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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Getting them Greens [SSM:E-Rank/Open]

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The sun had done passed the peak of noon which hinted that the day was on it's way to ending. Most likely a few hours until the sun would make it's decent towards dusk we would fine the young Yamanaka boy, Chikamatsu Shin, on his way to the Greenhouse that his family tended. He lived in one of the few Burrows of Sunagakure that had such a place found locally. This was thank's to his father's prowess with technology allowing the specific requirements of each plant to be maintained with his mother's expertise in these plants helped them flourish by keeping companion plants together and rivals separate. These were skills that Shin was learning from both of his parents as one day this greenhouse would be his sole responsibility. On almost any day that the boy wasn't in class he was most likely in this greenhouse studying each plant and cataloging their qualities and reporting back to his mom to make sure he had them correctly.

Upon first entering the greenhouse you would be in the foyer which was filled with the most common and popular flowers, such as the Rose Cactus, the Midnight Bloom, a few Pillow Paws, as well as the occasional Succulent Gerbera. These flowers were commonly purchased in the arrangements his mother made while attracting many people to visit the small speck of green in this vast desert. A visible stair case could be seen twisting up to a higher level that would hold the lab where Shin and his mother worked on unlocking attributes of the various plants as well as crafting their legendary toxins that any Yamanaka was known for. To either the right or the left would lead to another chamber.

Upon entering the room to the right would lead to a section of the conservatory dedicated to the Land of Lightning. Shin didn't know these plants very well but he knew that some of them were rare specimens indeed as most of the Lightning Country was dedicated to ore and minerals. He was quite fond of some of these herbs and flowers. They held the deepest violet shades, which the boy knew he shouldn't ever touch carelessly. There were also tall trees with unique branches as they had adapted to survive in the higher altitudes of the mountains. Their leaves were thicker to adjust to the lower density of air in that region. Just across the ways on the other hand were shrubs found in the lowlands which had thick woody roots to help break down the mineral rich soil.

If the visitor of the Chikamatsu Conservatory went to the left instead of the right they would find a plethora of vegetation native to the Land of Fire. Beautiful full foliage with bright colors made it no surprise that the hidden village of the Fire Country was the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Filled to capacity there were more herbs and other members of the Plantae Kingdom than any other foreign land, which most likely has to do with the founder of the conservatory being from Konoha originally. Still, the collection was impressive and the flowers that bloomed here had no rivals. The aroma and the beauty of this room made it no supersize that the "Flower Power" Yamanaka Clan originated in this region.

if neither left nor right was the direction the guest desired to go then they would find themselves in the desert oasis of the Land of Wind. A more expansive collection of native plants lived here as well as a wider variety of different breeds that fell under each species category. Varying colors from blues to pinks and even yellows of the native species were the results of selective breeding that Shin and his mother had completed season after season. This room also attracted a large amount of animal life. Small desert insects loved this section of the conservatory as they fluttered from flower to flower and built hives in the crevasses of the tall cacti. This was the most popular room as it was far more relatable for the everyday villager while still adding that extra bit of "newness".

Shin could be found up stairs in his laboratory, he was finishing up with his mission that his mother had given him. He had sprigs of the Leather Leaf Ferns, the soft Baby's Breath flowers, soft purple Limonium, the trumpeting Lily of the Nile, and the relative to the Ninja's Wolfsbane, Larkspur. These flowers were all wrapped in loose paper and piled up beside the boy as he was writing in his log, keeping track of every withdraw from the garden for personal use and the response the plants made when hey lost a few blooming stems. He never took enough to cause overall harm to the plant, only enough to fill his mother's order. Though the plants were slightly harmed they would survive and live to see another day. This was the boy's regular chore and he rather enjoyed it. Maintaining the Chikamatsu Conservatory gave him pride and it made him feel more connected to the earth which was a good trait to have. Placing his book down the boy would make his rounds. He first walked through the Foyer, slowly snipping off any stems of leaves that looked ill or damaged. This would help the rest of the perennial stronger for the following seasons. When it comes to the annuals the small Yamanaka would take care to extract any seeds in the withering blooms as they were needed to be stored in order to replant that particular species. This tedious task of checking every single specimen did not bother him, and he actually rather enjoyed it.

This particular shrub that he was working on now required a little extra care. He looked across the room to find a stronger pair of clippers before pointing a single finger out towards it. Though he did not use his skills in Puppetry like his father, he still could produce the threads required to do so. He most often just used this style of chakra manipulation to grab objects that were far away. The strand lingered across the room before connecting with the clippers.Rotating his hand over so that his palm faced the sky he shifted his finger as if to say "come here". responding to the movement the clippers lifted up off of their place on the station and made their way to the boy where he would continue his upkeep before taking the flowers back to his mom.

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"Chikamatsu Shin?"

Fuu stood directly behind the busy gardener, though how he had entered the room so quietly was anybody's guess. Garbed in ANBU robes, his porcelain white mask resembled a desert owl — with feathered brows, a sharp beak, and saucer pan eyes, he exuded the natural killing instinct of a bird of prey. He held his arms behind his back, standing at attention. Really though, I should try not to scare the kid too much.

"You may relax," his voice was calm but firm, with no hints of an adversarial tone, "I've come only to ask you some questions, and possibly a favor." He paused for a moment, then added, "Good use of your chakra strings, by the way. You should keep practicing — the art of puppetry is rewarding to those who can tame it."

Slowly, the man moved towards one of the tables which held up this botanical menagerie. Gently extending one hand, he touched and tickled the leaves of a rather common, but foreign, plant. Such beauty in such simple things. How interesting. It was not often that a native of these lands saw such an assortment of flora; while they fascinated him to no end, he still had a very important reason for being here. Turning his attention back to look at Shin, he would answer any questions the boy had, before continuing where he left off.

"My first question is this: which is your favorite flower here, and why?" Such a benign inquisition! It made you wonder why he would ask such a thing at all? What will he make of it?
 
Hearing his name from what he thought was an empty room pretty much terrified the boy. Almost jumping out of his own skin the boy would turn around to see a man with the face of a bird. Was this another on of those birds he had spoke to from the Desert Expanse? Realizing that the bird was actually a mask he let out a sigh of relief, but that too was short lived as he realized something. The ANBU Black Ops was well known to be the strongest spies in the village and they concealed their identity with animal themed masks. Why was an Black Ops member here and what did this man want with Shin? "Y-yes. That's me."<i></i> His eyes quickly surveyed the ma to see if any visible weapons were drawn, but he seemed to not have a malicious intent. This thought was further supported when the ANBU told the boy to relax.

Setting the pruning sheers down he raised an eyebrow at the man as he said he had a few questions. Was he going to be interrogated? Did the village think he knew something because his mother was originally from Konoha? Because the boy truly knew nothing about that place. Perhaps his dad was tinkering in some restricted puppet styles and they thought asking the boy would reveal what was going on. Th-thanks, my dad is a Puppet Master and he tries to compete with mom for my training."<i></i> And like in almost any Shinobi home in this burrow if the village his mother got her way. The boy watched the man approach a common arrowhead flower from Konoha. The man's first question was easy.

Gesturing the man to follow the boy would head upstairs to show the ANBU his favourite flower. "So I just want to warn you, this specimen is rather unique, but fortunately it is currently blooming."<i></i> As the boy spoke the distinct smell of death could be subtly hinted at through the air as they passed through the boy's lab. "This specimen isn't really one for the general populace due to it's nature."<i></i> Finally stopping in front of a sealed off room, the boy made a hand seal to detach the basic paper tag that helped conceal the circulation. Almost as if a dead body fell from the sky the smell of a corpse wafted through the room as the boy opened the door revealing a single flower in a secluded room. "She is commonly known as the Corpse Flower."<i></i> The boy entered, unphased the putrid smell of a rotting corpse. "Most of her life she lays in waiting and even when she can show her true colors most of the time she is tossed aside as if she was trash."<i></i> The boy placed his hand on the tall six foot flower. "She is my favourite as she understands what it means to be an individual despite not matching the crowd."<i></i> As if talking about himself the boy would smile before looking at the ANBU agent.
 
How interesting. That's certainly one way to put it.

The boy had gestured to follow, and so Fuu did. And all the while, that familiar smell wafting at the edges of his nose. How interesting! Shin spoke of blooming, suitability, and finally he named the magnificent specimen that had been presented before Yatamaru's eyes.

"The Corpse Flower..." It was so grand he had to say it again for himself. Just look at this thing! What sort of plant grows like this?! His fascination with this plant showed no signs of receding. He came up to touch the plant, just as Shin did. Gently, and respectfully, he felt its humongous leaves. "What a curious flower. Still, such wonder a curious flower can cause!" The ANBU loved to speak in riddles. It adds to the mystique of the whole 'ANBU' thing. Really gets the lips moving, if you know what I mean. Fuu was trained to read people, to pick up signals and spot clues where ever they may pop up. He could hear the emotion in his voice — Fuu knew just what to say. "The world can be fickle, but whom aspires to be their bully? Do champions fit neatly in with the other pieces?" The ANBU would back away from the flower, gazing at it from various different angles. He even got up close, trying to peer inside it petals. His enthusiasm was almost comical.

"Well, that was quite illuminating. We shall proceed to the next question." The ANBU began to move as he talked, pacing back and forth and letting his body take him where it would. He was like a child at play. "From one extreme to the other; if the Corpse Flower is your favorite, which is your most despised? Which flower do you wish could be rid from this world, forever?" His voice was puzzling, almost quizzical. It had a certain bounce to it, a rhythm. It drew out enthusiasm — it was engaging. But which flower would he choose?
 
The boy smiled slightly as the ANBU before him showed some interest in the beautiful specimen. Watching him delicately touch the plant the boy showed obvious pride in the specimen as he had been tending to it for years. Almost any time when the boy had down time before starting his academy classes the boy was tending this Corpse Flower. The boy looked up at the man when he addressed the issue of bullies in this world. It was true that the young Yamanaka was aimed at by bullies in his academy due to lack of skills in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu but he stayed strong. He let out a slight sigh as a grin was on his face. He looked over to the man as he was proceeding to the next question. Taking a step away from the Corpse Flower he looked at the man with a serious gaze. How dare this stranger ask such a question? This flower child loved every plant. The obvious offense was written all over his face, but he knew he had to answer. Crossing his arms and turning his head away from the ANBU he would respond. "I don't have a least favourite, and to even ask that is ridiculous."<i></i>

He would gesture towards the door as if asking the man to leave the boy's sanctuary.
 
"Ridiculous? I think not."

Subtle, but definite, was the shift in Fuu's tone. His voice was still enthusiastic, but his words felt hollow. If his previous cadence had been like the smooth, full, reverberations of a ball bounced on stone, it now resembled the absorptive groaning and creaking of wood instead. Do you hear that flat note, right as it hits the ground? That's my impatience, growing.

"Choosing to give a non-answer is far more ridiculous. If this had been an order in the field, would you pause similarly?“ He let the question hang the branches of a twisted and gnarled tree, its implications the sweet and dangerous fruit just within arms reach. ”If I’ve offended you, I do not apologize. The hard truth of the matter is you may one day be called upon to do unpleasant tasks. We, as shinobi, accept this.” Whether we like it or not. ”You will also come to understand this, in time.”

So far, he'd learned a lot about the Yamanaka's prodigal son in Suna. He's not the kind to simply follow orders. He has to want it too. He was thankful for the mask, or else he'd have to keep himself from smiling. I suppose that just makes it more fun, though.

"Last question, then." He made no indication that he'd even registered the boy's silent gesture to leave. If the boy insisted on it further, he would ignore the requests. He stood, resolute, waiting for the boy to accept his inquisition. When the boy was ready, "How do you plan to use your gifts for the village? We shinobi have varied talents, and thus varied uses. What is yours?" The tone in the man's voice sounded like he was alluding to something, but this was the first he'd spoken about the subject.

How does he see himself? What does he want? I want to know. Once he knew, he'd be able to move onto the next phase of this operation.
 
The eyes of the boy narrowed. He didn't like it when people would question him. A downside of being on the brighter side is that you get used to people taking your word as fact without back talk, at least during his classes this was the case. Lowering his arm the boy would respond. "It's a good thing that we aren't in the field, now isn't it?" He is aware of this reality but that is the difference between being at home in the village and being out on a mission. Here he doesn't have to complete unpleasant tasks if he didn't want to. "No offense was taken, but your question still doesn't stand. I understand this, but alas we are in the village and don't have to complete such tasks so your statement stands unsupported."<i></i> The boy's words were far more mature than he appeared to be himself.

He raised an eyebrow at the man's statement of having another question. He would raise an eyebrow to perk up and listen to make sure that he could answer this question. "As of now I am interested in helping those in the Medical Branch as my talent mostly relates to my intellect. Why do you ask?"<i></i>
 
"Aren't we? War is upon us, young one — in some senses, one might consider the entire country to be a battlefield." Words of warning, to be sure.

A healer, huh? He wants what's best for people, and seems to think he knows what that is. Fuu made a mental note of this kid. He could become a very valuable asset in the future. He was still a little rough around the edges; in time, Fuu knew he could shape him into a fine ally — a pair of eyes and ears in the halls of the hospital would be most appreciated. The kid was not devoid of sense, however. It wasn't long before he was asking why Fuu was questioning him. Flatly, he responded with, "Because I wanted to know the answer." There would be no leeway. There would be no slack given. That's how the ANBU operate, kid.

Fuu wondered whether the time was right for his request. Presently, the kid wasn't exactly rearing to cooperate with him. Perhaps it would be best to cut my losses for the day? If he was truly planning to back out now, he would at least do what he could to plant a seed in the child's mind. Hopefully, that seed would blossom into understanding. "Shin, know that the time will come when your skills will be needed by this village. When that time comes, you may be asked to do unpleasant things, reveal terrifying secrets, and even fight your fellow man. Will you be ready to face those hardships head on? Or, will you find more excuses to avoid them? You can't always restrict tension to the field, you know." A jab, and a cautionary disclaimer. His words weren't meant to offend, or to calm him. They were merely words, with meanings that could be interpreted many ways. "I hope that next time we meet, you will have come to understand this."

He'd said his fill. Slowly and deliberately, he turned and walked towards the door of the facility. He said nothing else, peacefully leaving the boy to his plants. Their secrets can wait. I'll have plenty of time to pry them out from him — perhaps next time, the stakes might be even higher? Who knew what went on in the ANBU's head? Sometimes, even he didn't know.

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