.

With a hum, Akihiko started poking the man’s face, watching as his eye swiveled this way and that. Two fingers started to walk and dance across the man’s face with a little jig. “‘Kane’s got da’ whooping cough and ‘Hiko’s got the measles. That’s the way the story goes,” brother giggled, fingers inching toward the eye until one finger was over his eyelid, putting pressure, pushing and slowly digging in deep. “Pop. Goes. The. Weasel.

And the man screamed and screamed while Akihiko proceeded to gouge his eyes out with such glee. Though the damage didn’t just stay physical as black tendrils of smoke started to creep into every accessible orifice, darkening his insides and poisoning his mind.

Unfortunate for him that, of all the people who knew of his crimes and his bounty, it was them who had found him. Anyone else would be a mercy; an execution was clean and quick. Time had no meaning to a mind consumed by one’s own fears. Seconds seeming like hours under mental torture. They’d often had test subjects wetting and shitting themselves out of pure terror, throwing up if anything they saw made them do so. To be the target of their malevolent attentions was a nightmare of its own. Though it was Death they brought, it was slow coming and wrought with much suffering if they chose not to show mercy. Others learned that the hard way when they managed to push someone into committing suicide, playing with their fears using words alone.

“What do you see? Tell me your good buddy Akihiko what you see. Oh, tell your poor ol’ buddy what you see. It must be real good for you to make such delicious sounds,” brother couldn’t help but cackle. His expression twisted somewhere in between a smirk and a sneer as the man squealed like a pig.

Akane has to shove two fingers into his mouth, jamming them down his throat, to shut him up. And her own stony expression doesn’t break, even as the poor sap tries to bite down on her hand. This only made shove another finger down his throat, relishing the way his face turned blue as oxygen became sparse.

And seeing this, Akihiko grabs him by the scruff of his shirt. “Naughty boy. Don’t you go biting my sister like that,” he chides. The man flails, hand balled into fists as he tries to fight back. But the lack of oxygen and whatever he’s seeing is making the fight flee his limbs. He kicks and snarls. All useless in the face of Death. “Dirty kid killers like you don’t deserve such a privilege.”

It didn’t take long until the man was no longer breathing. They let him go, bleeding from one eye socket and unconscious body struggling for breath. And it was then that they were reminded of their... young charge. They’d have to collect this man’s head and give it in later, if only to reassure people that this child killer no longer would plague anyone’s homes.

But, for now, they have a kid to take care of.

They still were squat down on the floor, beside the soon to expire man. They tilted their head back and fixed an eye each on Riyota. “You alright there, buddy? This guy sure did a number on you, didn’t he?” Akihiko hummed with a roll of his shoulders.

Akane, on the other hand, remained quiet and quietly surveyed their surroundings with a small jerk of her head. Most likely a nod of approval. Though the wrinkling of her nose might have said otherwise. The faint stench of blood, burning brimstone, piss and crap filled the air. It’s just like their good old laboratory in good old Mist. Despite this though, there was a lightness to her expression. As if she felt relieved... relaxed, despite what had just happened.

Jumping back up to their feet, they half-ambled, half-skipped to the young man. And when the boy tumbled, the two were quickly by his side. One twin was amused and one was concerned. It doesn’t really take three guesses to know who was which. They smelled the weakness like a shark smells blood. But, unlike the man they were later to behead, they didn’t abuse their power so wantonly on such helpless prey. Killing this child would be easy. That didn’t mean they couldn’t play nice for the moment though.

“Have a nice trip?” Akihiko asked, drawing out the trip in a sing song manner.

“Please don’t kill yourself with a head injury, child. And right after we’ve just rescued you too,” Akane sighed.
 

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