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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Help at the Warehouse [Modded Mission]

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The owner of the local soap factory, Kimiwanioiyoi, was a now retired ninja. He always had a soft spot for those who practiced the ninja arts and occasionally would request the Academy to send some students over to help him out and organize the warehouse. In return for their help he would make generous donations to the academy and was relatively liked within the community. Today Hayashi Masahiko, was the student sent to help out with sorting the factory.

Before he would be sent off a Chuunin-Instructor at the Academy would've called him into the office. The man was a stern teacher, usually striking fear into the students of the academy. Hayashi at this point was still unaware that he was being sent to the Soap Factory to help sort some of the warehouse, so being called to this teacher's office would be a usual source of anxiety for even the most steadfast of academy students.

There would be a few seats outside, with a couple of students in there all waiting to be called in, some in tears, others looking as if they were going to die and even one sleeping, leaving a small puddle of drool at his feet. One by one they were called into the office until only one remained, Hayashi. After what must've felt like forever, Hayashi was finally called in through a small buzzer and a woman's voice calling to him. "Hayashi Masahiko, could you please enter the office." Just as he was called one boy had left in literal tears, wiping his face as he ran away into the hallway.
 

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His meeting with the instructor wasn't Masahiko's only source of anxiety. His body buzzed with a nervous excitement at the thought of going on a mission, whatever it might be. His hands refused to stop sweating, and there was an odd bounce in his step that caused his gait to become tight and stiff. A near constantly furrowed brow signaled his concern with the amount of thought put into this new event, however. He could barely pull off some Ninjutsu, and none of them were particularly powerful.

He never considered that a shinobi's mission would be easy and not require much Jutsu, but instead skipped ahead to the thought of partners and a team. He had never been that great of a team player. He worked well enough, sure, but it wasn't his specialty. The students in the chairs were subjected to somewhat intense looks, though the sleeping one gained nothing more than a raised brow before he was passed. When he joined them and sat, he was at the edge of his chair, which forced his back straight and seemed to be more... Professional. Furthermore, he'd gone with a more..... Sensible choice of clothing.

Indeed, he'd taken it upon himself to purchase some shinobi-like gear. His maroon pants remained slightly loose but not overly so, while a pair of open-toed, knee-length black boots provided some protection to his calves. He wore a dark maroon long-sleeved shirt under a white, short-sleeved windbreaker. He continued to adjust the clothing, and so it was obvious he disliked the practical clothing to some degree. Despite it being better than his usuals, he seemed unhappily resigned to the fact that these sorts of clothing were about to overtake his wardrobe.

His eyes flicked up as the crying student passed by. That certainly didn't seem to go well. At all. Being older than every other student in the Academy, he wasn't scared, per say, but he was somewhat concerned. With how the meeting would go and what sort of person would strike such fear into the various Academy Students.

He got to his feet when he was called, and his hands fixed the slightly out-of-place gear before he went in. He opened the door with little hesitation but realized how unsure he was of what to do when he got in. Should he salute? Bow? Put his hand over his heart? Each option flashed through his mind as he walked in and closed the door behind him, but in the end, he simply stood, silent and attentive with his hands clasped behind his back. Seemed a better thing to do than make a fool of himself, in his mind.

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The teacher stared at Masahiko for a long while without saying anything, as if to just add into the anxious terror that the boy was going through. Some people liked to collect stamps, or watch birds, but this man's hobby was to terrorize his students. Something about the thrill of striking fear into children really made him satisfied with life. A smug grin appeared on his face as he looked over to Masahiko, tapping a few fingers on his desk, in an attempt to break some of the tension between them. "So you know why you've been called into the office, correct? You were lucky enough to be chosen for a pre-shinobi mission. We tend to only provide the best students with such opportunities but somehow you made the cut. I wonder why." with a quick tap of his pen on the table and a long drawn out sigh he stood. Placing his own hands behind his back as he paraded around the desk in a faux-military fashion. His eyes locked onto Masahiko and his face scrunched up as if he'd kissed a lemon. "I want you to know.. the owner of Kimiwanioiyoi is a very valuable person to the academy. He has donated more money to this school than anyone could imagine. If you mess up here, I will personally make sure you never make it to Genin. Now with that said. Have fun." he would say with an evil smirk as he returned to his desk, flicking his wrist as to dismiss Masahiko.
 

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Masahiko merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back, though he was so unused to pure silence that his fingers began to tap a beat against the back of his opposite hand. He wouldn't seem nervous unless one looked to his eyes, which flitted to and fro across the room with no clear path. They intentionally never landed on the man's eyes, as he sort of spooked Masahiko, if the boy was to be absolutely honest. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, so that he could get to the location of his little mission and start and finish it. It wasn't much of a mission, more like an errand, but he was glad to have it nonetheless.

He looked up at the man when he began to speak, almost as if he was snapped out of some odd, self-induced trance. His eyebrows were suddenly stitched and a frown marked his face, but it wasn't but a few seconds until his features were passive once more. His face remained as it was even as the man threw an insult, though it wasn't much of one; obviously, he gained the opportunity by being one of the best students in the Academy, or Masahiko wouldn't have been picked. The thought made the corners of his lips curl up in a somewhat pleased manner.

Masahiko nodded once as he finished. While it may not have particularly seemed like it, he'd absorbed the entire little speech, as pointless as it was. Of course, he was going to be on his best behavior and was going to try his best to not mess things up. That was a given, especially since this was his first mission. He left after he bowed to the teacher, a smile stretched across his face. Time to get paid!


As he made his way towards the specified building, Masahiko mildly wondered what sort of tasks he'd be doing. He figured he'd be doing simple and rather boring tasks, but that was fine because it was just a stepping stone. Soon he'd run more important missions with members of a team if he was ever assigned one. He wasn't terribly optimistic, but he was sure he'd have some amount of fun with if it did eventually come around.

He walked to the doors of the building and waited for a few minutes before he figured he'd just enter and see what was what. Masahiko reached out and pulled on the handle with a firm and confident grip before he walked in and looked around. Now, where was he supposed to be going?

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It wasn't long before Masahiko was approached be a foreman; the man had a clipboard in his hand and a bright yellow hard hat on his head. The man seemed to very quiet and as he approached Masahiko, he spoke in what could barely be considered a whisper. "H-hello. You're the student from the academy, yes? W-well there's a few things we need you to do, but before you do any of those we need to make sure you're in the proper clothing so you don't hurt yourself. But.." he said scribbling on a piece of paper on his clipboard before handing it over to Masahiko. If read the paper would list:

Move Section A-1 to B-2, (Soap Oil Buckets)
Move Section C-5 to D-12 (Completed Soap to loading area)
Clean Section A-2 through A-5

After letting him look over the list for a moment, he pointed to a room behind him with some uniforms hanging on a handles. "Grab one of the uniforms, put it on and put it on in the dressing room." he said nodding, before being called on a small radio at his waist. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard the warning Code: Bubbles "I've got to go." he said with a quiet and defeated sigh, "Good luck.."
 

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Masahiko turned and looked at the man who clutched a clipboard as he approached, his walk rather clipped and cautious. He had a hard hat on, which Masahiko figured meant that a lot of heavy lifting was done in this facility, and his uniform looked to be drab and nondescript, which made Masahiko think that this particular job was quite a boring one. The man seemed rather timid and small through his actions and mannerisms, and his quiet and stuttered words amplified that weak personal aura of his; in fact, it all made him seem scared, but of what, Masahiko couldn't guess. Even so, he didn't seem like a particularly odd or untrustworthy person, just a wary and overly-cautious being. Someone who merely meant to do their job with as few errors as possible and then just go home, which Masahiko could easily relate to in more than a few ways.

He looked over the list he was handed curiously and unconsciously mouthed the words to himself. It seemed they only had him moving various types of buckets and then cleaning an entire section, which, all together, was nothing particularly intense. Hell, it was the opposite of intense, as one would barely have to think until they organized the buckets, which is as easily done as said, and cleaning was..... Well, cleaning was cleaning. Masahiko read it one more time and guessed it'd be easy to find where he was supposed to go and looked towards the room directed after he gave the timid man a nod. The uniforms all seemed exactly the same, which they probably were if he went and inspected them closer. He didn't want to wear one of those funny looking hard hats, to be completely honest (they made one look dorky), but his mind went back to the meeting he had with the Chuunin instructor. The people who'd given him the mission required him to wear a hard hat, so he'd have to suck it up and wear one and hope that no one he knew hung around these parts.

Though he had said little already (nothing at all, really), he waved and gave the man a, "Thank you," as he walked away to go and fix this "Code Bubbles". Masahiko wondered why they used such a childish name for a situation before he remembered exactly where he was. And what exactly they did for the village. Masahiko almost walked after him as his usually active line of thought caused him to picture giant masses of soap bubbles that had spilled out of some odd-looking machine. He could almost hear the shouts and squeals as people slipped and slid on the bubbles, each and every one of them covered in the fluffy stuff and each and every one of them had bubbles spilling out of their hard hats. The visual was enough to make him grin broadly, though he filed it to the back of his mind (for future reference, of course) and went to put on one of these blasted uniforms.

The options weren't very plentiful, but at least it wasn't a complicated decision that'd take any large amount of time. Being rather freakishly tall, it took a long while to find one that would even remotely fit him, and it was really baggy around his... Well, everything. It was made for a man a lot thicker than he, and still a little shorter, so skin above his ankles and wrists were easily seen. It was so baggy that, at times, it felt like he wore nothing at all because the cloth didn't make any sort of contact with his skin. And they didn't keep belts on these things. He sighed; honestly, he figured he looked pretty stupid already without the help of a hard hat. It was a bit (barely) better after he rolled up the sleeves and legs a bit, but then came the hard hat. Yeah, he definitely looked stupid. There was absolutely no way to wear the thing in such a way that made it look anything less than dorky.

At least his skull was safe.

After he had finished and made himself look properly stupid, he took the piece of paper that detailed his tasks out of his pocket again. "Let's see..... Section A-1 to B-2..." Masahiko started off towards the designated area, using signs and whatever else he could to keep himself from getting lost in the unfamiliar territory. He kept the paper clutched in his hand as he walked, and nodded in a friendly manner to whomever he passed, though it didn't take long for a slight pink tinge to color his cheeks. He could see their eyes look at his ankles and wrists, and at how baggy his clothes were, and his hat might've been somewhat askew, so he looked... Well, not very good or in place. So he sped up towards his destination and kept his head down and hoped that the lip of the hat concealed his face.

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While Code Bubbles made for a silly code word, Masahkio would find that it was a very apt name. There was a quick rumble of the ground underneath him, a muffled scream, and then.. bubbles. Tearing through the factory like a hot knife through butter came a crashing wave of bubbled water. As if a Tsunami itself was tearing through the factory, man and machine found no mercy from it's torrenting wave. Men were sent upwards, running with their arms above their heads as they attempted their futile chance of escape. The once organized factory was now in a state of chaos, alarms going off, men running for their lives, machines being uplifted by the powerful wave. It truly was a dark time, but hey, at least the factory would be clean after it all.

However, Masahkio was in a lucky enough position to be near enough to a door to escape, the wave may hit him, but it was honestly his best chance. However there was man that had been pinned under one of the falling machines during the original rumble of the factory. His legs were stuck under a machine with no chance of escaping, he struggled and struggled to pull himself out from under the machine to no alas. The man seemed to accept his fate bringing his hands together as if to pray. Who knew a bubble factory could be so scary?
 

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