Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy setting storyline set in the World of Ninjas where feudal daimyo, clans and ninja villages all wage war on each other for money, glory or for a common goal.

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.

Jogging Along (Private Hoheto)

Maki

Supreme Leader Bone #9513
Aug 28, 2012
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He was, for once, not dressed in his finery. Maki was jogging through the Forest in a gold and burgundy tracksuit with a pair of black sneakers for comfort. He also looked like he’d taken more than one tumble, bits of wood and dirt clinging to the nylon fabric in various places. The reason would be shown as he approached a tree and jogs right up it, crowning it and bursting through the upper branches before coming down the opposite side. Apparently he was adamant on going in a straight line.



The forest did an amazing job in blocking out the rays of the sun, diffusing the harsh light into a pleasant glow around him, and the scent of rich earth was right at home in his nostrils as he hummed a tune to the song playing off the music player in his pocket.
 
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It was almost noon with the rays of the sun falling as a blanket of white upon the greenery. In their glow, the full-blown leaves of the forest lie papery and delicate, drinking in the energy the trees crave. Within the lush covering was Hoheto, who appeared to breeze past trees. He had a black tracksuit on with white stripes on the sides, and white sneakers that mashed through a sea of detritus as he delved deeper into the woods. Gut-wrenching, heart pumping, he felt his whole body working; his leg muscles running warm—fresh air entering his lungs and blood flowing into every corner of his limbs. He would keep at it for a while before being drawn to the rustling sound of ailing trees nearby. Interest and caution mingled in the uchiha's featureless eyes as he caught glimpses of gold and burgundy—and as he drew near, it shaped into a clear sight of a familiar figure rampaging through.
"Oi! Maki sama" he called out in excitement as new ideas began to shape in his mind.