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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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Just lookin around (Open RP)

For all intents and purposes, Ren seemed quite calm as his arms reformed...though the boy seemed unnaturally calm in general. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at the question as Ren clarified he meant no ill will against it before saying "Heh...wouldn't that be poetic given how I lashed out against the person who made you the way you are now. But no, I am the one and Only Sunaku Harupia...though not quite the same. Not to get into too many details...because quite frankly my knowledge about the whole thing is woefully inadequate. As I journeyed out of the village, I came across a place. Something that I think could be considered a science facility...or perhaps an occult temple. I've spent many months there fending for my life...not without sacrifice. And as I mentioned, in the end, I was tested...and had to admit in my heart that as noble as I wanted to seem, part of the reason I did everything is to gain recognition, prestige, fame. After all, a completely selfless act would be to stay here and rebuild the village...but I had to go for something much grander, didn't I?" he mused, looking at the reformed hand now... it looked as if it was normal flesh, and it felt normal...yet, different.

Before he could elaborate the second portion of Ren;s question came. A bit out of left field...but the whole conversation has veered into a weird territory since it started. Clicking his tongue, he would say in a moment "Well, I would have two problems with seeing it like that. One would be that both the peasant and the leader or political figure were both born the same way, cried the same as they were pulled into this world, and grew just like any other human. The circumstances of their life were different, obviously, but what says that if the peasant would be put in a spot of power if he would do more good than the ones who were born into it? Or, if you want to be more pragmatic I guess, fit he wouldn't achieve better results in what they did?"

After pausing a bit he would say "And then there is something I was woefully unaware...or maybe I should say ignorant for a long time. How the lives interconnect. The death of a negotiator or leader can bring much turmoil to be sure..though ti could also bring relief r joy, since leading a prosperous country doesn't mean you were helping it prosper...sometimes quite the opposite. And Even an orphaned beggar, seemingly alone, will still have someone who he influences. A fellow companion in strife, perhaps a guard who beat him too much...perhaps a Shinobi who had seen him only once in his life, but that one body, on top of the pile of the others he'd seen, will push him to do better...or push a resentment for someone or something to the point of devastating it" he finished, thinking once again about the Devastation the Cabal brought."

Sighing a bit he looked up at Ren saying "For me, every life means something because every person has a potential to a civil something. Some may never archive it, some may achieve something which would do more harm than good. Each life is valuable... though then you have to think which is more valuable than others...and deal with the people who see no value in it...And that's how Shinobi get to be a viable profession in the world" he sighed finally,

Mft, Wc= 620
 
Motionlessly, Ren listened as Harupia spun the tale of his trials and tribulations, his stoic expression making it difficult to tell if he was interested in anything the shinobi had to say. If there was one thing the lad was in need of training, it was people skills, but on the other hand he wouldn't need to wear any sort of ANBU mask to mask his intentions or feelings. "Curious, you were at that location for a considerable amount of time? Did you venture to and from there, or did you sustain yourself upon the hospitality of the residents of that location?" Most normal people did have to eat and drink, and water was something that often came quite scarce in Wind Country. "Why is it that you endured such trials, were you aware of the end consequence of these tribulations? You spoke as if you chanced upon the location, but if so, what was it that inspired you to stay at such location?" There was no end of questions that Ren could pose, possibly ten for every answer Harupia could throw back at him.

He paused and added, "I do find it amusing, pondering the innate values of things. I wonder if it is possible to discern the final intrinsic value of a person at any given moment. Perhaps, I believe, it would be that such a value would be impossible to discern without omniscience, because, as you stated, there are any number of potential variations, connections and implications of actions and personality traits." By now all of Ren's attention had focused on this sudden conversation with a relative stranger. This was not an act he often took part in, in fact, conversation itself was a rather rarity for him. He often felt no need to interact with others for the pure sake of it, although it occasionally troubled him that such wa the case. Perhaps his sudden explosions of questions and rhetorical philosophizing was the result of days or weeks of pent up social needs that he himself was oblivious to? "I would imagine that shinobi are innately biased away from the value of an individual life, or are perhaps adept at rationalizing the actions they take. What is one insignificant life in a location one has never been to in the light of a modest monetary windfall for the country or self, after all?"
 
Haru found it a bit weird, talking so much while his conversation partner was so...stoic. He wasn't worried about him being interested really since he was engaging him in conversation back. But it just felt eerie how clam he remained as he described his ordeal. Then again, he remained stone face when his hand fell apart, so if anything, he would be perfect for any games requiring starting on no reactions. As he asked about the timing, Haru let out a bitter chuckle saying " Well..that is another good question. In most of the world, I would say I was gone for a few months. Inside...time was different. I'm not even sure time worked in the structure. When I entered it, I was surprised by a trap and impaled by spikes...before waking up a few meters back. I'm not sure what caused it, but it was as if I was suspended in time and space...moved back in time each time I failed or was struck down. I'm not even sure how long it took me to get there...though I was lucky enough to go through since I could see quite a few pile of bones...apparently, those who were there before I had reached their limit"

After a brief pause, he continued "Well...chanced is somewhat accurate. I was looking for...something since the things wit the Cabal calmed. I felt too inadequate, not strong enough to defend my village. And I was looking for something, anything to ease my mind. And then in the Annales of the Conquerer I foud a message referring to an old family myth...which led me on a wild goose chase for more information...that lead me to a map made by a disgraced scientist from times remembering the wars with te ancient....and then I found a monolithic pyramid in the middle of the desert...It's probably sounding like the fiction of a bad author by this point huh?" he clicked his tongue n an exasperated fashion before saying " I went in headfirst into a wild chase, and then got stuck in some hellhole outside of time and space where some inhumane experiments were performed, and ended up half alive tan then empowered by something I do quite understand. Inspired by both the fear that I wouldn't be able to do my job as defender of the village...and part of the fear I would be forgotten as a footnote in its history"

The topic changed over thankfully, as Haru did not quite feel up to dealing with the self-doubt he felt thinking about his journey. He did allow him to speak his mind fully, a small smile turning in the corner of his lip. There was a slight change he felt in Ren...or at least a hunch he felt. He was looking at him the same way, but he was engaging in questions, pondering his own thesis on things. It was clear that he was to some extent engrossed in their conversation. After a bit of though he would say "I would say so. Even now, it hard to say if us sitting here talking is merely an idle waste of time, or perhaps a first step n a chain of events which will change the village...for better or worse". To the second part, he replied "That is most likely part of it. Again, I try not to think much about the...victims of my actions. Then again, there is the fact that it wasn't me who engaged in combat in the first place. I had the...privalge or being somewhat selective with the jobs I partook in. And even if I was more of an assailant I was pretty good in doing the job unnoticed...but I can't deny the fact, I have taken lives which were not mine to decide the fate of...maybe that why I want to protect those I can? Trying to balance out the value of lives?"

MFT, Wc= 677
 
What Harupia was describing was completely illogical by all standard notions of possibility. Chakra was capable of doing a great number of things, perhaps even some close to what he was describing, but even if such were possible, it would not be able to be done by mere presence inside of an abandoned building. "From your description, it is likely you were cast into an illusion. That would more accurately describe the sensations of timelessness and the repeating fashion of your activities. I do not discount the end results, given that I can see them for myself, but I must question the accuracy of the surrounding circumstance." Blind faith was not high on Rensuke's list of priorities, even if remote possibilities were often given far too much consideration.

Ren proceeded to kneel down, reaching out and brushing his fingers across the ground where the pile of sand had once been. "It is likely that your venture into the desert had left you damaged and that you compensated with your innate capabilities in a manner that your mind was unwilling to accept, and so it formed a narrative that was consistent enough to keep the facade. That would explain why your form appears to have no difference than it did before your departure. outside influence from malign or neutral forces rarely leave one as they were before." Ren spoke from experience, in a way, he had no idea what he used to look like, but he could be certain that this was not it. He had no proof, of course, but as much as he discounted gut feelings, it was one he was not ready, or able, to shake. "How much of your form is like this? Does it extend to just your arm, or further?" His speculation would start to crumble the more that this had spread. Replacing a missing limb with will was one matter, but one's entire body was another entirely.

He paused and appeared to contemplate Harupia's more philosophical statements, "life has no meaning aside that which it is given. Each person is but a support beam in the framework of a building. The location of the beam, the support it provides, the redundancy, the shape and size and purpose of the building all factor into its ultimate value. A person would demolish the building of another, if it was to save a building of their own. Under most circumstances, of course. The difference lies in where that line is drawn, would one destroy the building of another, or two or three, to save a single wooden beam, if the structure as a whole would still survive?" He stood back up and brushes a few grains of sand from his hands. "Then do the remnants of the opposing building seek retribution for their losses, and what comes further down the path?"

He turns and steps over towards the workbench, examining a few items on the table with idle curiosity. "I almost envy those whom must make such decisions. There is naught that which I must protect, and thusly I am free to ponder such moral quandaries from my seclusion. I prefer to take a methodical approach, one provided to me by my distancing from emotional connections and responsibilities. That is not a place from which you are able to see things, and thus, you have the pleasure of putting theory into practice. For that, I both envy and pity individuals in power such as yourself." He paused, picking up a dismantled old puppet arm. "It is not often I have the chance to rattle to others. You have my appreciation in that. Was there something you wished of me? There is little I am able to provide you in terms of intelligence or resources, however."
 
Haru chuckled a bit as Ren questioned the validity of his story. His laughing faded as he went on into more detail trying to rationalize what had happened to him further. For philosophy to psychology...well, he guessed it wasn't that big of a leap if you think about it. And to be honest, he couldn't blame someone for making such assumptions. As Ren inspected the sand he said "To be honest, I cannot fully discount that. I have found the location after wandering the part of the desert most consider uninhabitable...for good reason. It might have been an elaborate ninjutsu I was put in while somebody changed my body... for all I know, maybe I'm just a sleeper agent with a ticking bomb inside of me, simply hidden behind a veil of a grand discovery I made and the price I paid for it.." he said half-jokingly, though part of his brain couldn't truly denounce that claim.

After a second he followed up "Then again, I saw the remains of those who tried to conduct the whole experiment...I saw what they were trying to harness. I was reading notes detailing how the source of power seemed to entrap the souls of those close to it, shutting them in an endless cycle of trials...though, in the moment, I didn't quite have the conscious mind to take them. I also remember the power trying to take me...and, by some combination of luck, willpower and being just generally passed of about my lot in life, managed to resist, the resulting struggle destroying the place... I can understand your skepticism for sure, but I have seen quite fantastic, if no incomprehensible things...a Djinn attacking the city, demons, my friend replaced his flesh with machinery...and well, you are quite uncanny yourself...though in the end, I only know what I remember. How true it is...I really wish I could know for certain.

Another question came, about the extent of his...perdicament, but it was followed up by a bit more of an explanation for how Ren looked at things. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he said “ I guess that one way to put it. The world is a big apartment complex with everyone trying to get along and keep the building in shape...and a few crazy people who think comparing it with everyone inside will somehow lead to making a better apartment in the future… And I guess I didn't really need anything from you. Maybe I just needed to rattle on to someone...a bit of practice before I speak to my friends about...things”

He let out a bit of a sign saying "Returning to what you mentioned before… you're right, events like what I have been through really leave one unscathed," before his form would suddenly start to crumble, rapidly, into the sand. In a matter of seconds, it was as if he was no longer here, only his clothing left behind...the clothing would start to move behind Ren, as if sliding on the sand, moving into the building to make sure people wouldn't be able to see the whole thing.. after all, vanishing in mid air was not that uncommon in a shinobi village, in contrast to what happened next.

After moving inside, the clothing would rise up in what seemed like a cloud of sand. slowly, as quickly as he deformed, his body would reconstruct. This time not going through a detailed rebuild, it is more as if the other shell of a clan was formed, and then its insides filled. Soon Haru stood before him again...his left arm missing, a not well-tended stump in its place. His left eye white, a large scar across its and on his face. His body, in general, seemed quite batter, with many bigger or smaller scars...some which may have indicated mortal wounds if not treated properly. Afte a second of the morbid sight, sand would shift and he would stand there again as if nothing happened, and he was still the young, dashing Sunaku member... If only a lot more existed looking. After a few deep breaths, he would say "Maintaining that state..can be quite exhausting. You said I crafted an image in my mind to cover up the truth about what happend...and I guess you were right in more ways then one."

Mft, Wc= 736
 
Ren watched as the man disassembled himself from a warm fleshy human, to an animate pile of sand, as it and its garments shifted covertly across the floor. Ren began to ponder all of the practical implications and nuances that such a configuration would entail. "How aware are you of your surroundings in that state? Are you able to hear sounds, or sense objects?" He paused a moment as the sand began to reform, "I suppose you must, or else you would not have the capability to refill your clothes with such precision. Are you still capable of experiencing sensations such as pain, or changes in temperature?" Haru's friends might have been more concerned as to what happened to their friend, but perhaps because Ren was simply a stranger, he was entirely focused on the mechanical implications than the social.

He stepped over, listening to Haru as the man spoke, absently reaching out and attempting to press a finger against the man's cheek, testing for give or warmth. "My body is not entirely artificial, with the brain and heart still remaining for cognitive and chakra manipulation capabilities. Given that I did not see a pinkish fleshy organ in the mixture of sand, I can presume you require no such stipulations... fascinating. Does this mean you are impervious to any sort of trauma? Perhaps short of keeping parts of you in airtight containers, are you effectively immortal, or does the essence that animates your form dissipate with time?" This was likely exactly what Haru wanted to be going on about at this time. Not only did he have to worry about how his life would have changed, now he might have to worry about suddenly not existing too? "If that is the case, would your personality shift over time, such as a how a brain degrades, or would it be a sudden cessation of function..."
 
Haru took a few more deep breaths, feeling somewhat light headed. Perhaps he was lightheaded, to begin with, to show off something like that to a stranger...but he just really felt the need to try and have someone see it...if only to ensure himself this wasn't all some kind of figment of his imagination.

He remained silent for a moment as the barrage of questions arose, blinking a bit as his cheek was poked. well, he couldn't deny he was a curious case. After a moment he started speaking "Its...a strange feeling to be quite honest. I am aware of my surroundings but when I first tried using this form it was as if my entire body became ears and eyes at the same time, every corner was providing stimuli...if I focus I'm able to concentrate on hearing and seeing specific things like you normally do, but as I do that I grow closer to a humanoid form. The more I allow myself to use my power, the more I feel like...is becoming something else. Less human and more... a spirit of sorts. As for sensations, I do feel objects striking or passing through me...its a painful sensation but not in the same way as I feel it when in my...standard form. It's more... I'm not sure how to describe it. Would you...erm, feel anything if someone were to forcibly damage your body?" he asked, perhaps that sensation being somewhat comparable...if there was any to compare.

After a moment he spoke again "Isn't that the question for the day. I honestly cannot say. I was not in a life-threatening situation as of this happened to me. As far as I understand, whatever is inside of my fused with my own chakra. Any sand that I use to create this form is imbued with my chakra. So technically I wouldn't run out of material to recreate my flesh...but for the time being when I wish to maintain it, I'm still like a human. I feel the warm blood flow through my veins, I feel hunger, thirst, sickness. I feel pain, and when I'm cut open I bleed...though if I focus, and I close the wounds in my body by mending them via sand. Still, if I were struck hard enough, run out of stamina and energy, I might not be able to perform myslef...or perhaps whatever voice in my hand tries to push me further wins and I become completely engulfed in this power of mine... And to be quite honest, only time will tell what is the answer to your last question. Perhaps my body is as normal as any humans besides being able to sew it up with Sand...perhaps this is all just a facade I'm holding up subconsciously to keep myself sane.

Shaking his head a bit he said "At this point I'm starting to ramble so much I feel like I should be drinking...which is not a good idea at this time of day..Im surprised no one had joined us in the workshop here" he pondered trying to shift the topic slightly.

MFT, WC= 542
 
Apparently resisting any future urges to poke or prod, Ren stood at attention as he listened to the man's response. "Small eyes and ears?" he commented, barely audibly to himself as Harupia continued to speak. "Perhaps tremor-sense of sorts. The ability to sense vibrations, which is ultimately what allows sounds to be perceived. Curious..." A few moments passed and Harupia asked a question of his own, and once again Ren answered it quickly and without hesitation, "Yes. It is not a pleasant sensation, but the forceful severing an an appendage for myself would be orders of magnitude less catastrophic than it would be for the traditional human form."

He raised up and flexed his hand, opening it and closing it as if to make some sort of point. "I like to perform some tests in the future, should you be capable and consenting. If it is some sort of entity that has melded with your chakra system, it would be prudent to know how to sever that connection, should the need arise. Know your enemy as yourself... I believe would be the term." Ren was not a philosopher or a poet, but small quips like that did amuse him in how they were simultaneously both specif and yet vague. "Perhaps I can encourage that information exchange with an offer of alcohol in the future. I am unsure if establishments would allow me to purchase such, and so you may be required to perform the actual task, and I simply will provide you with the financial means to do so."

Ren finally turned and stepped away from Harupia, walking over to the table as he went to finish making a few final senbon bundles. "I must depart for the time, however. There are a few merchants I must visit to procure final supplies before they close their shops for the day. It has been a pleasure Harupia. I would not be remiss if you had made your way around this location more in the future, as I am sure I will have yet more questions to ask of your..." he paused a moment, thinking to himself before he forced himself to sound a little more casual, "or to simply get to know a fellow Sunagakure shinobi." Ren would continue to work for a few more minutes, wrapping up his work and tucking it away before he would finally leave the shop, either with Harupia if the man delayed or on his own if he beat a quick retreat when the opportunity presented itself.

[Exiting Topic]
 
He did notice the younger male start talking to himself slightly...to be honest, he didn't ever think about the scientific plausibility of him being able to remain conscious and cognizant as a cloud of sand... that was something Sosuke might have been interested in. He nodded as he talked about removing a limb of his "I can only guess its something simialr...perhaps less so than normal because of there not being a nervous system, flesh and bone to speak of... But at the same time, anytime I feel a wound and it gets healed by and it feels...foreign. Like my body is becoming something else..."

Speaking of experimentation, the boy had offered to try and investigate his body... for his own good of course. he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the offer. It seemed fitting in a sense someone like him would have a scientific edge...perhaps trying to break down and understand the world to better understand himself? After a moment he said " To be honest I was interested in getting my body...looked at. Though Id first would want to try and learn a bit more about it myself... and perhaps share the elevation with a few more people. But I will remember your offer...and I don't think bribes will be quite necessary, haha"

After a moment Ren spoke about needing to depart for some shopping of his own. With a smile, he said "It would be a pleasure to get to know you better as well. Thank you for taking the time to listen to a stranger... it was refreshing. Well then...time to look around more of the apartments" he nodded before bowing down and bidding farewell to the other Shinobi, as he would slowly walk away, pondering the entire conversation...though his spirits felt lifted. Talking could sometimes help quite a bit.

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