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.
Current Ninpocho Time:
Haku Darasu's dojo
- Thread starter Darasu
- Start date
Shimoshikon [Frost Fang]
Effects/ Augments:
Vampiric - Effect: The user gains Hp equal to 10% of the total damage dealt to a target.
Chakra Drain - Effect: The user gains CP equal to 10% of the total damage dealt to a single target.
Speacial Composition: Effect: The user must declare a base of Fire/Water/Wind/Earth/Lightning/Non-Elemental upon having this weapon equipped. Taijutsu Attacks made with this weapon gain half of the damage buffs the user has towards the element. Taijutsu Attacks are treated as the chosen element.
Damage Type: Slashing
Accuracy/Damage modifier:
+ 2 accuracy
- 10% Base damage
Effects/ Augments:
Vampiric - Effect: The user gains Hp equal to 10% of the total damage dealt to a target.
Chakra Drain - Effect: The user gains CP equal to 10% of the total damage dealt to a single target.
Speacial Composition: Effect: The user must declare a base of Fire/Water/Wind/Earth/Lightning/Non-Elemental upon having this weapon equipped. Taijutsu Attacks made with this weapon gain half of the damage buffs the user has towards the element. Taijutsu Attacks are treated as the chosen element.
Damage Type: Slashing
Accuracy/Damage modifier:
+ 2 accuracy
- 10% Base damage
+ Conservative Motion
+ Deadeye
+ Called Shot
+ Acrobatics
I trust that this should be efficient in both quality, and length for my abilities.
Three years ago....
"No, No , No" Growled Nido-Sensei , her eyes scowling down on the fallen genin. She turned away from him and began pacing back and forth across the moist earth, hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the sands. Clearly the jounin was disappointed in her genin student, but after two hours of relentless beatings she had not yet given up hope.
Darasu gritted his teeth as he brought himself from laying down, into an all fours position. His body was sore, and each muscle felt torn and shredded as if his skin had been peeled off, and then a cheese grater taken to each individual sect of his body.
"You won't last more than ten minutes in battle if you keep using your chakra up like a garden hose." The jounin spoke, turning back to her rising student, who had barely made it to his feet.
The haku gifted genin growled like a canine at her, frustrated with the lack of progress he had made. Using the distraction of conversation to buy himself some time to regain strength, he asked a question in response. "Then how do I properly exhaust myself Sensei? I only understand how to use my chakra as I mold it, which feels like a one way stream. Garden hose is all I got." He said through wheezed breaths. His emerald eyes stayed locked onto the onyx color his his teachers.
His Jounin instructor gave a strange smirk, as her eyes squared on her student like that of an eagle. "You must put a filter head on the stream. Learn to spray your energy in width, rather than in force. If you just force your most primal instincts to combat your enemy, you are no better than an animal. Learn to become efficient in movement and strength, without diving into your supply of energy." And with her last word, she seemed to blur in an instant towards Darasu and swung at him with the backhand of an angry mother.
He tried to sway in a counter movement away from her hand, but she was too fast, and he was struck across the face with he open handed knuckles, sending him toppling once more across the dirt.
"We will try again tomorrow.... And Darasu... Never try to stall me with words...."
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"No, No , No" Growled Nido-Sensei , her eyes scowling down on the fallen genin. She turned away from him and began pacing back and forth across the moist earth, hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the sands. Clearly the jounin was disappointed in her genin student, but after two hours of relentless beatings she had not yet given up hope.
Darasu gritted his teeth as he brought himself from laying down, into an all fours position. His body was sore, and each muscle felt torn and shredded as if his skin had been peeled off, and then a cheese grater taken to each individual sect of his body.
"You won't last more than ten minutes in battle if you keep using your chakra up like a garden hose." The jounin spoke, turning back to her rising student, who had barely made it to his feet.
The haku gifted genin growled like a canine at her, frustrated with the lack of progress he had made. Using the distraction of conversation to buy himself some time to regain strength, he asked a question in response. "Then how do I properly exhaust myself Sensei? I only understand how to use my chakra as I mold it, which feels like a one way stream. Garden hose is all I got." He said through wheezed breaths. His emerald eyes stayed locked onto the onyx color his his teachers.
His Jounin instructor gave a strange smirk, as her eyes squared on her student like that of an eagle. "You must put a filter head on the stream. Learn to spray your energy in width, rather than in force. If you just force your most primal instincts to combat your enemy, you are no better than an animal. Learn to become efficient in movement and strength, without diving into your supply of energy." And with her last word, she seemed to blur in an instant towards Darasu and swung at him with the backhand of an angry mother.
He tried to sway in a counter movement away from her hand, but she was too fast, and he was struck across the face with he open handed knuckles, sending him toppling once more across the dirt.
"We will try again tomorrow.... And Darasu... Never try to stall me with words...."
380 words
+ Deadeye
2 Years ago...
"Not bad. But not great." Nido said, arms folded behind her back with the usual smirk on her face, as her onyx eyes scanned the wooden targets hanging from metal wires. There was twenty targets scattered about a large underground cave, the size of a basketball course. The Jounin sensei stood in an archway that lead as the entrance to the cavern.
Darasu himself had his arms crossed against his chest, four senbon in each hand, one held tightly between each finger and a third held by the thumb. The genin's breath was steady, conserving his energy with each throw, making the most out of every movement he made. At the command of his Sensei, he yet again swung his hands in a series of crescent motions. Every several moments at the conjoined attention of his eye sight and reflexes he would release the pressure between his thumb and pointer, then straight his fingers one at a time every half second. Each time he would release another needle, striking another target.
At the flick of his wrist another four needles would be released from his tan cloak and perfectly slide into his fingers. After a series of six seconds, all twenty targets had been stuck, not one needle missing its target.
"Much better. Still not perfect though." The sensei said, her eyes noting that even though he had hit the targets, few were bulls-eyes....
231 Words.
"Not bad. But not great." Nido said, arms folded behind her back with the usual smirk on her face, as her onyx eyes scanned the wooden targets hanging from metal wires. There was twenty targets scattered about a large underground cave, the size of a basketball course. The Jounin sensei stood in an archway that lead as the entrance to the cavern.
Darasu himself had his arms crossed against his chest, four senbon in each hand, one held tightly between each finger and a third held by the thumb. The genin's breath was steady, conserving his energy with each throw, making the most out of every movement he made. At the command of his Sensei, he yet again swung his hands in a series of crescent motions. Every several moments at the conjoined attention of his eye sight and reflexes he would release the pressure between his thumb and pointer, then straight his fingers one at a time every half second. Each time he would release another needle, striking another target.
At the flick of his wrist another four needles would be released from his tan cloak and perfectly slide into his fingers. After a series of six seconds, all twenty targets had been stuck, not one needle missing its target.
"Much better. Still not perfect though." The sensei said, her eyes noting that even though he had hit the targets, few were bulls-eyes....
231 Words.
+ Called Shot
1 year ago...
Several wooden figures danced around the Haku in a strange formation, every full second moving another few feet to the right in a circle around him. Each wooden figure resembled a man, with a weapon in hand and marionette movements.
"MOVE!" The sensei known as Nido cried, knuckles white from gripping the wooden rail in front of her. She stood about twenty meters away from her student, high above on audience rafters.
But this time her student did not listen, he knew what he was doing now. Darasu let the puppets move around him as they did, almost predicting their movements as they strode. This section of the chuunin exam was his last test. The finals has brought him all the way against a master puppeteer, and he refused to let his patient teacher become disappointed.
Darasu tuned out the shouts and screams from the village around him, and focused on one thing. The movements of these damned wooden figures.
"You've got no chance suiton scum!" The puppeteer laughed, each finger controlling a different puppet. Darasu had become used to the insults of his peers. Suiton scum, water wizard, frost freak, and other stupid names were given to him over the past few years as a shinobi in the desert village. It didn't really bother him, but it was strange that he was outcast'd for having a different element than the rest of his village.
The haku remained silent all the while. His eyes darting from one puppet to the next. His strange affinity combination was his advantage over the rest of the village. He remained crouched, with his arms across his chest with a senbon needle between each hand. His breath remained silent, and his motions conserved.
"If you won't move let my puppets play, then I will just tear you apart where you sit!" The fellow competitor snarled, and threw his hands out. At that moment, each of the ten puppets stopped their circling dance, and came from all angles at the Haku. Each wooden arm was extended or drawn to hack and slash, stab and fillet.
But before they could close in on him, Darasu made a dance of his own. Arms moved in a common crescent fashion, and needles flashed about the place like an explosion of shrapnel. Each needle had become infused with ice chakra, and struck twenty different armed limbs of the puppets. Just like his sensei had taught him.
The splinters of the wooden limbs fell about in a circle around Darasu, and he stood straight now staring at the puppet master who had mocked him, the opponents face now shocked and fearful.
Darasu smiled " You let your victory defeat you." he said, holding out a hand straight. With the other hand, he performed a rabbit seal, and then a bright blue blast of cold wind threw the puppet master knocked out cold....
474 words
Several wooden figures danced around the Haku in a strange formation, every full second moving another few feet to the right in a circle around him. Each wooden figure resembled a man, with a weapon in hand and marionette movements.
"MOVE!" The sensei known as Nido cried, knuckles white from gripping the wooden rail in front of her. She stood about twenty meters away from her student, high above on audience rafters.
But this time her student did not listen, he knew what he was doing now. Darasu let the puppets move around him as they did, almost predicting their movements as they strode. This section of the chuunin exam was his last test. The finals has brought him all the way against a master puppeteer, and he refused to let his patient teacher become disappointed.
Darasu tuned out the shouts and screams from the village around him, and focused on one thing. The movements of these damned wooden figures.
"You've got no chance suiton scum!" The puppeteer laughed, each finger controlling a different puppet. Darasu had become used to the insults of his peers. Suiton scum, water wizard, frost freak, and other stupid names were given to him over the past few years as a shinobi in the desert village. It didn't really bother him, but it was strange that he was outcast'd for having a different element than the rest of his village.
The haku remained silent all the while. His eyes darting from one puppet to the next. His strange affinity combination was his advantage over the rest of the village. He remained crouched, with his arms across his chest with a senbon needle between each hand. His breath remained silent, and his motions conserved.
"If you won't move let my puppets play, then I will just tear you apart where you sit!" The fellow competitor snarled, and threw his hands out. At that moment, each of the ten puppets stopped their circling dance, and came from all angles at the Haku. Each wooden arm was extended or drawn to hack and slash, stab and fillet.
But before they could close in on him, Darasu made a dance of his own. Arms moved in a common crescent fashion, and needles flashed about the place like an explosion of shrapnel. Each needle had become infused with ice chakra, and struck twenty different armed limbs of the puppets. Just like his sensei had taught him.
The splinters of the wooden limbs fell about in a circle around Darasu, and he stood straight now staring at the puppet master who had mocked him, the opponents face now shocked and fearful.
Darasu smiled " You let your victory defeat you." he said, holding out a hand straight. With the other hand, he performed a rabbit seal, and then a bright blue blast of cold wind threw the puppet master knocked out cold....
474 words
+ Acrobatics
Present Day...
Nobody instructed him this time. He moved on his own command, as he bounced about the area with agile movements. Every time he landed, he hand to jump again, spinning and flipping with precision to dodge the shuriken that struck where he had previously landed. Every jump he needed to move faster, every movement had to be more on spot. The sound of metal piercing wood thudded about the building as he went from floor, ceiling, wall, wall, floor ceiling in no particular order other than that to survive.
The mask he wore on his face was painted in the image of a wolf, and his body moved with the agility alike to that canine who dodged trees while racing through the forest. After several minutes of this ritual, he came to a stop. When he did, he threw a handful of senbon which clashed with the shurikens that were aimed at him, leaving projectiles scattered about the floor.
"Your keeping up with me..." Called a male voice from across the room. At the length stood Darasu's brother, dressed in jounin vest and shinobi clothes. "My old team member Nido did you good...."
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Nobody instructed him this time. He moved on his own command, as he bounced about the area with agile movements. Every time he landed, he hand to jump again, spinning and flipping with precision to dodge the shuriken that struck where he had previously landed. Every jump he needed to move faster, every movement had to be more on spot. The sound of metal piercing wood thudded about the building as he went from floor, ceiling, wall, wall, floor ceiling in no particular order other than that to survive.
The mask he wore on his face was painted in the image of a wolf, and his body moved with the agility alike to that canine who dodged trees while racing through the forest. After several minutes of this ritual, he came to a stop. When he did, he threw a handful of senbon which clashed with the shurikens that were aimed at him, leaving projectiles scattered about the floor.
"Your keeping up with me..." Called a male voice from across the room. At the length stood Darasu's brother, dressed in jounin vest and shinobi clothes. "My old team member Nido did you good...."
192 words
I trust that this should be efficient in both quality, and length for my abilities.
Abilities:
0. Shadow Tactics
1. Conservative Motion
2. Deadeye
3. Called Shot
4. Acrobatics
5.
6.
7.
8. Kinjutsu
9. Kinjutsu
10. Kinjutsu
Above are your new set of abilities, which have been approved, so have fun, Darasu~!
0. Shadow Tactics
1. Conservative Motion
2. Deadeye
3. Called Shot
4. Acrobatics
5.
6.
7.
8. Kinjutsu
9. Kinjutsu
10. Kinjutsu
Above are your new set of abilities, which have been approved, so have fun, Darasu~!
Current Ninpocho Time: