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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How Far We're Going [Solo Mission]

Kushinada Kano

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Sometimes it could be a struggle to keep the game going.

Within the cafeteria walls, taking in the rigorous setting and quiet whispers and striking looks of the children within the Kumo Academy -- Kano could only think about how far she's gotten. That was the problem, really. It wasn't 'how far we've come' as much as 'how far we're trying to, yet still running in one place'. Suddenly she felt too big for her body, too clumsy in her bones, too awkward standing above the scampering children and their rigid stares while she served them. What had she done since leaving here? So many years spent running around, the few additional ones here forcing her to overexert and focus harder than ever when she failed back.

She hadn't worked like that following her graduation ; she didn't have a need to, anymore. If anything the only muscles she was still flexing were her meager medical practices and troublemaking tendencies. She could run like a champ, sure -- she could even manage enough control to put her med-nin lessons to use, tending to her band of doofuses. She rarely had to exert, though. She never needed to fight, never needed to 'act' like a shinobi. She rarely strayed from the safety and validation of her little family, picking up odd jobs - like this one - to keep them funded, as even stealing became tricky and guilt-stricken after awhile. Their antics nowadays tended towards causing public annoyances and chaos, sometimes writing their names on walls with poor graffiti and mostly being ... loud. She didn't feel too loud right now.

She felt small, but all too big.

She had shrunken behind the serving trays, her hair fallen over her face to largely shade her features and obscure her identity. She didn't want to play right now. She didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone any of the students she knew. She could make a display, of course, an excuse of how even the Queen of Darkness needed to earn money now and then if her followers hoped to continue receiving her geni ... genie? genir ... generosss... ity? generosity! But for now, she was thinking. She very rarely liked to do so ; but facing her past this way, it was hard not to linger on suppressed feelings.

She was still a good ninja, she could tell herself. She was still a Genin - an MiT at that, though that was a fact she preferred to keep under wraps - and a d - dang good one, at that! She was ... above average. She was the Horrible Leader of Kumo's Dark Underground, after all! It's last line of defense to the true horrors of the world, like the wicked demonic entities that didn't directly serve her and instead wished her village ... harm ...

Yeah, she didn't care to disregard that. It was easier to believe -- it was better for her, really. This is what worked for her. Even faced with her insecurities, even watching Kumo's new generation chatter and live and exist before her - directly comparing her own growth to kids so much younger than her - she knew she was still who she was. It was a process, to wrestle herself away from her painful thoughts and focus more on what she was doing at the moment, what she was trying to do -- and she still faltered, getting there. It was a process.

So she hadn't done much in a year, or two, who cared, really? She had cultivated, right? She had made lives better, if not strictly her own. Every child she cared for, everyone that was lost or alone or needed a home, she helped with that. She gave them that. She tried so hard to. She wasn't yet leading a war for Kumogakure's eventual bid at conquering the planet, but, so ... what? She could, if she needed to! She was mentally prepared to fight on the front lines! She was just ... she was needed here. She was needed by her family. She kept their smiles safe, kept their eyes alight, even when faced with all of the ... all of everything they'd be expected to do some day, what she'd be expected to do. She'd continue to do so, even as they grew up and outgrew her and rotated out. There would always be more kids that needed her help. There would always be more people that needed ... her.

She swallowed down a soft gasp of air, the sudden stab in her heart not unexpected but still smarting. She had to steady herself, forcing a smile and nodding at the next tray of food she handed off. A kid looked at her strangely, one she didn't think she recognized but might have, might once have, but they walked away, too. She was left to mull over and recede from her thoughts, pushing them down and away from her until she could once again swim to the surface.

She wasn't changing the world. She wasn't serving her nation, per se, not in the way the upper rungs of its shinobi did -- but she was making a difference. She was making a change, one lost soul at a time. Her empire was growing, and as it did, so did her power. She wasn't alone. That's what mattered, wasn't it?

She was still doing her best. For her, and for everyone around her, that needed her, that needed anything good like she did ; and she could look out at this cafeteria of kids, and somewhere in the back of her head she could accept a notion that her surface thoughts would quickly smother and dismiss. Some of them might be stronger than her, even at their age, even at hers. She could look down at her fingers, small and thin and uncalloused, and think that ... Maybe it wasn't about how far she's come, or how fast she's getting somewhere. Maybe it wasn't about her use to the universe, her strength as a ninja. Maybe it was just about the effort she was putting in to effect what was around her, how far she was bringing her friends with her, how far she was going in the things that ... made her happy.

And maybe, just maybe, that was always the point. Just to ...

Be happy.

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