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.
He had sent a communication to Daigo asking him to meet with the ANBU Sennin in the tavern known as the Shinobi's Walking Stick.
It was a nice enough establishment and they had plenty of different drinking options, even making their own sake for customers to try out should they desire.
The pair had met at the funeral for a brief moment, and Akira had decided that that hadn't been the place to deliver the message that Daisuke had requested he deliver. Now was it the right place to speak to him about what Daisuke had requested he do for the other.
Between times Akira had done some research on the boy, though he'd done nothing of particular note there seemed to be a level of skill in the other, something which seemed to have gone unnoticed in his actions. But the missions he'd taken seemed to be accomplished easily enough. Certainly they could have been interpreted differently, he sometimes seemed to take the most difficult path, but he still always seemed to get through it mostly unscathed.
So it fell to Akira to meet with the boy and fulfil his friends wishes. Bring the boy into the ANBU.
Journal Log #03: Today, I'm supposed to meet with a very influential man and even more importantly, a friend my cousin's. I have no idea why someone such as he would ever want to meet with the likes of me. He is an honorable man and I'm just scum; nothing like Daisuke. I'll admit that I never really liked Daisuke's opinions on certain matters, but he was a good man. If I'm to ever make this village my home, then I'll need to serve her as best I can. A good man would honor a fallen family member's wishes. I want to be a good man, but I slip up and bad things happen. I need more therapy, more discipline. Perhaps he can provide me with enlightenment.
Within the darkest and warmest room of the apartment, a loud roar emanated. The beast’s breathes were deep and extensive, all without much effort used to create such a sound. Upon it’s next inhale, the creature turned over on his stomach and with its long claws, it scratched its furry head and laid still once more. It was then that the golden sun rose and shone through a curtain and promptly woke the creature from his slumber. Of course this was no creature, but instead an unkempt young man. His fur was nothing more than his nappy and unwashed hair and beard. His long claws were simply fingernails in need of clipping. His loud roars, which he seemed to perform without much effort, were nothing but unconscious snoring. Here lied Daigo, younger cousin of the former medical sennin, out patient of the Takao hospital, and former member of the imperial army, now resembling a homeless man.
Those who knew of his recent family death might understand his troubles, but others, like himself, knew they was no excuse. The simple fact was that he was in denial; he was anger; he was ready to bargain with the reaper himself, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. All he could do was continue his training and routines instilled in him by the army, the branch, and the bloodline. He rose up just as the sun had before bathing extensively and properly grooming himself. Everything had to be near perfection for the meeting he had been requested to attend. Daigo was under no delusions that this was a situation he could simply skate through. He had to apply himself, he had to be completely honest, he had to be at another person’s mercy. These were ideas with which he never felt comfortable, but he was also aware that an opportunity like this would never come again. He finished his preparations, grabbed his ninja gear, and raced over to the establishment via the information provided for him.
Daigo had met the hulking man once before, but never spoke with him at length. Given his title, Daigo imagined that the sennin had done his research on the young man. This thought only made him more nervous and thus more honest. His plan remained simple. "Just pretend to be normal. Fake it until you make it. Don’t fuck this up!" he thought as he approached the man and bowed to show respect.
"Hello sir. It’s a pleasure to meet with you again." he said while standing at attention.
The boy made his way into the bar and he was aware of Akira almost instantly, though that wasn't surprising. As Daigo approached Akira stood, the other bowed and Akira followed. This was the boy Daisuke spoke so highly of, Akira would give him the same respect as the boy would give him.
The pleasure is mine Daigo, thank you for meeting with me. Order something and put it on my tab then come and join me. You can relax. Akira gave the other a small smile, he could sense how tense the boy was and hoped that might make him relax a bit more.
He would take his seat once more when the other would go to get a drink and wait for him to return.
The boy looked worse than when Akira had seen him at the funeral, the boy was a mess. Perhaps you were right, perhaps this boy needs some guidance and discipline in his life. he thought as he watched the other.
Placing Daisuke's letter on the table he would point to it and tell the other to read it before they went any further.
OOC: place holder; yeah man, I just got off a double shift (16hrs), I'll post later and pm you so you know. For now, I need to sleep. Also, how was your trip? Good I hope.
Upon hearing Saito’s offer, Daigo believed now was the time to take a social que and smile halfway. This was an empty gesture, of course. Just something he hoped would make Saito believe that he decided loosened up a bit. His intention was not to be deceitful, but was an attempt to fit in. After all, he was always quite awkward socially, at least internally. Over the years he managed to pick up a few tips here and there. Smile in this situation, laugh at this unfunny joke, choose your words carefully in that situation, use subtlety in that scenario. The unspoken social contract and civil freedom were, at least for him, rather difficult to follow sometimes. These were concepts that Daigo found to be somewhat helpful in times like this. Civil society was something he never quite grasped, though Raiden knows he tried.
Journal terms
- Social contract: “The idea of sacrificing one’s physical freedom of being able to do as they pleased in exchange for gaining the civil freedom of being able to think and act rationally and morally. Only by entering into a social contract, could one become fully human.”
My interpretation: Forfeit selfish actions in exchange for moral high ground. For example, If a man were to resist the urge to sexually objectify women (IE: stare at a woman’s cleavage) as well as speak out in protest against anyone who would do such a thing, that woman might perceive the man to be a gentlemen and all around good guy in exchange. This action humanizes the man because he no longer simply look at women as if they are pieces of meat. Instead, he would realize that women are human beings with thoughts, emotions, opinions, and concerns, like everyone else.
Civil society: “With civil freedom comes the social contract and civil freedom. By agreeing to live together and look out for one another, we learn to be rational and moral, and to temper our brute instincts.”
My interpretation: By agreeing to be apart of this village, I can learn to be less selfish by developing a higher sense of duty and obligation for the village’s protection and perseverance. I could also learn to act out my frustrations in other areas of lightning country rather than within the village walls.
My condition: Antisocial personality disorder is a type of chronic mental condition in which a person's ways of thinking, perceiving situations and relating to others are dysfunctional — and destructive. People with antisocial personality disorder typically have no regard for right and wrong and often disregard the rights, wishes and feelings of others. Those with antisocial personality disorder tend to antagonize, manipulate or treat others either harshly or with callous indifference. They may often violate the law, landing in frequent trouble, yet they show no guilt or remorse. They may lie, behave violently or impulsively, and have problems with drug and alcohol use. These characteristics typically make people with antisocial personality disorder unable to fulfill responsibilities related to family, work or school.
My interpretation: If I don’t continue seeking therapy, following my treatment plan, educating myself about my illness, taking my medication in the proper dosage, go through personal growth, become more mindful of other people’s feelings, and maintain a more structure in my life, then I’m fucked.
Still the offer was one that he would take the man up on. Walking towards the bar, Daigo got a better idea for the atmosphere of the joint. The hustle and bustle of the waitresses trying to collect their tips, the sound of ice clinking against the cold glasses as if it were applause, the clicking sound of his footwear against the floor echoing, at least from his perspective, as if he were walking down a long and empty hall, the faint smell of smoking in the air and the sound of burning tobacco leaves still sizzling in the ashtray. He could get used to a place like this. The approached the bartender and requested a raspberry lemonade combination with a hint of gin mixed in. The bartender nodded then proceeded to make the concoction while Daigo found his reflection in the large mirror behind the bar.
He felt a surreal moment just then. He barely recognized himself. His appearance was much less dignified than he had imagined when he left his dwelling earlier. It was clear that he hadn’t taken the best care of himself as of late. While he didn’t want to admit it, he had to take his medication. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his prescription bottles and attempted to take the correct dosage without Saito seeing. He placed one of each pill on a napkin, put the bottles away, then quickly swallow his meds just as the Barkeep returned with his beverage. He took a few sips and had it placed on Saito’s tab before returning to his seat.
"Thank you Saito-sama. I do appreciate your offer.", he said before reading the letter left for him. Upon reading the letter, those emotions Daigo tried so hard to bury began to bubble back up to the surface. Still, part of him could not help but be a bit selfish. He was only concerned with how his cousin’s death affected him and him alone, but nothing could be further from the truth. Death affects many people, even a hardened man like Saito.
"Sir, I can’t say that at one hundred percent at this moment. Hell, I’m almost speechless. As much as it hurts my pride to ask, I do need help. That bastard, even from the grave he makes me wanna kick his ass. To just suddenly leave me like this, alone in a village I barely call my own with knowledge of a branch I’ve lost interest in, surrounded by people and former student’s of his that I’ve never met before. I’m so...lost.", he said. It hurt his pride to admit it, but Daigo was not a stone wall. He was disheveled, but emotionally and physically, but at least he was there, willing to try and make something of himself. To admit that he felt vulnerable was a huge step for him. Or maybe it was the fact that he took his meds with a lite alcoholic beverage that had him talking.
The boy was hard to read. Akira couldn't be sure exactly what he was thinking or what he meant with his actions, it was unusual to struggle so much to understand someone, normally people were easy. Those who thought that by not showing any sign they made reading them difficult told him something, that they thought that way told him something about them.
But Daigo... Akira struggled with.
Still that wasn't overly required and as the boy sat down with his drink and read the letter Akira could see a swelling of emotion in the other. It was hard for Akira not to join him. Everything in Akira wanted to just break down, to give himself the time he needed to be selfish with his thoughts and feelings. But with the knowledge he had at this time he knew that his feelings wouldn't have him crippled in a room asking questions which couldn't be answered. Not now. If he let himself do that at this time, if he allowed himself the smallest moment of weakness he knew he would simply go on a murderous rampage. People would die.
So he watched, and listened to the other as he let the emotion wash over him, and was jealous that the man could do so.
He could understand how the other felt. Akira had been left with letters to deliver to those same people he was talking about. People Akira had never met, people who were in some ways closer to his friend than he had been, people who would understand Daisuke more than Akira could now ever hope to do so. But this was the fate which awaited him, and he would do so without complaint.
Come with me to the ANBU. You will need to start out as a trainee but you will advance quickly I'm sure. There you can enjoy our strict regiment of training and perhaps find the guidance you and your cousin feel you need. Who knows, you might find peers with who you are more able to associate with. I cannot make promises, but at least there you will find yourself with stability.
He hoped it would be enough for the other.
In addition I am there, and although I am a poor substitute for Daisuke I will always been there to listen to any issues you might be having. Daisuke believed that you would make a fine smith for us, it is a role I used to perform myself.
It was something which he had only just begun to forge when Daisuke had died. He had intended it to be a gift from one friend to another. He placed an object wrapped in cloth on the table, able the length of a normal mans forearm. Slowly he unravelled the object revealing a curved blade with a wooden handle.
This was a blade I forged for Daisuke, based on the idea of an amputation knife. It is heavy in the blade to allow for it to break through bone, but sharp like a scalpel. We met the day before he died and I offered to make him a blade. Whether you choose to accept my offer or not I want you to have this, my last gift to you from him.
As he sat there confused, vulnerable, and disheveled, Saito provided him with an opportunity that many people might have desired, but only a few have actually obtained it. In the swirling sea of his emotions, Saito tossed him a life raft and Daigo was indeed greatful. The sennin’s argument was sound, quick, and rather straight forward, all of which Daigo appreciated. He spoke of how it was Daisuke’s wish that he do so and become a smith once more. This was fine with the saddened man as he always liked the work of a smith. In fact, it was the second trade he ever learned about while back in the imperial army. In addition, much to his surprise Saito offered his ear when ever it was needed. This made him respect the sennin even more as he originally had a preconceived notion about the anbu sennin. Daigo knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but given Saito’s size and position, Daigo wondered how Daisuke could have ever been friends with a man so ruthless looking. That was Daisuke however, always finding a diamond in the rough.
The offer provided stability, companionship, intense training, and most of all, a chance to get away from average society. The other two branches were okay, but Daigo always felt out of lace with them. The medic branch reminded him too much of the army and the main branch left him feeling lost due to its variety. At least the anbu and medics had simply objectives, which were to spy on other and save lives through medicine. The main branch was just all over the place. These were his options however and Saito didn’t seem like the kind of man to ask twice. Daigo believed him to be a no nonsense leader. With that in mind, the sennin provided Daigo one more offer, a gift formerly for Daisuke, but was now his own. Feeling a bit nervous, he sipped his beverage once more before moving it to the side and watched in angst as Saito revealed the gift in all its beauty.
"My lord, this blade ... it’s magnificent. The metal must have been folded over several times to create such a dense yet sharp quality. The handle is excellent as well. Very strong wood, indeed. He used the tenacious timber to create this handle, I’m sure of it. It's quite believable that he was a smith at some point in time. A weapon of this caliber, only one with a passionate heart could create this. And he’s wise as well. As much as I tried to deny it, I just don't feel suited to neither the main nor the medical branch. It’s either the anbu or ... I don’t even know. I do know that I can’t ...no, it's not that I cannot leave. It's because I refuse to leave the village. To hell with going missing, becoming a wanderer, or joining up with another village. This is where my uncle and cousin died in service to this village. The least I can do is do the same. If I'm lucky enough, following their actions could make me a good man and a better person ... or at least make others believe I'm a good person.", he thought as he stroked his chin with his left hand. His emotional state slowly changed from tears and frustration to embarrassment and a slightly more clear mind. Considering the very limited options he had, the choice required little thought.
"I apologize for my outburst and I thank you for the opportunity. Without a doubt, I will accept both your offers, sir. I will serve this village to the best of my ability.", he said as he sat up straight, took a napkin and wiped his eyes. He began to fix up himself, though he was still disheveled. Emotions, they could really do a number on you. He slowly took the blade and wrapped it back up before placing it on his lap.
“So what happens now?” he asked, uncertain of the future, but prepared to accept the challenge.
For now I'll file the papers you need, then you'll have access to the Sileo. I have a mission for you as well, something I think you'll not mind and will get you introduced to a couple of fellow ANBU, a couple of good sorts. Hopefully the mission wont be dangerous, but it does have that potential, so make sure you're battle ready just in case.
He nodded once more and stood.
It's been nice meeting you once more Daigo. I'll look forward to seeing you again shortly and showing you around the forge. You'll receive a notification when you have access.
With that he offered his hand and once shook he would take his leave.
A promise kept to a good friend.
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[OOC: So sorry for the delay! OMG I can't believe I forgot about this topic.]
The young man listened eagerly as Saito spoke about his new future. The proper authorization was needed and that would take time. This was a benefit that Daigo could see while other impatient people might have that it was a stall tactic. Now was the time for training, for preparation, for the conception of a master strategy, for a rebirth. His family member was gone, but here he stood now; ready to serve the village for which his two family members gave their lives. Though he was still saddened, he began to feel a small surge of emotional strength within himself; a small amount of hope, if it had to be described. Perhaps it was because Saito had begun a short brief about an upcoming mission which serve as an introduction to the anbu lifestyle. Perhaps it was because he felt that he might actually meet people as strange as he was, but either way, change was coming. Daigo stood, nodded, and shook Saito’s hand before he departed, leaving Daigo to return to his seat and reflect on what had just occurred.
"A member of the anbu...holy shit! Me, an anbu. I still don’t don’t believe it. Daisuke...Uncle Dashi...I’m alone now. My parents are disowned, my career in the imperial army is over, and my old blacksmithing job is done. This place, which has yet to feel like home, is all I have by which to remember you both. I will not fail you or at least I’ll die trying not to fail you.", he thought with his hands placed together and his fingers interlocked. To most, it would seem as though he was praying at his table and perhaps he was, at least subconsciously. When he opened his eyes, he found a waitress standing near him asking if he would like anything else. Daigo looked the woman in her eyes before he spoke next.
"I’m not even an official member of the organization yet and you are spying on me. Please sit down, Hoshi. I didn’t see you at his funeral. I take it you all left early for reasons unknown.", he said. While other might have been angry that one of Daisuke’s most loyal friends was not in attendance, Daigo was not the average person. He understood loss and the pain that came with it. If the pack chose not to attend then that was their business. Daigo would hold no grudges. In addition, seeing a familiar face amongst a village of strangers was a bit more relieving than he cared to admit.
E-Rank Summon # 1 said:
Name: Hoshi (star)
Species: Canine (Husky)
Gender: Male
Position: Former head detective of private investigations. Hoshi, formerly one of the many head detectives in a plethora of precincts in the canine world. While his fellow detectives chose to head up the departments of vice and narcotics, homicide, hostage negotiation, swat, and missing persons, He chose to work in the private investigations division.
Appearance: Hoshi is a large sized wolf-like canine with a double coat consisting of a black top coat and white undercoat. He also possesses perked triangular ears and a sickle black tail with a white tip. On all fours, he will be 6ft tall in height and is commonly mistaken for a horse. On his forehead, he has a yin and yang sign just above his sky blue eyes.
Personality: Hoshi is very patient, practical, and mature. When summoned, he is quick to help and oblige the summoner even if he doesn’t believe he can be much assistance. Hoshi demands to be treated with the utmost respect, as a means of recognizing his power and wisdom. He is not without his manners, and will show respect to experienced and revered shinobi with loyalty and friendship. He's kind-hearted and considerate of others. His intelligence rivals that of Akihiko or the average Nara. Very assertive, observant, and cooperative, anyone would be grateful to have Hoshi is a great companion.
"I couldn’t help, but overhear. So...anbu huh? Daisuke would be proud, but ya know he would also be cautious around strangers. You might need a team of your own to watch your back. Creatures who could blend right in and go almost unnoticed in public or private settings. We’d be happy to lend our assistance of course." he said as he sat down. A simply transformation jutsu, no doubt.
“I got that from your word choice. Creatures instead of people. Whatever, I’ll take any help I can get. I need to become just as strong if not stronger than Daisuke. I already know everything he knew about medicine. I too, mastered the Kaguyan bloodline techniques. What else is there?” he asked the hound. Hoshi and Daisuke had been together for many years and apparently, Daisuke entrusted his pack to Daigo as well. This came as no surprise to Daigo though. Hoshi reverted back into his original form before continuing to speak.
"Daisuke had bound himself with a specific demonic energy which was capable of changing its natural affinity. That is the other reason we are here. When a Jinchuuriki dies, the demonic or whatever entity within them later revives itself somewhere in the world. This is the exist of living chakra. During a quiet evening in, Daisuke and his student, Junko, faced down two powerful demons which were then defeated and sealed within them respectively. Given Daisuke’s death, I think you can put two and two together. We’ve been tracking that very demonic energy across the countryside, ensuring that it never terrorize a town or settlement. Unfortunately, our last battle nearly got us killed. We need a strong shinobi which can act as a living prison. Before you ask any questions, know that we came to you first and yes, this means you’ll have a shit ton more chakra at your disposal. Yes or no, are you in? ", he added. Daigo’s answer was an obvious one and serendipity seemed to overfloweth his cup.
"You know my answer, but first...I must meet with a lawyer to deal with Daisuke’s affairs. Afterwards, we shall see about this demon of which you speak. I don’t suppose this demon had a name by the way?" he asked, quite calmly. It was strange that in his small amount of time as a shinobi Daigo was discussing the possible fight with a demon with a talking dog. Many people would find this to be a little bonkers, but Daigo was learning to ease himself into this crazy world called shinobi. Hoshi went on to give the demon’s name. A rather unique name by Daigo’s low standards. Before long, their meeting was wrapped up and the pooch was on his way to meet with the rest of the pack. He left behind information on their next meeting date as well as information about the demon’s current whereabouts. Daigo was no fool however. He was still new to the ninja world and knew that he would need assistance from someone more skilled than ninja hounds. A thought crossed his mind just then and he glanced down at the letter once more. In an instant, he remembered something Hoshi had said in passing which was rather important. Daigo opened the letter and speed read through it until he found the man’s name. The same man Hoshi had stated had great power. The same man his cousin once trained himself. Junko, Daisuke’s former pupil. A wave of euphoria washed over him just then. It was a moment of genius. The man who felt so alone in the world, could finally seem a bit more normal.
He would need Junko’s assistance and could possibly use Junko’s emotions to help further his own ends. Of course, he’d have his reserves about trusting a man he barely knew, but he desire for power and understanding was more so overwhelming. Rising up from the table, Daigo signalled for the bill and grabbed his things. There was more business to attend to this day. A meeting with a lawyer and a petition for a clan housing development would be next on his list.
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