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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.

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Akira Kazan

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The journey had been a long one, but so far things had gone his way. With each step, Kazan slowly made his way towards The Hidden Sand village. While he had already been within the country for a few days, and his supplies were still in fair shape, he was eager to visit. Outside of Cloud, this would be the first Shinobi village he had ever visited. While Abyss had given him a stark warning on a specific individual, he cared not for the things of the past. Rather the village's saw eye to eye was neither here, nor there. In his mind, he hoped to be greeted as a welcomed stranger. This land was theirs, and this village was their home; he was only a guest and would be on his best behavior.

Even though he was well aware of his position, he couldn't help but be amazed at the sight things so far. The Luminous Mountains were magnificent, an orange sea of sand, and now a massive steel structure. Specifically a wall, not doubt acting as a protective barrier for their village. He had come a long way since he walked through The Dragon Tooth Pass, and so long as he played his cards right nothing would be for naught. This was but the first true stop of his pilgrimage, and obviously would be the deciding factor if it continued.

To anybody who would be guarding the area, they'd witness him in full view. Kazan had nothing to hide. Today, he was adorned in full armor with his red cape draped down his backside. His long crimson read hair would be flowing in the wind. Although his Sharingan was currently lost to him, his eyes natural scarlet red color remained. Unlike his short time spent within the luminous mountains, his beard and moustache were now well trimmed and maintained. At his waist, the hilt of his rapier could easily be seen clear of any obstructions. He had a small rope, tied to a bag slung over his right shoulder; this carried his gear, scrolls, and personal journal. Considering that Kazan was a tall man, standing at about six foot six and weighing in at a lean and muscular two hundred and fifty pounds, there was no point in attempting to hide or anything. That just wasn't his style.

As he got closer to the gates, he stopped to wait, while he glanced around. Kazan was waiting to be addressed.


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Kazan’s trek towards the towering walls of Primus wouldn’t be uneventful. Aside from the normal things that were infamous for killing people - the heat, a seemingly harmless scorpion crawling across their boot, and what appeared to be some kind of weather event on the horizon - came explosions from the sky. A single upward glance would show the Kumo shinobi they had just walked themselves right into the middle of some kind of war. Was it civil? Local? A quick glance with eyes once honed by the sharingan would note one side with Sunan symbols upon their clothing, and another without.

The gate was left opened, unmanned. Not a single solider responded to the cries for entry, for they were all preoccupied with a sudden coup. Just above the wall they could make out the image of a sandworm created out of pure sand, a dog fight between two airships above the very village itself, and the cries of innocents for help.

The door had been left open, so to speak. No one was there to stop the wandering shinobi from stepping into the field of another country’s problems. The wisdom of such acts were debatable…

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As he awaited to be addressed, the sound of a sudden explosion rang throughout the immediate area. His instincts kicked in, as his right hand let loose of the rope slung over his shoulder, before quickly taking hold of the hilt of his saber with a reverse grip. Simultaneously, the bag carrying his documents, gear, and equipment seemed to vanish in puff of white smoke. Now with a look over concern upon his face, he glanced around and noticed not a single person guarding their gates before looking towards the sky. "What.. the hell?" He thought, before glancing back at the village's gates. They were wide open and unmanned. Closing his eyes, he focused in on his other senses; the faint sounds of cries for helped reached his ears.

The decision before him was simple; assist the plea's for help, or leave them to their fate. Although he knew the relationship between his home and this village weren't very strong, Kazan just didn't have time to think. This wasn't his home, but no one deserved to suffer. Gritting his teeth, he took the initiative and darted forward. Upon breaching the gates, he glanced up and bore witness to something he had only ever heard about in stories. Two warships were flying overhead, engaged in combat as a giant sand creation seemed to join the fray.

"Well shit...." He said out loud, as he headed to wards the calls for help. While this wasn't exactly wise, he had proper documentation and he would comply and assist in any way that he could.

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