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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Moujuu was wandering down the street in the middle of the night, shirtless and with his usual leather pants as he meandered with no particular aim, save walking through every dark alley he could find. He was culling out any criminal activity he stumbled upon out of sheer unadulterated boredom, which was met with further boredom... and so he walked. After a mind-numbing 30 minutes of walking, he finally found a person 'throwing' him against a wall, knife pressed lightly into his abdomen as a man practically hissed, "Gimme yer money!"

The Demonborn simply grinned at the man, teeth painfully obvious as the man dug the knife a bit deeper. "C'mon, out with it ya freak!" The man shivered faintly as he noticed his breath condensing in front of him. "Should have run once you saw the fangs, moron!" He stated, before a sphere of roiling chakra formed in his hand, crackling to life as electrical bursts before he slammed the thing into the man, causing a massive burnmark as he staggered back and fell seizing to the ground. The Rasen-flash easily slew the man, though Moujuu further ensured this by cutting the carotid artery and jugular with his claws before wandering off to leave the corpse for others to deal with. One less criminal in Iwagakure, one more amusement for Moujuu. He felt like he was missing something though, almost like he was compelled to wander down the street just to give a non-existent writer an excuse to write more to meet some arbitrary wordcount. Weird. He shook his head and went to get himself a steak.

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