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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:

Hirato Yong Dojo

Gashadokuro Dojo #2

Could I get re approval for this chap please?

https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=325949#p325949
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HP: 32400 (35+15+4)x600
CP: 35400 (40+15+4)x600
High: Melee Accuracy
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save
Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC, Ninjutsu Accuracy
Class Bonus: +4% HP & CP mod
AP: 5

1. Mount
2. Ancient Wisdom
3. Cursed Seal - +1 Ninjutsu Accuracy. Ninjutsu Accuracy raised one level. +1 Ap. Partial hits against the user are treated as full hits.

Type: Unarmed
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Blood Rack, Blitz, Razor Strike.

Rank D:
Mystical Hand [Mastered]
Coagulation [Mastered]
Rank C:
Skeletal Fortification [Mastered]
System Restoration [Mastered]
Rank B:
Mystical Force [Mastered]
Medical Ward [Mastered]
Rank A:
Angelic Blessing [Mastered]
Regeneration [Mastered]
Resuscitate [Mastered]

Rank C:
Squall [Mastered]
Rank B:
Voltaic Flash [Mastered]
Rank A:
Infinity Rain [Mastered]
Gates of Babylon [Mastered]

Rank C:
Black Eruption [Mastered]
Rank B:
Black Moon Fang [Mastered]
Rank A:
Absolute Void [Mastered]
 
Gashadokuro Dojo #3

Sorry for the bombardment, just trying to get battle ready


Could I please unlock:
Genetic Implant - Stand Fast (Steadfast)
One of Yong's first positions within the ANBU Corps was as squadron 6's Medical and Interrogation special operative due to his natural talent with medical ninjutsu and his remorselessness... it was a roll the young shinobi had excelled at. During one interrogation his subject was a dangerous S-Rank Missing Ninja buy the name of Kyuuten with exceptional healing granted him by a curse seal placed upon his back. The subject, under 'gentle' persuasion, had called the seal a 'heaven' seal. Over many days the ANBU interrogated his captive, extracting all the information he could on the man's cohorts who were still at large. During this time he had also formed a second, and in his opinion far mor pertinent, objective. With surgical precision and pitiless fascination Yong pushed the forsaken shinobi to his limits, documenting the healing rates, pain response and threshold of the cursed seal keeping the man alive far longer than any human had a right to.
Finally, once he realised he had gained all he could from his subject he swiftly inhumed him, took a quick 'snapshot' and disposed of the body with the practiced simplicity of one who was very familiar with the grim task.
Throughout the many years between then and now the old shinobi had scribed thousands of variants of the 'heaven' cursed seal he had studied that day so long ago, sometimes on involuntary subjects, to test a theory or limitation. Yong had learnt, through trial and error, that the most extreme effects could be achieved when multiple, smaller seals were utilised alongside ones own shinobi resilience and conditioning. This learning put into practice the now old Shinobi was capable of resisting immense punishment from even the strongest of Ninjutsu and Taijutsu. The only downside to pushing the technique to such an extreme is that he can only maintain the seals (now hidden within his intricate tattoos) for a matter of seconds. Though if there is one thing the old shinobi's troubled life has taught him it is that a matter of seconds could very well be the difference between life and death. (350 words)

And Genetic Implant - Undying Warrior (Steadfast)
Kinkeiria-Heika, God-Queen of a dark realm beneath the waves, had kissed the old man on his forehead as a sign of her favour as well as a literal gift of her immortal chakra. As her cold limps gently touched his old skin her chakra pulsed through his system, like a wave of cool water. An invisible seal remained where the queen's lips had once been, only visible when Yong released the seal. When the seal is released the old mans veins become highly luminescent as the queens power serges through his circulatory system. Kinkeiria-Heika's gift appeared, upon first experimental observations, to simply allow for a revitalisation of mind and body, useful but not groundbreaking.
One night whilst the old man had been cleaning his sword he had fumbled momentarily and the blade had tumbled from the table onto the floor. The blade bounced once before cleanly slicing the tips off of the toes on his left foot, the monofilament blade slicing through flesh, bone and boot with almost no resistance.
As soon as the blade had bitten through the unresisting flesh of its wielder the God-Queen's seal burst into unbidden and uncontrolled activity. The luminescent chakra infused blood surged through the severed appendages, coiling out to grasp the separated segments and quickly reuniting them with their recently separated toe joints. The severed nerves screamed momentarily as they fused together once more, sending a quick jolt of pain up his leg before returning to normal nerve response, severed digits and all.
Yong is yet to test the effect in combat and he hopes he will never have to but, as a seasoned shinobi, he knows that the day will come sooner or later. He is also hesitant to test the seal further in a controled environment as he now fears the seal may only have a limited number of uses... (309 words)
 
Re: Gashadokuro Dojo

*stares*

Okay, uh.

Genetic Implant stuff is fine.

That's...not a full BL table; it has to be a full table.

Weapons are mostly approved and will be fully once BL table is completely filled out.

Inventory is approved. Summon is approved, though you need to specify the subtype that your summon's Senjutsu uses.
 
Re: Gashadokuro Dojo

Oh, my bad Makoto, I will fix it now.

Senjutsu uses Will Genjutsu subtype please.
(Demonic Ancestry (D), Nanjirou (N)
1. Ancestral Weapon - passive (N)
2. Natural Weapon - passive (D)
3. Third Eye - passive modification (D)
4. Wrath Seal - activated passive (N)
5. Devil's Trick - dependant special move (D)
6. Death Touch - independent special move (D)
7. Battoujutsu - jutsu (N)
8. Iaijutsu Mastery - bloodline fighting style (N)
9. Temporized Slash - jutsu (N)
10. Form of the Demon - jutsu (D)
 
Gashadokuro Dojo #4

Could I please train these eleven abilities
Gravity... Every creature of the natural world, be it the mightiest elephant to the smallest paramecium, felt the power of gravity all the time. Though under its influence many simply forgot or never knew of its existence at all, living their lives with an invisible burden holding them to the ground. To a shinobi this universal constant is just another force that can be manipulated and warped. Yong's teachers in the academy had been shocked to learn that, during lessons on chakra manipulation, Yong had effortlessly and without training manipulated his own interaction with gravity to achieve the same results as the rest of his class. To walk on water he would just become lighter than the water. To walk up a tree or sheer rock face he would manipulate gravity naturally to shift its alignment to a horizontal axis. In later years as his power developed further Yong realised that he could not only use hand seals to cast complex Gravity Ninjutsu but that he could utilise their destructive capabilities with a simple, instinctual touch. (176 words)

During his time at the Ninja Academy Yong had been taught the importance of working as a team to achieve missions, each member contributing what they could to survive and achieve any task given to them. For countless hours he had trained to work in unison with his younger brother Migoya, learning each others shortcomings and strengths and how to seamlessly anticipate and assist each other in the heat of combat. As an ANBU he had learnt that the hardest targets to apprehend or eliminate were those who had the support of others. Metsu and Doku were the first ANBU assigned to him as a new ANBU Captain. He had utilised techniques in their training that he and his brother had practiced for many years, shaping the three of them into a well oiled killing machine. Now, upon their reunion in his old age, he had learnt one more lesson, old habits die hard. (154 words)

Hours upon hours had been spent learning the lessons of long dead masters, through their countless books, scrolls and artworks. Reading, contemplating and utilising the teachings therein Yong became a master of practical strategy. For every situation there was a solution, and if the solution to any given situation had already been prepared mentaly ahead of schedule then all the better. For this very reason Yong carries a hundred different items, sealed into the tattoos that covered his body. The person who is prepared for anything is surprised by nothing and, like in shogi, it was always better to learn from your opponents mistakes than your own... And sometimes a lot less fatal. The reason you couldn't teach an old wardog new tricks is because they know them all. (129 words)

During his long years in the wilds of the Fire Country Yong learnt that speed was just as important as strength, if not more so. If his speed was utilised correctly Yong found that he could overwhelm much stronger opponents than himself. In his youth he had both respected and feared the speed of the Hyuuga clan. Masters of the clan were able to spin with such rapidness that they could deflect incoming attacks with almost total impunity, their speed overcoming almost any power thrown at them. These same masters could, in turn, deliver countless strikes in the blink of an eye, to this day the most powerful Taijutsu he had ever witnessed had been utilised by this clan. Through their teachings and years of emulation Yong could now strike with this level of speed and control, taking mere seconds to complete combinations that would take most shinobi three times as long. Overwhelming speed coupled with overwhelming force, a true mastery of Taijutsu combinations had been achieved. (167 words)

One of the most powerful abilities Yong had developed over his long years was an instant memorisation of the topography around him as well as a sense of the movements of those souls of the people in that general vicinity. With the addition of the demonic blood into his nervous system his senses have reached an even finer point of tuning, to an inhuman level of perception. Yong can now process and calculate extremely small fluctuations in refracted light, ambient air pressure and even pierce through chakra enhanced stealth Jutsu, be they Genjutsu or Ninjutsu based. The end result is a shinobi with no blindspots, something akin to the Hyuuga clan's Byakugann though with a far more clarity and a far shorter range. (123 words)

Sometimes people are born with the ability to interchange their dominant hand between right or left. Most people, on the other hand, do not have this trait, having a dominant and off hand from birth. Yong fell in amongst the latter, being born with no natural affinity towards ambidexterity he was forced to take the long road. First he studied music, learning to coordinate between the left and right hemispheres of his brain to play complex compositions flawlessly. Next he moved on to weaponry, learning and mastering many techniques to overcome his limitations. Now, after over fifty years of daily training, Yong had mastered the art of true ambidexterity. He now had the capability to crush a man's skull in one hand whilst writing a sonnet with the other... The fact that this trained for situation has never actually been required has been a source of unlimited disappointment to the old shinobi. (152 words)

When his son was placed into an induced coma, due to his extensive and catastrophic injuries, a hidden seal placed upon his forehead became infused with foreign chakra. Blinding light filled the room momentarily before revealing a floating, half naked woman with a regal air about her and a large beast he had come to know as Urufuebi, his sons own personal Contract Creature, coiled beneath her. The woman spoke calmly to the old man, explaining the covenants and promises that had transpired between herself and his son. She explained that part of the covenant between them was that she would lend her power to his son's family when he was not capable of protecting them himself. She told that Urufuebi was bound to his son and would fight beside those that had his son's goals and interests at heart. The Queen offered Hirato Yong this power, to summon his son's Contract Creature when required to aid the family if he swore to keep her champion safe until he was well enough to defend himself. The Queen also offered the old shinobi the same covenant she had once offered his son, though only temporarily whilst her champion returned to the field. Yong humbly accepted her offer readily, he had seen his son's 'crab monster' in action... With his current goals he would take all the help he could get. (229 words)

Repetition is the key to mastering any shinobi art, the art of the quickdraw was no exception. During his youth Yong had set up multiple targets around his dwelling. Whilst he was doing every day tasks he would practice his quickdraw. Cleaning his teeth, draw and throw a kunai... Washing his hands, draw and throw a shuriken... Brushing his hair, draw and throw some senbon... Every repeated action added a little more speed and a little more accuracy. As he aged his muscle memory and skills progressed even further, some called him a hawkeye, a prodigy with thrown shinobi tools but Yong knew he could improve more. For many more years he continued, adapting the art of the quickdraw to all kinds of weapons as well as occasional eyeball... (129 words)

The first time Yong came across an armoured target was also the first time he faced his own mortality. His Shuriken, Kunai and Senbon ricocheted impotently off of the armoured enemy. If it was not for the presence of the rest of his ANBU squadron he would have lost his life. That day he added an extra step in his daily training regime, dedicated to the art of armour negation. He started with one thousand sheets of paper nailed to a wall. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months, each day the boy would throw senbon and each day he would penetrate deeper, layer by layer until he could finally strike the wall through the entire stack in a single throw. Through the years Yong 'upgraded' his targets as he mastered them, wood, copper, stone all mastered. Now, after almost fifty years of daily training Yong had refined the technique to an art form, able to pierce through an inch of cold forged steel with a toothpick from 50m. (168 words)

When Yong was fifteen he received his first curse seal, in the form of his ANBU tattoo. It was the beginning of an obsession for the young shinobi. Over the many years of his life time Yong has experimented with curse sealing on hundreds of subjects, willing or otherwise, including himself on more than one occasion. Refining the process down to an art form Yong has learnt to integrate the complex patterns of any given curse seal into tattoo artworks. Using a stick'n'poke method, his tools, bone needles from a Kaguya and the blood of a fallen Exalted warrior mixed with natural ochre from sacred places, Yong was able to refine his process. Though he had met Dark Sages with the ability to make more potent cursed seals than he as well as the forbidden Abominations that could amplify any curse seal tenfold above his capabilities Yong found himself in a third category, master tattooist. Intricate designs and custom artworks, with his special method he could not only make reasonably potent Cursed seals he could also make their effects as well as the seal itself into a masterpiece. His current Curse Seal was concealed in the eyes of the serpent tattoo that coils around his body and face. When the seal is activated it activates a form of local camouflage, drawing any onlookers attention away from the old shinobi and making it hard to anticipate or even follow his movements. (240 words)


Yong has worn many types of armour throughout his lifetime. From a Gennin Vest to Anbu Captains white plate mail concealed beneath robes Yong had worn them all. He had also learnt, sometimes the hard way, that many forms of traditional armour simply cease to function with their intended purpose once high ranking shinobi are added to the equation. During his time as a Jinchuriki Yong learnt the value of a new kind of armour, an armour you could don in a second without assistance, an armour you could carry with you even if caught whilst bathing. Chakra Armour. Through years of study and practice Yong was able to achieve higher levels of control and sustainability of chakra armours, allowing him to maintain them for longer and stronger than a normal shinobi. (132 words)
 
Re: Gashadokuro Dojo

Could I please grab the following weapons?

Weapon 3
Type: Puppet - Bleeding
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Primal, Mirage, Wired & Ambidexterity - Dual Wield

Weapon 4
Type: Puppet - Bleeding
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Primal, Mirage, Wired & Ambidexterity - Dual Wield

Weapon 5
Type: Puppet - Bleeding
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Primal, Mirage, Wired & Ambidexterity - Dual Wield

Weapon 6
Type: Puppet - Non-offensive jutsu modded .25 AP faster
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Primal, Mirage & Quick Switch

Weapon 7
Type: Puppet - Non-offensive jutsu modded .25 AP faster
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Primal, Mirage & Quick Switch
 
Re: Gashadokuro Dojo

Could I get the following please.
~~~Chimera Link~~~

Third Bloodline/Core ability application - Temporal Strider (2726 words)
#1, #2, #3 and #4
Gashadokuro had traveled for days towards the location of the secret Myakashi lab hidden within the country of Moon. When he needed sleep he would summon Urufuebi, his son's twelve foot long sea monster gifted to him by the Queen of the Mists, the monster would carry him through his rest so that their pace would never slow. He knew his son was safe but he had an appointment to keep... Fifteen days, over land and water, beneath the storms... He would be there in fifteen days.


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Thunderheads rolled in the distance over the tumultuous oceans surrounding the entire island as he made his way towards the Myakashi Medical Facility designation 146, an old Myakashi facility from before the Samurai invasion. To the best of his knowledge the facility had been positioned on the side of a large mountain but as he approached the location he was met with an astounding sight. In place of a concealed entrance stood a moderate sized village, smoke coiling from multiple chimneys mingling with the ever present mists. He focused his old eyes, concentrating on the banners hanging from some of the buildings. "Myakashi Clan banners... It appears our family has been busy these past two weeks Uru..."
He stated as he scratched the top of the large creatures head, the beast purred a deep grumble in response before fading into the mists, returning to the spirit world with one final deep rumble, leaving the man alone on the mountain side.
Yong chuckled at the beasts response and sudden departure, "...pleasure chatting with you as always Urufuebi."

Cursed chakra pulsed from his multiple cursed seals, making his form shimmer into almost perfect invisibility. Utilising supernatural shinobi speed enhanced with gravitational 'jinking' Yong dashed from building to building through the small village, scanning the people going about their lives. He crouched on the roof of a larger building overlooking what must be the centre of the town, looking for a particular chakra signature amongst the small crowd. Whilst he searched the crowd something found him instead...

BITTTTCCCCCHHHH!!!! The battlecry bypassed his ears, entering his brain directly through telepathic means. The diminutive wooden marionette 'puppet' slammed harmlessly against his armour before it ricocheted back onto the roof, sliding backwards in a tumbled mess. The puppet dramatically leapt to its feet, shaking itself off with enthusiasm before realigning the tiny, single horned helmet on its small head.

The puppet leapt forward once again, telepathically screaming his battlecry once more... BITTTTCCCCCHHHH!!!

Gashadokuro waved his hand haphazardly through the air, catching the puppet limply in mid-flight, spinning slowly in place as if dangling from a string. "Hi Mikki..."

Hey Yong. Why are you invisible? Why are you on the roof? Why are you wearing that stuff? Why didn't you come home sooner?

Gashadokuro responded quickly to the puppets rapid fire questions, "For stealth. Because it's high. It's my new armour..." The last question caught him of guard, his voice catching momentarily in his throat, "I... I thought you were dead Mikki... I thought you were both dead... I'm sorry..."

A child like laugh intruded his mind, the small puppet lifting his hands above his head in mock exasperation, Thats just stupid Yong! Did you get dumb because I wasn't there to teach you smart stuff? We are both immortal, stupid! Me more than him but he is still a bit immortal, not more than me though I'm proper immortal! Can I get down now? Floating is stupid...

Gashadokuro turned his attention back to the square as the puppet clattered unceremoniously to the tiled roof. A 'click clack' sounded from behind him as the puppet clambered across the roof, up his body and onto his shoulder. The simple action bringing a strange comfort to the old shinobi, loosing himself in the forgotten familiarity of the small puppets weight on his shoulder. His reverie broke as the puppet 'spoke' once more...

What are we looking for?

"Migoya... Is he down there? I can't see his chakra..."

Mikki leaned forward, pointing with a fingerless hand to a robed young man strolling casually through the small crowd. He is right there... I thought you had bird's eyes...

He focused his gaze on the robed man, gasping internally as he realised the young man was indeed his younger brother. The years had been supernaturally kind to the albino shinobi. Gashadokuro spoke under his breath, "He looks so young..."

Yeah... He's got worms... You gonna' attack him now?

"Yep..."


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The armoured shinobi landed dramatically in the street in front of Migoya. The intruder wore a demon mask, red glowing eyes staring deeply into Migoya's. Rain started to fall onto the scene, the water running down the masked shinobi's armour. He placed his hand on the hilt of his katana, drawing the blade an inch... All very dramatic...

Then Mikki landed between them...

Migoya! Its Yong! He is trying to surprise you with a surprise attack so act surprised ok!

Gashadokuro shook his head slightly, removing his mask to reveal a grin and a wink before replacing his mask once more.

"Suprise..."

It had been forty five years since they had last crossed blades and wits. This should be good.

Gashadokuro could not help but laugh for a moment as the diminutive puppet whooped as it ran to clear the room for two of the masters of the Myakashi Clan to enjoy their long overdue reunion. It was his first mistake…
In the short moment his attention was diverted Migoya sprang (figuratively) into action, sending clones of himself onto the battlefield. He closed his eyes, feeling the battlefield around him with his unholy senses. The world changed in his mind’s eye, a spectrum of indescribable colour’s replaced the drab mortal world. It gave him the edge he needed to discern truth from untruth, puppet from flesh and blood.
He visibly flinched and released his grip on his weapon as his power washed over Migoya. Flairs of light shone brightly where his brother had stood, coiled by countless, chakra fuelled tendrils writhing through every part of his body.

Worms indeed… what have you done brother… it is beautiful…

His hands moved quickly to an outstretched position, already beginning to fly through esoteric handseals as they reached maximum extension. If Migoya’s memory was still strong and he looked far enough into the distant past, he may recognise some of the motions from his brother’s studies and outright fascination with the subject of demonology. Forty five years ago the handseals, motions and symbols had only been theory and conjecture, a fancy of young excited minds.

Forty five years was a long, long time.

Thunder rolled as the storm redoubled its fury, now assisted by the chakra flowing from his rapidly moving hands. His hands, now glowing slightly, ceased their movements as lightning cracked the sky. As the lightning momentarily bathed the scene in brilliant, incandescent light Gashadokuro was no longer alone. A small, sinuous crustacean creature burst into existence, swimming through the raindrops and air around Gashadokuro like it was the ocean, circling its summoner like schooling fish (if a single fish could school that is). If Migoya looked closely he would see lines of red begin to scatter over the exoskeleton as cursed seal chakra began to course through its small body.
His hand once again moved to the hilt of his weapon, his left foot sliding backwards as he drew the blade.

Now… on with the show…

An audible sonic boom cut through the air as old warrior blurred into motion, faster than the speed of sound from a standing start. In truth Gashadokuro had not realised he could move this fast until this very moment, the blessed chakra of the God-Queen mingling with his own cursed chakra was having a synergetic effect. The world seemed to stand still, raindrops caught in the air mid freefall. He would not let his surprise show though… not that any human would notice it at the speed he was moving.

Twenty one cuts… each deep enough that they would be keenly felt by his younger brother… tearing through Migoya’s armour as if it had been made of paper as the blur with a weapon continued its assault.

Unable to maintain such speed for long though, Gashadokuro slid to a halt a few yards behind the now bleeding Migoya, their backs towards each other. He theatrically sheathed his blade with a metallic ‘click’. He would hear audible gasps come from the numerous Myakashi clan members observing the reunion from a ‘safe’ distance. He turned once more to look at his brother, to see that he had not hurt the man too much in his quick display. The grin on the younger man’s face registered only a moment before Gashadokuro felt himself slammed with invisible force. As his world spun for a fraction of a second before he slumped to the ground, unconsciousness claiming him.

Dam... over already…

The cold rain brought him back to consciousness from his 'sleep' of indeterminate length. Blurry eyes scanned the area for his brother but he was nowhere to be seen. Then the realisation (and full consciousness) hit him... Urufuebi was also nowhere to be seen...

Urufuebi? Can you hear me?

Gashadokuro quickly regained his feet, his demonic senses and Urufuebi's lack of telepathic response indicated to him that they were both no longer in the general vicinity. Gashadokuro knew better though, his brother would not abandon their reunion so easily and simply leave him in the rain. No, this was something else. He would have to stay on his guard, Migoya would reveal himself in time.

His enhanced senses could hear the murmurs of the watching Myakashi, by their tone he gleaned that this was a familiar tactic of Migoya's, overhearing the phrase 'divide and conquer' and 'off to the void' from more than one mouth... For now all he could do was wait.

Gashadokuro chuckled slightly as his brother failed to return to this position in time and space.

The tattooed shinobi flexed his well-toned muscles. The air sizzled as it came in contact with his ink saturated skin. Cursed Seals interlaced between, on and through his tattooed skin began to blister away visibly for a split second before becoming momentary obscured by a burst steam. The steam covered the muscle bound, 'young' shinobi completely, like a localised smoke-bomb in roughly shinobi shaped vacuum.

When the haze cleared there stood a short, rather skinny old man with a sheepish grin beneath kindly squinting eyes. He wore simple robes, worn with age and the scares of countless repairs. His old eyes recognising some even older faces just now joining the crowed of eager clan members. The old man gently nodded his head in what could quite possibly be misinterpreted as a bow...

The wrinkled face winked theatrically towards a group of awestruck youths sitting on the top of a nearby cart. "For is it not written 'I'm not as green as I'm cabbage-looking...'" Gashadokuro's voice remained unchanged despite the drastic change in outer appearance, though now possessing the growl of one who has been slightly to familiar with hard liquor and tobacco for far too many years. He reached his wrinkly hand towards a broom leaning casually between two of the children, "Rule number two... Never refuse a weapon." Returning to the impromptu sparing dojo (more commonly referred to as a market place...) Gashadokuro turned once more to the gathered young folk, "By any chance has anyone here heard of Rule number one?"

Before any could answer the old man knew his wait was over, his supernatural sixth sense pulling his focus to an empty space some feet off of the ground. Scant fractions of a second later the acrid scent of ozone filled the air as writhing tendrils impaled the world from some other, darker place. Gravity rippled around the old man, warping time in a bubble around him like a cloak. His world began to fade through shades of blue through to grey as everything around him began to move as if through treacle. Raindrops hung in the air, perceived in slow motion despite their speed never changing.

He saw the lightning bolt streaking through the air with startling speed (Lightning speed?) in the grey/blue world of treacle time… Only seeing too late the second and third coiled black ‘worm’ things materialising out of the air a few feet either side of the path that the bolt travelled.

Shit! Gashadokuro screamed silently in his own mind as the raw electricity began to make its way through his body, the lightning moving faster than he could ever hope to evade. The kinetic energy of the direct hit lifted him from the ground. The shock and pain coursing through his body pulled him back to normal time with a start. Hawk like eyes locked their focus on this most recent threat, momentarily forgetting the original point of focus. It was a mistake for the split second of distraction was all his brother’s monster had needed to follow up the barrage from an unavoidable angle. Kinetic infused fire screamed as it tore itself through the dimensions, engulfing his already airborne form.

As his body rag-dolled through the air, Gashadokuro felt the sickeningly familiar wet crack as bones fractured under the extreme kinetic forces brought to bear against the old man from an undefended angle. Gashadokuro tumbled once across the wet cobblestone before sliding to a stop with both feet, legs outstretched and his left hand grazing the ground. Demonic blood ran through his veins (not to mention his left ear, nose, mouth and various ‘new’ holes and abrasions) propelled by an adrenaline inspired human heart. The rain sizzled millimetres above his scorching skin, turning to steam before fading to nothing. Taking a deep breath the old shinobi prepared himself for what was to come next, for despite the brutality of the attack Migoya had himself not returned to the battlefield. If he knew his brother half as well as he thought he did Migoya was not one to let an injured foe recover. But when he eventually showed himself, Gashadokuro would be ready… hopefully…

The old man held his stance, his right hand still clutching the broom like a weapon behind him. The world faded through greys and blues once more as time bent around his like a cloak. The air rippled ever so slightly but his sharp senses noticed the ‘slip’.
Gotchya!

As the black garb Myakashi broke back into this plain of existence Migoya’s white staff was already in full motion, directing a mighty blow towards his head. With inhuman speed the old man avoided the blow, flashing past his determined brother, his broom arcing through the air at supersonic speed towards the back his long lost and well-loved brother’s neck. The timber slowing a hairs breadth from impact, gently connecting with the exposed neck with no more force than the raindrops around them.

Migoya turned slowly, as if the simple action was a great effort to achieve. His expression plainly questioning why the strike had been stopped. They both seemed to be under the effects of some sort of chakra and physical bind, slowing their movements to a snail’s pace and even then with supreme effort.

”Don’t look at me brother, I was going to knock you lights out…" The old man chuckled, blood running down his chin, dripping down like a low pressure faucet and mingling with the wet road.

”Stop being silly boys, you are getting blood all over the place!” A solitary, shawl wrapped old woman, obviously well into her ‘golden’ years moved sternly towards the chakra bound pair. ”It’s good to see you Yong-Chan… and don’t think you are too old for me to teach you two some better manners boys…” She pulled her shawl tighter around her frail frame, ”Now, go wrap up warm or you'll catch your death. ”

As the undetectable chakra bind was released the two brother’s slumped to their knees, their genuine laughter filled the air as the seriousness of the small, old woman’s scolding took them to memories of their shared youth…
Yong slung his arm over Migoya’s similarly slumped, severely bleeding body. The brothers embraced in exhaustion as their blood flowed together into the muddy puddle they both currently knelt in.
”It is good to see you Spooks.”

New Chimera Bloodline
Demonic Ancestry (D), Nanjirou (N), Temporal Strider (T)
1. Ancestral Weapon - passive (N)
2. Natural Weapon - passive (D)
3. Third Eye - passive modification (D)
4. Wrath Seal - activated passive (N)
5. Devil's Trick - dependant special move (D)
6. Death Touch - independent special move (D)
7. Battoujutsu - jutsu (N)
8. Temporal Step - independent special move (T)
9. Renewal - independent special move (T)
10. Form of the Demon - jutsu (D)

New Chimera Avatar of Divinity
Demonic Ancestry (D), Nanjirou (N), Temporal Strider (T)
1. Tsubame Gaeshi - A-Rank bloodline slashing/piercing taijutsu (N)
2. Uncanny Dodge - C-Rank bloodline taijutsu (N)
3. Temporized Slash - C Rank bloodline slashing/piercing taijutsu (N)
4. Hasted Steps - chakra style (T)
5. Fatetwisting - A-Rank non-elemental ninjutsu (T)
6. Mind Ripper - independent special move (D)
Everything not listed here is staying the same.

New Class:
HP: 27000 (30+15)x600
CP: 27000 (30+15)x600
High: Melee Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save
Low: Ranged Accuracy, Ninjutsu Accuracy
Class Bonus: +10% Medical Healing given and received
AP: 5

New Weapon:
Type: Puppet - support
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment: Mirrage, Primal, Blitz

New Jutsu List:
Medical Ninjutsu:
Rank D:
Mystical Hand
Coagulation

Rank C:
Skeletal Fortification
System Restoration

Rank B:
Mystical Force
Medical Ward

Rank A:
Resuscitate
Angelic Blessing
Regeneration

Puppet Taijutsu:
Rank E:
Chakra Emmisions

Rank D:
Puppet Transformation


Rank C:
Hidden Smoke Bomb

Rank B:
Terra Shift


Kinetic Genjutsu:
Rank E:
Hot Weapon
Stun
1000 Years of Pain Kai


Rank D:
Tickling

Rank C:
Mist of Deceit

Rank B:
Phoenix Embrace

Rank A:
Hemorrhagic Fever
Delayed Agony
Shared Torment
 
New custom contract: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=337371#p337371
Tsukomogami Contract

Class:
HP: 34500 (43+15) x 600
CP: 34200 (42+15) x 600
Class Bonus: +10% Medical
High: none
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy
Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC, Ninjutsu Accuracy

Abilities:
1. Curse Seal - Melee Accuracy up, +5% Medical. +1ap.
2. Seal Expert
3. Jutsu Mastery

Weapon:
Type: Ranged - +3% called shots
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment:
1. ‪Primal‬
2. Re-energise
3. Mirage

Jutsu: Medical (m), Anbu (a), Buffing Tai (b)

E-Rank:
1. Charge (b)
2. Grip (b)
3. Fleeted (b)
4. Block (b)

D-Rank:
1. Mystical Hand (m)
2. Coagulation (m)
3. Mask Summon (a)
4. Basic Safeguard (b)

C-Rank:
1. Active Camo (a)
2. Shadow Dance (b)
3. Barrage (b)
4. Chakra Absorption (b)

B-Rank:
1. Mystical Force (m)
2. Tranquilize (m)
3. Medical Ward (m)
4. Unbound (b)

A-Rank:
1. Angelic Blessing (m)
2. Regeneration (m)
3. Flock of Shadows (a)
4. Black Blockade (a)
5. Awakening (b)
6. Unleash (b)
 
Hirato Yong said:
New custom contract: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=337371#p337371
Tsukomogami Contract

Class:
HP: 34500 (43+15) x 600
CP: 34200 (42+15) x 600
Class Bonus: +10% Medical
High: none
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy
Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC, Ninjutsu Accuracy

Abilities:
1. Curse Seal - Melee Accuracy up, +5% Medical. +1ap.
2. Seal Expert
3. Jutsu Mastery

Weapon:
Type: Ranged - +3% called shots
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augment:
1. ‪Primal‬
2. Re-energise
3. Mirage

Jutsu: Medical (m), Anbu (a), Buffing Tai (b)

E-Rank:
1. Charge (b)
2. Grip (b)
3. Fleeted (b)
4. Block (b)

D-Rank:
1. Mystical Hand (m)
2. Coagulation (m)
3. Mask Summon (a)
4. Basic Safeguard (b)

C-Rank:
1. Active Camo (a)
2. Shadow Dance (b)
3. Barrage (b)
4. Chakra Absorption (b)

B-Rank:
1. Mystical Force (m)
2. Tranquilize (m)
3. Medical Ward (m)
4. Unbound (b)

A-Rank:
1. Angelic Blessing (m)
2. Regeneration (m)
3. Flock of Shadows (a)
4. Black Blockade (a)
5. Awakening (b)
6. Unleash (b)
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All looks good. Approved
 
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