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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Strained, heavy breathing. That's all that could be heard as a figure wearily shuffled towards what served as the gates to the Village Hidden by Sand. Apparently it was...a building? The complex was enormous. Grandiose, even. And possibly a tad too conspicuous for the entryway to a Hidden Village. But whoever this was approaching didn't seem to notice (or even care) about any of that. Their pace was painstakingly slow, like that of a zombie. Whoever-or whatever-this was didn't exactly seem normal. Anyone watching would instantly be able to recognize that something was wrong. And once they'd made it to the front of the structure? They stopped.
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"I.............MADE IT!!!!"

An extremely sunburnt, severely dehydrated, possibly half-dead young man with rose-colored hair stood in nothing but his undergarments with his arms raised. His cry of victory seemed to echo for miles around as he just stood there, unmoving except for his heavy panting. Just from a glance one would be able to tell that he was NOT in good shape. His skin was beet red from overexposure to the sun, and his whole body looked like it had taken the full brunt of several sandstorms. His clothes (and sandals) were long gone, the youth having ditched them when he eventually concluded that they were "too hot to wear". He also hadn't had a drop of water since he set foot in Wind Country...which was a week ago. His eyes were blank. Actually, it looked like he was barely conscious at all. Either this kid was insane, had never traversed a desert before, or was just about the dumbest person that had ever lived...

...maybe all three.

Unfortunately he wouldn't be able to regale anyone with a story, because after about fifteen seconds of holding his pose...he collapsed facefirst into the sand. Out cold hot. If he had just stuck with his traveling companion this never would've happened. Or at least...they'd both be in this bad of a shape. Hopefully someone was guarding the entrance and would be able to help, because if not? I'm not sure this pink-haired buffoon would make it through this one. The sheer amount of stamina he possessed was astounding...but even he had his limits.

About a mile off a second figure was approaching at a slightly faster speed than the first. But their gait didn't seem that much healthier. The desert was unforgiving, and no place for the ill prepared. Good thing this particular fool never prepared for anything, eh? It was only a matter of time now before the second stranger reached the Dojo. Would the unconscious wanderer receive help? Or would the gates to this Shinobi Village serve as his sandy grave? Only time would tell.

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Episode 1: 'Dead Guys at Our Door'| Side Story Shenanigans Arc said:
[col]Roku let out a sigh as he sat upon a perch of the dojo. He was not in his ANBU attire, no, today was a day he was going to be mask free. It almost felt like he had been losing himself in his duties as ANBU and his vigilante crime fighting, so now it was time to be Roku once more. Caught up in his thoughts, he would notice a basically naked individual standing triumphantly before the dojo. Within a few seconds, that same conquering hero would collapse face first into the ground. He would let out a sign as he would snatch up some items he had sitting next to him. Usually, visitors appeared either fully prepared for their hike across the sands or they arrive on the door step on death's door step. This pink haired man seemed to be the latter.

Jump off from his seated position, he would quickly make his way to the collapsed man. Tossing a blanket over the body of the underwear clad stranger would give him not only a measure of decency but also some relief from the sun. He would then turn the man's head to the side and pull out a canteen and begin to sloppily pour some cool water down the throat, and upon his face.

"Hey, hey man are you able to get up? Hmmm.... I got another trick I try..."

If the individual did not response, there was one more trick he had up his sleeve; a healing punch that would knock some life back into the collapsed underwear bandit. Deep down, he hoped he could avoid that as it looked very aggressive and he had only done this once before and wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't kill the visitor. It also seemed like others were now approaching, hopefully friends of the man on the ground that could assist. If not, this might be a stressful gate day.
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Name: Okayama Roku
Epithet: Suna's Raging Beast
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Eyes: Red
Blood Type: O Negative
Personal Data
Stamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600
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A cool sensation trickled down the young man's throat (and all over his face) as a canteen of precious, precious water was emptied into his mouth. The wanderer vigorously 'glugged' the life liquid even as he was unconscious, showing either a remarkable will to live...or a knack for consuming things. Maybe both? A blanket was strewn across his crumpled form, providing some protection against the sun's harsh rays. But BOY was it hot! If he had any choice in the matter, the pink-haired moron would've kicked the sheet off in a second. See, the kid ditched his clothes because it got too hot, not even bothering to take the goddamned sun into account. He wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

And speaking of crayons, this white-haired guy knew what he was doing! Probably wasn't the first time he had to save some reckless idiot from dying at Suna's gates. But despite the water and blanket, the sunburnt traveler was still out cold. He'd been braving Wind Country's wastes basically nude for a week without provisions. It was gonna take more than that to rouse this oaf. Luckily, Roku had more than that! "Guuurgghhh..." was the boy's only response to his savior's question. He didn't look like he was getting back on his feet anytime soon. So after all else failed, the Sand Shinobi had one more card left to play...

...he punched him.

Not just a regular punch though! This one had healing juices in it...or something. The still unconscious wanderer let out a strained, "Oof-!!" as Roku's fist met with his back. The healing chakra did its thing, rejuvenating the boy's damaged body a bit...but it still wasn't enough to awaken him. He went limp once again. It was beginning to seem like this kid needed thorough medical attention...

While this was all happening, the second figure had been steadily approaching the scene the entire time. Roku would be able to see the form from quite a ways off...and it looked HUGE. Some gargantuan creature, serpentine in appearance and with a maw full of spear-like teeth. It was like something out of a nightmare...but the inhabitants of Suna knew of it and the threat its species posed all too well. A sand worm. This one's behavior was odd though. It appeared to be...dragging along the top of the sand, and at an extremely slow pace. It was also coming at Roku and his 'patient' longways, something that was completely irregular for its kind. But it never stopped just kept on inching closer and closer until it was nearly upon the two...and then all of a sudden it stopped.

Another young man, this one with a mane of long black hair and several facial piercings stood before them, covered in blood and some other corrosive substance. Now that he was up close Roku would be able to confirm that the hulking mass off in the distance had infact been a sand worm...except it had been eviscerated and was now draped over this stranger's shoulders. He looked roughed up...but he didn't appear to be straining all that much underneath the creature's weight. If the Sand Shinobi was observant, he'd be able to tell that the large wound in the beast's underside appeared to have come from the inside. Just who the hell was this guy? "Tch..." the newcomer scoffed, glaring at the unconscious kid before him. "...figures the dumbass would be asleep." he kicked the downed youth in his side, not too hard, but enough that he'd feel it when he woke up. Not exactly a friendly gesture...but it seemed like these two had at least met before. The blood-soaked drifter glanced to Roku, his scowl persisting. "You. What is this place?" What's that? Oh yeah. These two didn't mean to come to Suna...they both got lost and just wandered around aimlessly until they ended up here.

Geniuses, I know...
 

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Episode 2: 'Healing Punch'| Side Story Shenanigans Arc said:
[col]It would seem that the water was helping a bit, but deep down Roku had already gotten all worked up about punching the poor guy. From a previous experiment, he learned that the gates and his own natural ability to hit a bit harder than usual seemed to amplify it. One last kicker, he had pretty wicked aim (Precision Blow) to make his punch all the more effective. Either way, aside from the all the ninja-mumbo jumbo, the punch would causeFist of Virtue technique could be used with a healing property (Special Action Charity). This coupled with his unlocking of chakra more good than harm but the brain's reaction to being hit probably would be one that would cause the recipient to tense up or feel phantom pain. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure if the punch, although a healing one, did just naturally hurt because... it was well a punch.

"You'll probably live... got a name, stranger?"

Before the pink haired boy would have much of a chance to respond, something else would catch his attention as the chakra signature from the distance started to appear. That would be all good and well, until the visage seemed to take the appearance of a sand worm. It was odd to see one of them this close to the village and even more odd to see one exposed for this long. Usually the sharks of the sand would stay submerged much longer before rearing their big ugly mugs. The worm would stop and another figure would continue to make their way forward. The individual seemed to have gone through some amount of hell.

Based on the gunk, did he get eaten and bust his way out? Not a bad strategy as the damn things are definitely easier to cut from the inside. Still, pretty impressive.

Letting out a whistle to show he was impressed, Roku would commend the approaching stranger.

"A bit bigger than a baby, but still a young one. Not bad, stranger number 2."

It was true, even with the massive size, it was relatively miniature compared the remains that used to serve as their village entrance. However, taking down one by themselves or with the assistance of his now crumbled over acquaintance...

Wait... are they together? Too strange of a coincidence to not be.

... was still a pretty impressive feat. It meant that at leas the one still standing was an above average shinobi that could cause trouble, He was now curious as to who the hell these pierced and odd haired punks were.

"Me? Roku. This..."

He would point back to the dojo.

"Toraono Dojo, the current entry point to the lovely village of Suna. What do ya want?"

Even though he asked the question he would still toss the newcomer a canteen that had been attached to his belt. While he was curious as to what the visitors wanted, he was no sadist. Offering those who happened to make it to the village, whether intended or not, usually needed some water. Courtesy was not lost in the sand box.
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Name: Okayama Roku
Epithet: Suna's Raging Beast
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Eyes: Red
Blood Type: O Negative
Personal Data
Stamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600
Fight Data
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The black-haired stranger watched in silence as Roku tried his best to awaken the downed idiot, but in the end it was for naught. This kid was gonna be out for quite some time. He was pretty roughed up...and considering how long he sleeps regularly? Let's just say that if he was lucky, he'd be up by next week...

"Hmph." was the only response the young man gave to the Sand Shinobi as he shrugged his shoulders, the sand worm's bloody carcass rolling off of him and crashing into the sand as a result. Young or not, the beast put up quite a fight. The currently incapacitated kid hadn't been any help considering the duo had split up before they even entered Wind Country. So the black-maned drifter was forced to brave the sands alone. In hindsight it probably worked out for the best, considering his fool of a traveling companion had this incredible knack for getting lost. If they'd stuck together they might've never even made it here!

Roku introduced himself to the still-upright traveler, who locked eyes with him but remained silent as he listened. Apparently this was the "Toraono Dojo" and it also served as the entrance into the Village Hidden by Sand. "Suna..." He thought to himself as he looked up at the gigantic structure, scoffing after a few moments. "Little obvious for a Ninja Village." he quipped, narrowing his eyes on the Dojo. Either these guys had some monstrous shinobi that they were confident could defend their Village...or they were stupid. Something told him it was the former. A hand reflexively shot up to catch the canteen tossed at him by the Sand Shinobi, the stranger taking a few moments to uncap it and waterfall a few swigs of water. Afterwards he screwed the cap back on and threw it back to Roku. He then nodded towards him...unfortunately it was about all the thanks the ninja would get. He wasn't purposely trying to be rude...it's just how he was. Roku asked what they wanted which caused the still-standing traveler to glance towards his downed companion. "Well considering this moron's half-dead..." he began, his words trailing off as his eyes drifted upwards.

"A drink'd be nice." Ouch. These guys might've known eachother, but it didn't seem to be the most friendly of relationships. He stared at Roku and would wait, the scowl he arrived with on his face never having faded. He wasn't looking too healthy either to be honest. Small scratches and bruises covered his body, and his clothes were all but shredded. What looked like it used to be a vest covering his torso was only hanging on to one of his shoulders by a thread. And the white trousers he used to wear were understandably not as bright anymore. Not to mention there was no telling what blood was his and what was the sand worm's that covered his body. So what was gonna be? Was the pink-haired underwear bandit going to perish on Suna's doorstep? Or would the duo be granted asylum to this much-needed watering hole?
 

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Episode 3: 'Welcome(ish)'| Side Story Shenanigans Arc said:
[col]His eyes would scan down to the still out-of-it pink haired one and then would turn back to the pierced one. This one, seemed to be rather standoffish and did not really seem to care for the one on the ground. However, it was still his belief that the two of them were together and the small comment made about needing a drink over the well being of the downed individual did not seem to dissuade his opinion on that.

"Usually this is where I grill you about a passport and identification, however, that would seem like a rather indifferent way of handling guest. You can come in and get your drink, after I explain 3 stipulations."

Roku would hold up his right hand and raise three fingers.

"One; I will need you to stop by our Kazekage tower and register you and your friend as visitors once the both of you get back on your feet."

His left hand would point over in the distance of the still developing residential area that sat upon the surface, within the middle of it was a massive tower. His right hand would lower one of the fingers.

"Two; As a visitor you are afforded all the accommodations of any guest; please take in all the village has and enjoy yourself while you are here."

Another finger would lower leaving only his index finger. Meanwhile, his mind would take a Snapshot of the duo before him as his Chakra Sense would activate.

"Three: We are a very welcoming village, and we have been burned as that. You will not be hawked while you are here, we have faith our visitors aren't shits... but should you or Captain Underwear misbehave while here.... then you will be introduced to a very angry side of this gentle village."

With that his fingers would lower and his smirk would return. He would then step aside, to provide a visual representation he was allowing them entry.

"Oh, also, if you could carry him until he wakes... that would be great. A dead body out here will get putrid pretty quick. Welcome to Suna."

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Name: Okayama Roku
Epithet: Suna's Raging Beast
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Eyes: Red
Blood Type: O Negative
Personal Data
Stamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600
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No witticism. No grunt of disapproval. The black-maned stranger merely folded his arms and watched with an unmoving facial expression as Roku spoke. Maybe surviving the harsh wastes around Suna knocked some slight measure of decency back into the mercenary? "This guy sure does yap a lot..." Or...maybe not. Nonetheless, the gruff ill-mannered traveler did listen to everything the Sand shinobi had to say. There were to be granted access after all! But there were a few caveats...

First, they would need to log their visit at the Kazekage Tower. If he hadn't been swallowed by a sand worm and been forced to roam the sands around Sunagakure for the past week, this might've brought a malicious smile to the merc's face. They hadn't planned on ending up in Suna, but they had. And since they were already here, eventually they were going to need to speak with village leader. And now because of Roku it looked like that was going to happen sooner or later. Perfect. The second was basically just Roku telling them to have a good time. While he was going to TRY to make this visit about business...it was only a matter of time before the pink-haired moron infected everyone with his stupid. He was sure they'd have plenty of "fun" here before their visit was up...

And the third? A not-so-thinly-veiled threat. This one actually drew a small, "Heh..." from the mercenary. It wasn't that he didn't take the gate guard seriously...in fact it was exactly the opposite. They HAD to have strong shinobi here if they were letting strangers through their gates without identification or anything. Good. This would ultimately help his goal if things turned out alright. He'd have to make it a point to remember this "Roku" guy. Seemed pretty tough in his own right. And though the mercenary despised just about all shinobi...at least this one was interesting. After all his Rules of Visitation were laid out, the black-haired traveler nodded, agreeing to them. The gate guard then stepped aside and welcomed them, asking if he could bring the idiot with him (at least that's what HE heard.) "Time to take the trash out..." He muttered as he took a few steps forward and bent down, grabbing the unconscious numbskull by his stupid-colored hair and proceeding to drag him as he walked.

"C'mon, Barakami. You're not dyin' today." he spoke as he quite literally tilled the sand with his companion's comatose body. He would kick the doors to the Dojo open, paying little mind to whether or not the unconscious deadweight was bumping into things. "...unless I feel like it." And with that? They were in! It was time to go get that drink. And maybe drop the lug off at a hospital...

...y'know...if there was one on the way.

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