Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy setting storyline set in the World of Ninjas where feudal daimyo, clans and ninja villages all wage war on each other for money, glory or for a common goal.

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.

Open Grocery Goof

May 28, 2018
Watashi entered the building, hands stuck in his armpits to keep them from getting too cold. It was a cold winter and having tried becoming a ninja, the youngster was dangerously low on funds. It was shocking just how much money it cost to learn jutsu and buy tools, and without taking missions, Watashi was on his last yen. Even with his money-grubbing ways and cutting as much costs as possible, the boy was still leaking money like a bad ramen shop. It was against his principles to take a mission and actually do good for the community, after all.

Of course, Watashi still had to eat, and now that he was a big proud Ninja, he figured that he should actually buy food for once instead of scrounging about in the trash bins of restaurants. It was with the resolution to become a moneybags that he walked into the store. Even though he had been in one before for party supplies, this was the first time he was coming into one to buy stuff all for himself. This was uncharted territory after all, and needed to be handled with utmost delicacy.

The first thing that Watashi realized stepping into this store though, was that he’d messed up. As he was smothered in the warm air and smell of spices, the blind boy couldn’t help but physically flinch in horror. The place practically reeked of money and there was no way that his miniscule budget would be able to afford any groceries at all from here. It was doubtful that they even called it groceries here! Probably some fat-cat term like… perishables!

In any case, Watashi kept his hands in his armpits and nervously started inching backwards towards the door. He had thought that he was successful for the first few inches, but it was when he heard a soft, “Excuse me, Mr. Kuru” that the boy turned and bolted out of the door. What sort of richman establishment waiters just casually know people’s names!?

As he burst out onto the streets, Watashi breathed a sigh of relief. The blind boy freed his hands and flapped them around a bit to feel the cold sink into them. He had to make sure that he was out of the money café, after all, and away from that terrifying “Mr. Kuru”. Maybe eating like a real Ninja could wait another day, Watashi thought to himself as he began walking away. Today feels like a real dumpster-diving day.

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