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 fog was heavy this morning, quite a rarity for the village hidden in the leaves, but Daisuke didn’t mind. His blonde hair swayed slightly as a eddies and whirls of a subtle breeze drifted over the walls that surrounded the outer part of the village. The young boy stood in solitary silence, looking out into the obscured distance – the forest vaguely silhouetted itself against the greyish air and created what almost looked like a rolling sea of slightly dark haze that sat below the lighter air.

There wasn’t really a whole lot to be doing, there wasn’t a whole lot going on in general if Daisuke was being honest with himself. His time away training seemed to have caused him to miss something – things were quieter now than they had been during his time at the academy. He didn’t mind the change, but it was strange to think about. Friends weren’t something the boy tended to think that he had, if he did then the lack of shinobi his age would have made far more of an impact than it did. For Daisuke that could have been seen as a blessing, for he would not have to face such meaningful losses in the future. He could be thankful in that regard.

For a moment the wind whipped up, revealing the primary road leading to and from Konoha. Many had walked along it, Daisuke thought as he watched the low clouds of fog roll back over to obscure the view once again. Many he knew had stepped over it on their way out on adventures vast, be it by choice or by order with or without honour. Honour was a rather strange concept for a shinobi to have, in a sense it was a moral limitation that bound those too disciplined to act with their best interests in mind. Daisuke wouldn’t make those sorts of mistakes, he had only passed the Genin exam because his father had told him the sort of things that the higher-ups looked for when making their decisions. Teamwork was useful of course, but unless a team of people were of the same mind then there was always room for catastrophic mistakes to be made. Daisuke would never be able to control the actions of others in the same manner that he controlled his own movements and decisions.

A breath left his nostrils, adding to the clouds of water vapor around him. It was cold. He liked it that way, reminded him of the stories of his ancestral homeland. Somewhere he would endeavour to travel to one day. The fact that the shinobi of the hidden mist managed to integrate into other villages showed him far more than he reckoned others perceived. There were always differences in nations, always conflicts of interest between the great powers of the world. It was needless.

The Minamoto boy stood, still alone, looking out towards the wider world.

Things would change eventually.

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Shun knew that he was going to love being a medic and working under his very first teacher for a long time. He loved to see that Nao was building himself a little family, and that he was invited to join them at any time. Shun also loved that his father was getting more business because Shun kept talking him up. He was hoping to wield a weapon made by his own father at some point, but for now his birth mother's blade was home to him. With Shun being separated from the clan that had accepted him as a brother, his first family since losing his mother, and a friend he might have felt a little more than friendship towards, his life was turning around for the better. He could only hope good things were following his old friends too. Shun hoped to be reunited with them one day, but until then he would fulfill his duties to the best of his ability and continue to grow stronger.

Every now and then, though, Shun needed to escape. Get away from the shinobi world and just live a little. His living time tended to be alone, which was when his mind would bring back memories of the people he lost connection with. These thoughts would often lead him to the locations those memories were made. He had visited Shion's old home beneath a house, sad to see it still had some of Shion's belongings. Shun simply sat inside the home sometimes, never touching a thing but reminiscing over the few times he had been there.

He also visited the hot springs, the diner Sumiko had led their group to, the bar that he was supposed to take over working at before everything went downhill. Memories of the clan weren't the only ones he revisited though. He also occasionally visited the arena where he had his first ever tournament match. He had learned a lot about his weaknesses that day, and since then had worked to push himself harder. He wanted to be a formidable foe to the same person who had forfeited a match years before.

These times where he was alone really brought to light just how alone he really was. He had his father, sure, but he couldn't tell Shuichi everything that happened in his life for fear of his father judging his decisions. Shun only wanted to do what he felt was right, but that didn't necessarily mean he followed every rule that was laid before him. Shun visited the gates of the village, wanting nothing more than to venture out and try to find his original family, his old home. He wondered what it would be like if he hadn't been brought to Konoha as a child, if any of these trials would have been avoided. "If only I could speak to you now, Mom," he muttered softly, his hand moving to rest on the hilt of his blade. He subconsciously reached up to play with the braid she had taught him how to make. Shun had gotten used to his short hair at this point, but old habits die hard.

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Shoma hadn't planned to be walking this way. He'd originally set out for one of his regular aimless strolls, but time and wanderlust had brought him down a road that he hadn't walked for months. He was heading toward the Pheonix Gate, the only way in or out of the village, at least as far as he knew.

He passed shops, residences, and more than a few weary-looking travelers. He recognized no one, and they presumably didn't recognize him. The anonymity of a big village was something he was still getting used to after a lifetime of living in what amounted to a small cluster of houses in the forest. It was nice in some ways, but in others, it was extremely isolating. Despite his general tendency toward solitude, he did prefer to have at least a few friends, as he'd had back home. A dog would be nice too, he mused, though he was certain he would feel too guilty about replacing Kuma. His furry friend was still back living with his father, and Shoma was starting to really miss him. The one friend he'd managed to make was an 8-year-old boy named Toshi. Their shopping trip through Oak District and following spar in the park had offered him some direction in his shinobi path, and for that, he would be eternally grateful. He hadn't seen the boy in quite some time, though.

Eventually, Shoma arrived at the Pheonix Gate. He'd realized a while back where he was going and decided to embrace the idea. He didn't plan to leave Konoha, as he couldn't really leave without an escort anyway, but something about looking back out toward his old life was appealing. He thought it might give him a bit of perspective, help him to re-center his thoughts and motivations for coming to Konoha in the first place.

Arriving at the gate, he spotted what looked like two boys just up ahead. One had black hair cut to around should legth and carried a sword. The other was a blonde who looked to be just standing at the gate, staring out of the village. It seemed he hadn't been the only one with a thought toward the past... or maybe he was looking to the future. The thought got Shoma wondering which he was about to do himself.

Arriving at the gate, Shoma stood on the opposite end to the blonde boy and glanced out at the early morning mist. The blonde boy looked to be a bit younger, probably half-way between Toshi and Shoma, while the boy with the sword looked to be about the same age, maybe slightly older.

Did you come to think too? I didn't realize I'd have so much company.

Shoma turned as he spoke, flashing a tentative half-smile at the two other boys. He hoped he wasn't interrupting anything.

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The fog did not seem to be dissipating any time soon, Daisuke noted from his perch overlooking the main road and the forest that flanked it; well, overlooking as much as he could physically see in this weather, which was not a lot. Every now and then the blonde Minamoto boy would close his eyes and bring the index and middle fingers of his right hand up to a space just in front of his face, his senses reached out to his surroundings – further than his eyes could see in the mist and with a lot more clarity. He had been at it for roughly an hour at this point before he sensed anyone approaching his location, though in his endeavour to look out of the village for any incoming individuals, he did not expect newcomers to approach from within. The Phoenix gate was not the most common of sightseeing spots, especially for village residents in this weather. Daisuke let another breath escape from his nose, once again joining the water vapor around him.

Only one of the chakra signatures that approached was familiar to the young genin, the signature of an old classmate, the signature of a previous opponent. He hoped that Shun wasn’t too hung up on being used as a point of calibration for Daisuke in the student tournament, though it didn’t seem as though that went much further than the few rounds he watched. He listened carefully, first to his footsteps and then to the words that soon made themselves known from the boy. It seemed as though the fellow genin was missing his family; Daisuke didn’t know the details but it didn’t appear to be the most positive of statements that came from Shun.

Then, there was the new figure, someone that Daisuke didn’t know – a wildcard of sorts in this situation. The genin didn’t like unknowns in any setting, they always added too much uncertainty to his calculations. Without knowing as much as possible about an individual Daisuke could not possibly plan for the best way to interact with them, it may have seemed as though it were overthinking for some, but it was a necessity for the overly-conscious shinobi. From this distance, Daisuke couldn’t get the best view of the newcomer, but he could gather some information. The figure appeared to be male, seemingly well-built but rather young, not quite as young as Daisuke but young enough.

With an extremely light thud, Daisuke’s feet gracefully met with the ground, only a few strands of his golden hair shifted in the movement then settled a few seconds later. His eyes opened to their usual resting position, revealing the blue pearlescence of his irises as he scanned both figures, for having spent such a while looking at a whole lot of not much, his focus was relatively sharp. He nodded at a point equidistant between the two.

“Shun,” he regarded the familiar figure before his eyes shifted towards Shoma. Famously a boy of few words, Daisuke simply waited for the unaccustomed face to say something else in greeting – an introduction perhaps. He didn’t exactly object to introducing himself first, but it was personal preference to let others reveal personal information before he divulged anything about himself. Good practice maybe, or paranoia. Either way it is what suited the Minamoto.

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Shun shifted his gaze to the first person he noticed approaching, only mildly surprised to see an unfamiliar face. He had gotten so used to hanging around the same people that bumping into someone new still caught him off guard now and then. He heard is name spoken by a familiar voice, and Shun turned to face his old friend and opponent. "Great to see you again," he voiced, then turned to greet the new face. "I don't believe I've met you before, but it's wonderful to meet you too."

Shun adjusted his sword on his hip, responding to the question. "I came here to gather myself. I lost my mother when I was young, and she was the one who inspired me to join the academy. I only wish she could see me now, how far I've come." He wasn't always quick to tell his story, but he figured that if they all came out here to contemplate something, it didn't hurt to voice his reasoning.

Shun bowed his head politely before introducing himself. "I'm Ashikawa Shun, Medic in Training. Who might you be?" He knew that it would be new information for Daisuke, since they hadn't really spoken since their tournament battle. It was going to be nice to catch up, but he didn't want to exclude a possible new ally. He knew that making friends in the village would only further aid him in his journey, so he wanted to remain the same outgoing person he was when he first joined the academy, even if others weren't as quick to make friends.
 

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The dark haired boy, Shun, was a lot more forthcoming than Shoma was used to. Just opening with the loss of one's mother wasn't something he was used to, but it made the boy instantly relatable. Maybe that was the point. Shoma flashed a small smile and offered his hand.

I'm Uchima Shoma. I don't usually tell people this, but I lost my mom too. She died giving birth to me, so I never really knew her. I'm sorry to hear about yours, Shun.

He turned toward the other boy who'd just alighted on the ground in front of them.

I take it you guys know each other? I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something. I just came to the gate to get my thoughts in order and didn't expect to have company.

Shoma turned to rest his back on the pillar of the arch. He could see the two boys more clearly now and took a moment to take them both in. They seemed different in so many ways, and yet they had a similar kind of energy about them. There was something there, under the surface.

Anyway, it's cool to hear that you're a medic in training, Shun. I keep running into people from the Medical Branch. First, it was the medical Sennin, and then the head of the Combat Division, and now you. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you guys are stalking me.

He chuckled at the half-hearted joke. He knew it wasn't very funny and could feel his face flush slightly from embarrassment. It wasn't like him to try to crack jokes to strangers, but the feeling of connection between these two made him want to stick out more, make sure that he didn't get lost in the background. He hoped the other boy would chime up soon and save him from speaking.
 
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Daisuke kept his eyes on the newcomer while he listened to Shun introduce himself, a formality that Daisuke despised. He didn’t have any specific reason for disliking it other than the fact that social interactions were his Achilles heel. Sometimes he would give away too much and other times he would share very little or even end up accidentally insulting the other conversational participants. While the blonde boy stayed silent, he found that there was a lot of new information to be gathered both about the newcomer and about Shun. It seemed as though his training was progressing well in the field of medicine, a specialisation that Daisuke wasn’t personally interested in but it did lend more value to its practitioners. His eyes scanned Shun for a few moments, looking to assess any new physical differences in the boy.

After a few seconds of observations, Daisuke returned his attention to the newcomer, looking him up and down once more. It only took a break in Shun’s introduction for Shoma to introduce himself. There was a sense of understanding that appeared to be generated as the two more talkative shinobi shared their stories, or at least their similar parental situations; Daisuke couldn’t relate to that, but he knew it must have been a terrible burden for them both. A spark of pity shot through the blonde boy’s mind, but he was quick to extinguish it – there was no need to pity these two, they were individuals in their own right and as such he would show some respect, even if Daisuke would not show it overtly.

The conversation lulled after Shoma finished speaking, a few seconds of silence followed before Daisuke realised that this would be the point that the others expected him to speak. This was never his strong suit, but he knew first impressions held a place of importance with new people, and so he took a breath. How much did he want to give away? How much could they both have already known about him?

“Minamoto Daisuke. Son of Fujiwara Minako and Minamoto Suyashi. Grandson of the first and last Mizukages.” He gave a curt nod as he introduced himself, though he had a feeling that giving this much information in one go wasn’t in his best interests. But oh well, the other two seemed to be sharing reasonably intimate details about their lives. “You have not interrupted anything, I have been watching the gates.” He paused. “You are correct though, Shun and I are well acquainted. We both graduated from the academy at the same time.”

Another lull in the conversation followed, forcing Daisuke to speak up once more. “What is it that the two of you have come here to think about?” He knew Shun had already given an indication of what had been on his mind, but maybe this would spur the conversation on forwards and bring about more information.
 

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Shun was glad to see an old friend again, even if the last time they interacted wasn't his favorite memory. "We also shared a battle together in the tournament. It was an interesting time." Shun looked back to Shoma, a new face and name to remember in the future. He smiled at the playful joke about the medics following him around. "I wouldn't say that! Take it as Leaf is making sure there are enough medics around that you'll always have a helping hand when you need it," he replied with a small laugh. He did want to be one of those kinds of medics, the ones that would jump into action in the blink of an eye.

His eyes fell upon Daisuke again as he questioned his appearance at the gates a bit more. "Well, my mother is the main reason I came, but I like to go to quiet places that hold memories with friends from my past." Shun's smile softened a bit. "I had built a small family of misfits, but they recently left the village, and I haven't heard from them since." He let his gaze drift to the land outside the gates. It wasn't often he talked about his built family, especially since it was risky with their goals in mind, but he figured that as long as he shared no names or descriptions, it wouldn't hurt anyone.

He was definitely curious why Daisuke was around the gates, even if he was just watching. Daisuke held this air of mystery to him, something that Shun admired. Shun was always quick to spill his guts when meeting new people, and sometimes it landed him in quite a bit of trouble. He could definitely learn a thing or two about holding his tongue. He looked back to Shoma as well, excited to learn more about a potential ally. Even if his last set of friends had left, making more friends meant more people to back him up if he ever ended up in a bind.

Shun wouldn't forget a friend, but if he never made new ones, his life would continue to be lonely. Shun definitely didn't want to be alone in the end, so no matter how many friends he might lose, he was going to keep reaching out and getting to know people.
 

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Shoma was sure Shun's reply was meant to be playful, but it got the boy thinking.

Is Leaf so dangerous that they need to follow people around? He must be joking...right?

Outwardly, Shoma grinned as his thoughts turned back to Daisuke's self-introduction. He was the grandson of the first and last Mizukages. That was a lineage that couldn't be taken lightly. Shoma knew little of Mizukages, but had heard snippets of the village's history, reading some dramatized, but still largely historical, accounts in some of the novels he liked to read. To be facing a product of that history in the flesh was a tad surreal.

What is he doing here? He's got to have better things to do than hang around Konoha.

Shoma realized it was his turn to answer Daisuke's question. It was a simple enough question, but not one that Shoma had a ready answer to. It wasn't that he didn't know what he had come to think about really, more that there was so much on his mind that he didn't know how to put it into words to a stranger. Rather than offer an account of the past months of his life, he decided to settle for a generalization, much as Shun had apparently done.

It sounds kind of silly, I guess, but I miss my dad and my dog. I wonder sometimes if coming to Konoha was a good idea. I don't know if I'll live up to expectations, or even survive very long even if I become a Shinobi. Sometimes I feel confident, but other times, like now, I just feel like maybe I messed up by leaving home.

It was a sentiment that swirled around Shoma's head day in and day out, coming to the forefront whenever he let himself become idle for too long. It wasn't, however, a feeling that he felt many others identified with. Part of his insecurity came from the confidence he observed in so many of his peers. Many of them came from Shinobi families, having been brought up in the profession. They could go home and ask their parents or older siblings for advice or tutoring. When they were unsure of something, they could find a resolution within the day. Shoma had none of that, all he could do was study hard, work harder, and hope that it would pay off. It was exhausting, and the isolation that came from living alone in a boarding house lead to all too many quiet moments in which to think, and second-guess.

Then again, it sounded like Shun was missing people too. Maybe he understood a little of what Shoma was feeling.


It's nice to meet you guys, though. Can I ask what it is you're watching for, Daisuke? Are you waiting for someone to come back like Shun is?
 

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