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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The first men and the One King brought life into the empty and inhabitable desert. They battled the eleme....hmm, hmm, hmm. They battled the...hmm, hmm, hmm.
Glancing up from his book, he would immediately locate the source of the infernal humming that kept breaking his concentration and interrupting his train of thought. It appeared to be coming from the young woman with the reddish hair sitting at the table just in front of him; he would spy at her with an evil glare of annoyance, mentally yelling obscenities at her from his quiet spot in the back. Monitoring her behavior, with his eyes still barely peeking above the history textbook he had been going over, he observed the way she just sat there casually flipping through the pages. It was obvious she wasn't even paying attention to what she was supposedly reading. Frowning to himself, he couldn't believe how rude she was. Everyone knew you were supposed to be quiet in the library, everyone understood that rule, it was practically the only one the library had!
Standing up, he would move with graceful purpose, gliding past the other unoccupied tables and seats, until he reached hers. Sitting down uninvited, he would forcefully slide his book across the table in her direction; it spun around in circles across the slick table top, coming to a halt as it bumped into her own book, nudging it slightly to the side away from her.
"I'm sorry, but I have been having the hardest time concentrating for some reason. And seeing as you are only glancing at your book....I was wondering if I might trouble you for a favor? Could you read to me for awhile? He would shoot her an innocent, yet sarcastic smile; a very, very snarky look, indeed. Unaware that the woman before him was actually only a nine year old girl, he most likely would have handled this situation differently, had he been privy to this highly important tidbit of information - but alas, he was not, so he would just continue to be rude as if he was still in the right.
Waiting for the girl's response, his fingers would rap on the table impatiently, one after the other. It was obvious Asagao was in a bit of a foul mood. Might that change?
Glancing up from his book, he would immediately locate the source of the infernal humming that kept breaking his concentration and interrupting his train of thought. It appeared to be coming from the young woman with the reddish hair sitting at the table just in front of him; he would spy at her with an evil glare of annoyance, mentally yelling obscenities at her from his quiet spot in the back. Monitoring her behavior, with his eyes still barely peeking above the history textbook he had been going over, he observed the way she just sat there casually flipping through the pages. It was obvious she wasn't even paying attention to what she was supposedly reading. Frowning to himself, he couldn't believe how rude she was. Everyone knew you were supposed to be quiet in the library, everyone understood that rule, it was practically the only one the library had!
Standing up, he would move with graceful purpose, gliding past the other unoccupied tables and seats, until he reached hers. Sitting down uninvited, he would forcefully slide his book across the table in her direction; it spun around in circles across the slick table top, coming to a halt as it bumped into her own book, nudging it slightly to the side away from her.
"I'm sorry, but I have been having the hardest time concentrating for some reason. And seeing as you are only glancing at your book....I was wondering if I might trouble you for a favor? Could you read to me for awhile? He would shoot her an innocent, yet sarcastic smile; a very, very snarky look, indeed. Unaware that the woman before him was actually only a nine year old girl, he most likely would have handled this situation differently, had he been privy to this highly important tidbit of information - but alas, he was not, so he would just continue to be rude as if he was still in the right.
Waiting for the girl's response, his fingers would rap on the table impatiently, one after the other. It was obvious Asagao was in a bit of a foul mood. Might that change?
A sharp smile would twist the corner of his mouth. The girl had set him up perfectly for a quick reply, and he was ready to pounce, like a playful cat toying with a tiny mouse it had just caught. "Well, if you can't read then what are you doing here?" He would shoot back, all too proud of himself; though the feelings of superiority would be short lived. Now on the defense, he would deploy defensive tactics attempting to protect himself from her verbal shots and accusations. "Of...of course I know how to read! I was just distracted, that's all!" His eyes narrowed in on the girl, before she abruptly turned away from him effectively ending the dispute, cutting him off.
Slumping back in his seat, he stared at the sullen girl with curious, yet angry eyes. Had he just won...or lost? He questioned himself, unsure exactly what had just taken place. He hadn't expected this girl - who appeared so out of place in the library - to fight back. He had anticipated her cowering down in the face of a person so who was obviously so much older than she. But she had not. In fact she had made him feel like an utter fool. Redirecting his eyes, out of spite, he did not want to look at her any longer; though the guilt from his rude behavior was now starting to pain his heart a bit, he was beginning to feel bad. Turning back, he was about to apologize, when he would suddenly take notice of the most unusual item sitting next to her on the table.
"Wha...what is that?" He would mumble under his breath. Reaching across the table, he would attempt to pick it up. It looked like a key of some sorts - and was that a face? More curious than ever, he would lean out of his seat stretching his body as he sought to retrieve the peculiar item and get a better look at it.
Slumping back in his seat, he stared at the sullen girl with curious, yet angry eyes. Had he just won...or lost? He questioned himself, unsure exactly what had just taken place. He hadn't expected this girl - who appeared so out of place in the library - to fight back. He had anticipated her cowering down in the face of a person so who was obviously so much older than she. But she had not. In fact she had made him feel like an utter fool. Redirecting his eyes, out of spite, he did not want to look at her any longer; though the guilt from his rude behavior was now starting to pain his heart a bit, he was beginning to feel bad. Turning back, he was about to apologize, when he would suddenly take notice of the most unusual item sitting next to her on the table.
"Wha...what is that?" He would mumble under his breath. Reaching across the table, he would attempt to pick it up. It looked like a key of some sorts - and was that a face? More curious than ever, he would lean out of his seat stretching his body as he sought to retrieve the peculiar item and get a better look at it.
Almost tipping out of his seat, the sudden outburst from the woman practically threw Asagao onto the floor. He hadn't been properly prepared for this type of reaction, so he just sat their slack-jawed and speechless. He couldn't believe his eyes, when the young girl jumped back and the chain whipped into motion, following her in tow. The two of them were connected to each other!
The sudden realization of this gave the ex-assassin pause. He had never seen anything remotely close to this, the chain had been attached to her somehow; who would do such a thing? Getting out of his seat, he would stand completely still, as the emotions poured from her, spilling all over the ground. He was at a total loss of words - he had absolutely no defense for his actions, other than that he had no clue the bizarre looking key had been apart of her; but was that really an excuse? He shouldn't have been reaching out to touch her property to begin with...what the hell had he been thinking?!?
His heart strings would tug violently, as he watched the young stranger crumple to the floor in sadness. He had upset her greatly, and by judging her appearance and reaction to him touching her, this girl had most likely lived a life full of tremendous heartache and pain. Walking over to her, he would reach out to her, before pausing his hand in mid-air and pulling it back. He could not console this girl with any kind of physical comfort, he would need to dial it down a bit and only speak with her. Sinking to his knees, he would lower himself to the floor, just as she had done before him. As usual his posture was perfect, his back was flat, his head raised with his chin up, and his knees were folded perfectly with his hands resting upon them. As he stared at her, all he could see was a small broken child. She no longer appeared to him as an adult, only as a lost little girl who had suffered a traumatic life of loneliness. Kicking himself, he had treated this person horribly from the beginning - this was all his fault. His behavior had been so out of character, that he wasn't even able to fully match wits with her, as she put him in his place almost immediately. Taking full responsibility for his poor display of manners and actions, there was only one thing left he could do. Clasping his hands together, forming one giant fist, he would bow his head to her, until his forehead gently kissed the ground below, and apologized.
"Please, forgive me." He would plead, his words unquestionably sincere. "I did not know what I was doing. My actions were foolish and inexcusable." The raw emotion was pouring out of him, just as it had done from her moments ago. He would lift his head and take a single moment to stare into the eyes of this battered girl, before clasping his hands together once more and bowing his head again. "I beg you to forgive me." He would repeat his pleading request, hoping his words would somehow reach her and that she would believe the genuine honesty for which he spoke them.
The sudden realization of this gave the ex-assassin pause. He had never seen anything remotely close to this, the chain had been attached to her somehow; who would do such a thing? Getting out of his seat, he would stand completely still, as the emotions poured from her, spilling all over the ground. He was at a total loss of words - he had absolutely no defense for his actions, other than that he had no clue the bizarre looking key had been apart of her; but was that really an excuse? He shouldn't have been reaching out to touch her property to begin with...what the hell had he been thinking?!?
His heart strings would tug violently, as he watched the young stranger crumple to the floor in sadness. He had upset her greatly, and by judging her appearance and reaction to him touching her, this girl had most likely lived a life full of tremendous heartache and pain. Walking over to her, he would reach out to her, before pausing his hand in mid-air and pulling it back. He could not console this girl with any kind of physical comfort, he would need to dial it down a bit and only speak with her. Sinking to his knees, he would lower himself to the floor, just as she had done before him. As usual his posture was perfect, his back was flat, his head raised with his chin up, and his knees were folded perfectly with his hands resting upon them. As he stared at her, all he could see was a small broken child. She no longer appeared to him as an adult, only as a lost little girl who had suffered a traumatic life of loneliness. Kicking himself, he had treated this person horribly from the beginning - this was all his fault. His behavior had been so out of character, that he wasn't even able to fully match wits with her, as she put him in his place almost immediately. Taking full responsibility for his poor display of manners and actions, there was only one thing left he could do. Clasping his hands together, forming one giant fist, he would bow his head to her, until his forehead gently kissed the ground below, and apologized.
"Please, forgive me." He would plead, his words unquestionably sincere. "I did not know what I was doing. My actions were foolish and inexcusable." The raw emotion was pouring out of him, just as it had done from her moments ago. He would lift his head and take a single moment to stare into the eyes of this battered girl, before clasping his hands together once more and bowing his head again. "I beg you to forgive me." He would repeat his pleading request, hoping his words would somehow reach her and that she would believe the genuine honesty for which he spoke them.
Surprised she had accepted his apology so quickly, Asagao remained on the floor, speechless. He had been unprepared for such a favorable reaction; he had not anticipated this one bit. He had expected her yell at him, to tell him to leave her alone, to piss off. He WAS after all only a stranger to her, someone of no actual importance to her life at all; and worst of all he had made such a horrible first impression, he would not have blamed her one bit for any anger she directed towards him. Staring at her with despairing eyes, what this girl must have experienced in her past to be able to recover so quickly after such an extreme, emotional meltdown left the ex-assassin somewhat wary of what he might uncover if he continued to get to know her personally.
Finally standing up, he would lightly dust himself off, before attending to the mild wrinkles that had somehow worked their way in to his outfit. Setting aside his annoyance for his crumbled clothing, he would bow his head in response to her friendly introduction. "It is very nice to meet you, Nenogami. I am called Asagao." He would smile politely, before walking back over to the table, all the while listening to her talk in silence.
Pulling out her chair, the one she had been previously occupying - with his right hand - he would gesture for her to return to her seat. "Socializing is not something you can learn from any book," He would chuckle at the notion. "It is something one must master through a great deal of experience." Again, he would motion with his hand for her to sit, so they could speak. Retaking his own seat, he would remain focused on her duel-colored eyes; they were different shades, but very reminiscent of his own. He was trying his hardest to ignore the large key on her back...but couldn't.
What was that thing?...Who put it there?...What was it for? So many questions occupied his mind, it was making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. it was by far one the oddest things he had ever encountered in his life.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself." He would relax his shoulders a bit, while maintaining his perfect posture. "What is something you enjoy?" The question came out of hope that the girl actually DID in fact enjoy something period. By her appearance and her mood, it wouldn't be that surprising if she had no hobbies at all. Hopefully this casual conversation would help break down that barrier which was currently guarding her heart, and help her open up some.
Finally standing up, he would lightly dust himself off, before attending to the mild wrinkles that had somehow worked their way in to his outfit. Setting aside his annoyance for his crumbled clothing, he would bow his head in response to her friendly introduction. "It is very nice to meet you, Nenogami. I am called Asagao." He would smile politely, before walking back over to the table, all the while listening to her talk in silence.
Pulling out her chair, the one she had been previously occupying - with his right hand - he would gesture for her to return to her seat. "Socializing is not something you can learn from any book," He would chuckle at the notion. "It is something one must master through a great deal of experience." Again, he would motion with his hand for her to sit, so they could speak. Retaking his own seat, he would remain focused on her duel-colored eyes; they were different shades, but very reminiscent of his own. He was trying his hardest to ignore the large key on her back...but couldn't.
What was that thing?...Who put it there?...What was it for? So many questions occupied his mind, it was making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. it was by far one the oddest things he had ever encountered in his life.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself." He would relax his shoulders a bit, while maintaining his perfect posture. "What is something you enjoy?" The question came out of hope that the girl actually DID in fact enjoy something period. By her appearance and her mood, it wouldn't be that surprising if she had no hobbies at all. Hopefully this casual conversation would help break down that barrier which was currently guarding her heart, and help her open up some.
Listening intently as Neno spoke, everything was beginning to make sense now, the puzzle pieces were coming together nicely. Her story did not lack for much when it came to unusual circumstances, the fact that she had turned out as normal as she did might actually be considered a blessing, considering everything she had just told him. Rubbing his chin, he had absolutely no words of advice to give her, nor would he be able to console her. Staring blankly at the child, Asagao was lost.
"Yo..your father was turned into a wolf?" He questioned her, his mouth hanging open agape. Scratching the top of his head, he racked his brain for some wise piece of knowledge he would be able to offer her - but nothing came to him. He thought deeply about a past experience he may be able to draw from, that might give her comfort - but was left with nothing. His heart ached for this girl, he would need to think of something quickly. "Well..well, you still never told me what you like to do." The words fell from his mouth slowly, as if he was unsure of what he was saying. "You...must have a hobby, or something you enjoy, right?" His eyebrows arched in a curious fashion, bridging the gap between them, becoming one large brow. Looking at her emotionless face, it was doubtful the girl had ever experienced any sort of happiness at all. It seemed like a long shot, that she would have any interests outside of her work. She said she was a Jounin...so maybe she enjoyed training? But that wasn't really a hobby - more of a part of the job, as one always needed to stay sharp and hone their skills.
"There has to be....something??" He would ask, his head cocking to the side, while smiling, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.
"Yo..your father was turned into a wolf?" He questioned her, his mouth hanging open agape. Scratching the top of his head, he racked his brain for some wise piece of knowledge he would be able to offer her - but nothing came to him. He thought deeply about a past experience he may be able to draw from, that might give her comfort - but was left with nothing. His heart ached for this girl, he would need to think of something quickly. "Well..well, you still never told me what you like to do." The words fell from his mouth slowly, as if he was unsure of what he was saying. "You...must have a hobby, or something you enjoy, right?" His eyebrows arched in a curious fashion, bridging the gap between them, becoming one large brow. Looking at her emotionless face, it was doubtful the girl had ever experienced any sort of happiness at all. It seemed like a long shot, that she would have any interests outside of her work. She said she was a Jounin...so maybe she enjoyed training? But that wasn't really a hobby - more of a part of the job, as one always needed to stay sharp and hone their skills.
"There has to be....something??" He would ask, his head cocking to the side, while smiling, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.
Not wanting to drop the subject of her father being turned into a wolf, he would have to bite down on his tongue and force himself to let it go. It was an interesting topic of conversation, something he would have really enjoyed learning about and discussing. He had never heard of someone being changed into an animal before; how rare must that be? Very, right? But of course he could see how it might be a touchy issue...it being her dad and all, so he would reluctantly do the right thing and drop it altogether.
Perking up a bit, his attention was regathered and refocused the moment Neno announced she actually had some hobbies. He couldn't believe it, what a glorious surprise! He did have an awful hard time picturing her doing anything fun though, which made it somewhat hard to believe she was actually telling the truth; but one should never judge someone by their appearance alone...that was a serious rule to live by! So brushing aside his skepticism he would see what she had to say.
"Great!" He exclaimed, with an appropriate amount of enthusiasm - he hoped. "What is it??" He questioned, chomping at the bit, seriously dying inside to hear the answer. Mouthing along with her, as the P..P..P sound kept stumbling out of her mouth, Asagao was now leaning forward in his seat, his eyes wide and his mouth softly whispering P words. "P..p..partying? P..p..painting? P..p..puzzles?" He couldn't help but become completely fascinated by what it could be and what it was she enjoyed doing.
As if a dagger had been plunged into his heart, he sat back in his chair, now visibly upset for the girl. "I am so sorry, Nenogami." His words were once again sincere, just as they had been earlier during his apology. Asagao knew exactly what it felt like to lose parents; though he never hoped his would come back - but still - he could totally relate.
"It is settled then!!" He would shout, from out of nowhere, while slamming his hand down on the table. Glares of anger and annoyance would be directed at him from behind books and rows of shelves, as the other library attendants became furious over the loud commotion. "If you will allow me, I will teach you to play the Shakuhachi. It is a musical instrument, a flute." He would nod, a smile on his face stretching from ear to ear. "We can practice everyday, at the gates, while you wait for your mother's safe return." Despite how confident he was behaving, he was incredibly nervous she was going to say no. But how could she, this was the perfect opportunity for both of them! She needed to learn how to socialize, and was in desperate need of a hobby, something that would occupy her troubled mind. And he would finally be able to see if he was even capable of teaching someone how to play the wind flute. It was a win-win situation, indeed. Right?
ooc: Feel free to say no. There is no actual pressure, k? =)
Perking up a bit, his attention was regathered and refocused the moment Neno announced she actually had some hobbies. He couldn't believe it, what a glorious surprise! He did have an awful hard time picturing her doing anything fun though, which made it somewhat hard to believe she was actually telling the truth; but one should never judge someone by their appearance alone...that was a serious rule to live by! So brushing aside his skepticism he would see what she had to say.
"Great!" He exclaimed, with an appropriate amount of enthusiasm - he hoped. "What is it??" He questioned, chomping at the bit, seriously dying inside to hear the answer. Mouthing along with her, as the P..P..P sound kept stumbling out of her mouth, Asagao was now leaning forward in his seat, his eyes wide and his mouth softly whispering P words. "P..p..partying? P..p..painting? P..p..puzzles?" He couldn't help but become completely fascinated by what it could be and what it was she enjoyed doing.
As if a dagger had been plunged into his heart, he sat back in his chair, now visibly upset for the girl. "I am so sorry, Nenogami." His words were once again sincere, just as they had been earlier during his apology. Asagao knew exactly what it felt like to lose parents; though he never hoped his would come back - but still - he could totally relate.
"It is settled then!!" He would shout, from out of nowhere, while slamming his hand down on the table. Glares of anger and annoyance would be directed at him from behind books and rows of shelves, as the other library attendants became furious over the loud commotion. "If you will allow me, I will teach you to play the Shakuhachi. It is a musical instrument, a flute." He would nod, a smile on his face stretching from ear to ear. "We can practice everyday, at the gates, while you wait for your mother's safe return." Despite how confident he was behaving, he was incredibly nervous she was going to say no. But how could she, this was the perfect opportunity for both of them! She needed to learn how to socialize, and was in desperate need of a hobby, something that would occupy her troubled mind. And he would finally be able to see if he was even capable of teaching someone how to play the wind flute. It was a win-win situation, indeed. Right?
ooc: Feel free to say no. There is no actual pressure, k? =)
His heart sang out with triumphant success; it's rhythmic beat pounding with a mixture of pride and excitement, as Nenogami agreed to the music lessons. His overwhelming happiness could hardly be contained, he had never in a million years expected her to accept his offer, and with such little hesitation at that - this was a fantastic moment, indeed! Her soft, subtle smile would immediately capture his attention and draw in his gaze. The way her lips curved upward causing her cheeks to scrunch up around her eyes, made him see her in a completely new light. Even though her grin was faint, the delicate expression was a far cry from the sullen girl he had met only moments ago, and he was delighted to see this entirely new side of her, even if it was only for a brief moment of time.
"I enjoy a great many of things." He said, unable to wipe the not so subtle grin off of his own face, before eventually breaking eye contact with her, and fixing his gaze up towards the Library ceiling; a dreamy gloss glazing over his eyes, as he became utterly lost in thought. "Painting..." The word drifted out of his mouth, as if it were riding a soft summer wind; he obviously had a deep love and appreciation for the art. "It is one of my very favorite hobbies...perhaps even more so than music." His smile would fade, as he returned his attention to his new pupil. Looking at her, he would once again notice her eyes, and how they reflected his very own, yet remained completely different and unique to themselves. He could see in her, an individual trapped inside, bottled up with no outlet to free them from their current restraints. "Painting.." This time the word was a soft whisper under his breath, as he contemplated his decision.
"Would you prefer that, Nenogami? Painting?" He questioned her, his head cocking to the side, as he tried to gauge where her true interests may lay. Her appearance and mood would suggest her to be a troubled soul...and some of the greatest artists ever born were exactly that. They would wield the mighty brush and release their dark demons upon the white canvas. Years of pain, past failures and loneliness - their blood, sweat and tears dripping in the form of colorful paints. Awaiting her decision, he would be happy to teach either one, or even both to the girl. She only need but ask.
"I enjoy a great many of things." He said, unable to wipe the not so subtle grin off of his own face, before eventually breaking eye contact with her, and fixing his gaze up towards the Library ceiling; a dreamy gloss glazing over his eyes, as he became utterly lost in thought. "Painting..." The word drifted out of his mouth, as if it were riding a soft summer wind; he obviously had a deep love and appreciation for the art. "It is one of my very favorite hobbies...perhaps even more so than music." His smile would fade, as he returned his attention to his new pupil. Looking at her, he would once again notice her eyes, and how they reflected his very own, yet remained completely different and unique to themselves. He could see in her, an individual trapped inside, bottled up with no outlet to free them from their current restraints. "Painting.." This time the word was a soft whisper under his breath, as he contemplated his decision.
"Would you prefer that, Nenogami? Painting?" He questioned her, his head cocking to the side, as he tried to gauge where her true interests may lay. Her appearance and mood would suggest her to be a troubled soul...and some of the greatest artists ever born were exactly that. They would wield the mighty brush and release their dark demons upon the white canvas. Years of pain, past failures and loneliness - their blood, sweat and tears dripping in the form of colorful paints. Awaiting her decision, he would be happy to teach either one, or even both to the girl. She only need but ask.
Her laugh was infectious, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her bashful behavior. She was beginning to open up to him, which was the important part. He could tell that it was going to take a great deal of time and patience to completely break down the walls that were safe guarding her heart. Gaining her trust would be no simple task, but the potential for that happening was there, he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. She longed for friendship, to build a bond with another person, someone who would care for her, someone she could rely on. Asagao knew the impact of betrayal first hand, and how important trust truly was. He had lost the person he held most dear to his heart, and he would not make the same mistakes they had. He had decided to take Nenogami on and teach her things, lovely things, things he had learned as a child, yet had nobody of his own to pass them down to. He would never be disloyal or abandon her - this pact was permanent. It would seem they would both be benefiting from this agreement, much more so than he initially realized.
"Wonderful!" He would exclaim, already itching to get started. Standing up, he would push his seat in and walk over to her side of the table. Reaching out his hand, he was going to help her out of her seat, but then remembered the way she had acted earlier, when he had attempted to touch her key. Quickly pulling his hand away, he would run it through his hair and try to play off the moment casually, as if he hadn't just been offering his hand in assistance. "Come, we must get you some supplies of your own if you are to learn. I will take you to a shop and we can pick you out the perfect set of brushes for you." He would smile, hoping that she would soon realize his kindness was genuine, and not just some ploy to get her to let her guard down.
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"Wonderful!" He would exclaim, already itching to get started. Standing up, he would push his seat in and walk over to her side of the table. Reaching out his hand, he was going to help her out of her seat, but then remembered the way she had acted earlier, when he had attempted to touch her key. Quickly pulling his hand away, he would run it through his hair and try to play off the moment casually, as if he hadn't just been offering his hand in assistance. "Come, we must get you some supplies of your own if you are to learn. I will take you to a shop and we can pick you out the perfect set of brushes for you." He would smile, hoping that she would soon realize his kindness was genuine, and not just some ploy to get her to let her guard down.
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