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 were was the sound of rustling in the cut through the dense silence of the forest. Leaves protested, and bushes rustled. Peering through the dense brush would reveal a small clearing in the forest. It was deep enough that it was an area that inuzuka that frequented this place didn’t come often. It was here in this clearing that a shelter was beginning to take place. Planted beside a tree was a very creative construct. Using the Tree as base, two walls of sticks that extended. They were on a platform that seemed equally crude but comprised of 4 thick stumps and a floor made of more sticks. Not everything was raw and uncut. It seemed that some small animal had chewed various sticks into desired shapes to make them fit better. The roof was made of strips of bark that were layered like shingles in at an angle from the tree. There was no door to the small hut, but there was a bear skin that flapped at the entrance.

Then there was Komora. She was dirty. Unwashed. Of course she wasn’t the kind to care. She chewed a straight line through a hide that she had somehow had managed to tan. With her impressive strength she ripped a thin strip of hide from the whole. She then got up and used it to to lash some of the sticks that were being used for walls more into place. Then suddenly something. Komora froze in place. She seemed like a rabbit as her senses worked over time to pick up the dissonance in the forest. Then it emerged. A black bear. It exploded from its place in the bushes as it charged at the small girl, but she didn’t run away.

She charged right back. Paw met hand as Komora caught the beast’s claws. The claws dug into her hands, which were already healing. The Bear lurched forward and then stopped. Komora’s feet dug into the Earth. She was as strong as a bull. She had stopped the charge of a bear in full. She pushed the bear until it fell over onto its side. Komora leapt on top of the creature and began to wrestle with. Despite its efforts to swat her off, the gashes that were left on the small girl by the bear’s claws were ignored by her. In an eerie calm she leaned in to the bear’s neck. A look of terror was caught in its eyes as in one swift motion the tiny girl ripped its throat out with her teeth.

Her clothes were slashed up by bear claws, they were barely rags. Her entire front was covered in bear blood and she had numerous gashes in her flesh - which were healing quick enough that they could be visibly seen. People always said that the Ancient Forest was Dangerous, but it seemed it had just gotten a little bit more so since a wild Komora was now living here.
 

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A member of the organization had shown weakness. It was believed that they were planning to go to the ANBU with what knowledge they had. It wasn't much sure, but they needed to be made an example of. The organization couldn't simply allow for someone to go telling on them without there being some kind of retribution. Of course what made the message stronger was that they were being killed in advance of their saying anything. It meant that people would need to be on their best behavior, the organization was having to restrict movement of its members and it did so by cutting ties with them during periods like this.

The ANBU had made several incisions recently, they seemed to be targeting locations and individuals who they had originally thought to be hidden. This meant there was a mole. And this meant that all members of the organization had to be on high alert.

Dashing through the undergrowth a young woman with short black hair ran. She clearly didn't care about dodging the brush which tore at her clothes, speed was all she cared about. She wasn't a shinobi, she had survived on the streets the only way she knew how.

Her parents had worked hard, but she had wanted more for her life. She worked hard at first and tried doing thing the proper way. But she began to realise the truth was that no amount of simple hard work would get her to where she wanted to be. She had attempted to pursuade various different business owners to take her on as an understudy, to learn what she needed to learn, all she received from them were laughs. So she tried the darker areas of the village, where she got an introduction to why they were the darker places of the village. She survived though, telling herself that if she worked hard there she would succeed and learn what she needed to learn.

And learn she had.

She learned that it was each for their own, that by stabbing her superiors in the back, by leaking information to appropriate sources, she could rise in the ranks. She did so at an appropriate pace, giving herself time to move into the good graces of the next boss, sleeping with them, doing all kinds of disgusting things that before she had heard the proposition she wouldn't have even thought of that as something anyone would want. It seemed the higher her rank became, the more disgusting her bosses became, men and women both.

But it seemed that she had been caught, and the pet of the body snatchers was after her. She had heard stories of the man... nothing seemed to have lived up to the real thing.

She had returned home to find her pet dog displayed horrofyingly in her lounge, like a living piece of art. Yet how it was still alive she had no idea... all she knew was that all the organs had been placed on different podiums, the veins pumped blood, the heart kept beating... the eyes were terrorfied, filled with pain, but there was no vocal cords, no muscled for it to cry out with, just silent agony. She loved that dog, it loved her, every day she arrived home to it and it greeted her like she'd been away for years. It was the only thing left in her life that she loved. She pet it one last time, and then put it out of its misery. Vomiting as she did so. Having to kill something so close to her heart. She swore she heard laughter.

She continued to run through the forest, knowing that she was being pursued, knowing that nothing she could do could stop what was going to happen, but hoping that maybe, just maybe, she might stumble upon something which could help her. Or maybe some one? Who knew in the forest.

After ending her pets life she thought that she had lost it all. And then she remembered her hard working parents. She'd kept them at a distance so that they wouldn't see what she had become, as thought their eyes could cut through her to see into her soul and understand her deepest darkest secrets. She ran to their place, opened the door and found them alive and weeping. They looked at her and only cried harder. She was relieved at first, they were alive, this was more than she had hoped for, they hadn't been killed, perhaps the organization weren't going to touch them. And then she noticed that before them lay scattered photos. Photo's of their darling daughter performing horrific acts with disgusting people. Everything she had done to get to where she was on display for her parents. Her greatest fear, the reason she had left them alone had come true. They saw her for what she was.

They asked her why, her mother told her to come closer, wanting to comfort her baby girl. Perhaps it was all going to be okay. And then she saw him. His grinning face as he moved in behind them. She went to try and warn them, but then she found herself unable to move, and was forced to watch as her father was murdered, and then as the man shuffled the images, picking one out at a time, raising the image so that she and her gagged mother could see, and then perform it on the mother. Tears running down their faces, she struggled to get free, and then finally she managed it, after hours and hours of horrofying scenes replayed before her, her mother being broken, and then once she was free she looked at her mother, who looked to her for help, and then she fled. In that last moment she saw the final straw breaking her mother. Her daughter fled instead of helping, and had no intention of trying to get help, but instead she knew that all she hoped for was that the man wouldn't notice that she was gone until she was safe.

Of course it had all been a ruse. Whispers came from everywhere, she didn't know where he was, but instead he reminded her of what she had done.

Slowly but surely she felt her mind slipping. She crashed through some shrubs and collapsed on to her knees. She blubbered, and through the endless tears which blinded her vision she found that she was looking at a house. A young child was there, but she couldn't work out any features. She raised her hand and tried to warn the child to run, but nothing but a croak came from her throat. She couldn't speak, she couldn't stand, she couldn't do anything but sit there and cry and groan. The images of everything that day had caught up to her.

And then the voice of the man who had done all this to her appeared clearly beside her.

I guess the fun is over then.

It was the last thing she heard, her head toppled off her shoulders and she fell dead into the dirt.



Looking over to the young girl Junan smiled at the child, and almost as though nothing at all had happened he cocked his head, gave a slightly confused look and said.

What are you doing here Komora?
 

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A woman suddenly appeared. Komora looked at her impassively until her head fell off. It reminded of the time that she had stabbed Chou. She wasn’t sure if the woman was dead, but the one before her certainly was. Before Maybe Komora would have been affected by the sight of death. Chou, and at least three large beasts that she had murdered with her own hands out here in the woods had changed that part of her. To Komora it was simple now. Kill or be killed. You must kill to eat. You must eat to live. Komora wondered who was going to eat this woman, since she had now been killed. Then it was Junan. He peeked in like he just hadn’t murdered a harmless woman. What are you doing here Komora? He gave her a look that made his confusion abundantly clear. Komora let the chunk of bear flesh drop from her mouth.

Her hair had been dyed red from all of the blood she had been spilling, but there was still hints of her bleached hair from before. She was wearing the same clothes that she had last seen Junan in. The gaudy circus garb was difficult to recognize now that it was nearly threads from her battles against the wolves and bears here in the forest and everything from her chin down had a smooth trail of red. Her small frame wore small thin slices in her skin, scars from her recent battles. A few of them were red, but those were from today and it was clear that her skin was already reclaiming the area. Komora didn’t seem to care about the injuries at all. She merely copied his expression, although on her face it seemed comically. ”Komora, she lives here now.” She explained. Despite the expression her mind was oddly suited to this place.

Her thoughts were in constant motion, and so too was this wilderness. The constant movement of bugs, animals, and nature was enough to draw her attention into thirty different places at once. It had the affect of keeping the busier parts of her mind occupied. This was honestly the clearest she had been able to think in a long time. ”Sh-She likes it here.” The small girl didn’t seem bothered by the lump of flesh that was once a woman laying on what could technically be her front lawn. She rolled the bear over. ”She used to live here.” Komora explained. She leaned down to the bear and bit into the bear skin. Somehow between the bear fat and muscle she was ripping the skin in rather clean lines with just her teeth and nails.

It was clear that despite her tiny frame she was deceptively strong. The time in the wild had honed her kunoichi physique and had done only what survival in the woods could do to a person who only had their own person for survival. There was a strong sickening rip noise as she tugged the skin and fur of the bear off of its chest with naught but her teeth. ”KMmrrh ith mkng clthsh,” She explained with the furr still between her teeth.
 

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Is she just. She does need some new ones. He said, seemingly understanding exactly what it was that she said, yet he said it while looking around him. The puddle of blood increasing, forming at the neck of the woman whose body lay at his feet.

What had happened since he had last seen this girl? He was sure she was part of the Mochizuki Clan, only clan members performed with them, that was standard. So why did she live out here?

Walking away from the dead body as though it didn't exist, and yet managing to not tread in blood, he walked around the area and looked at it. He then tried to figure out exactly where they were, after all, he'd just been having fun chasing this woman, he'd had no idea where she was running, it didn't matter to him where she'd gone to while he was chasing her. But now he was curious as it meant where it was that this girl had made her home.

Something about it made him ask himself, is she safe?

This was the question despite her chewing on a bear skin. After all, there were real monsters in Kumogakure. He should know. He worked with them. If they were to receive an order for a blonde haired child and any of them knew she was out here she would be the first person they would target. She was alone, she fit the description, and really it didn't matter what they did out here because no-one would be the wiser.

Pulling out a knife he threw it so that it would dig into the ground a few inches away from Komora.

This should make doing that much easier. He said as he continued looking around the girls home.
 

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She nodded at Junan’s statement of her needing “new ones” and continued her gruesome work. To her the world was just that simple. Junan flicked a knife that dug into the ground. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the suddenness of proximity of the little blade. With a feral rage greater than what she showed the bear she leapt at the knife and caught it between her jaws. With a sickening crunch the metal snapped between her teeth. She let the shards fall from her mouth. She turned back to the bear flesh and ripped free a large swath of pelt. It was still red and bleeding but Komora wrapped it on her shoulders and tied it about her neck as though it was a shawl.

The contrast couldn’t be anymore apparent. Junan was casually avoiding getting any blood on him, whereas Komora was casually soaked in red. Her hair was even the an iron shade of red. The small creature looked more like a beast with the raw bear flesh on her shoulders.

Komora hates them. she answered with just a hint of bitterness in her voice. After a moment she remembered her own hunger and glanced down the exposed muscle on the bear. She leaned over and ripped at the fibers with her teeth and nails and began to eat the raw meat with a indifferent expression on her face.
 

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As he wandered he heard a kind of metallic pinging sound along with a kind of crunch occur where the girl had been. Yet he didn't bother to look in her direction, it didn't really concern him what had just happened. He was more curious about this location, its isolation.

Komora hates them.

He frowned slightly at that statement, his attention once more on the girl who now stood there with a raw bear skin draped over her, a sour expression on her face looking at him.

Looking at her feet he noticed the broken blade, and she turned to dig into the bear meat as food.

He wondered what had happened. Leaning down he picked up the blade and could see the distinct markings of small teeth. With a sigh he tossed the broken blade over his shoulder into... well.. somewhere in the forest, he didn't exactly look or plan where it'd land.

Squatting in place he now looked at the girl as she gorged herself on the bear. In the corner of his eye he was reminded of the body he had left, formed a couple of handseals and she slowly sank into the earth, no longer an eyesore.

Junan was troubled. What should he do. Komora seemed like she could handle herself out here, but she had entertained him for a time at the circus...

Anything you want or need? He said matter of factly, his tone not hinting at whether he cared or not, but for him this was about as close as he had come to caring.
 

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Komora paused her feast The tiny creature stopped its feast to watch in wonder as the headless one melted into the ground like a puddle in the desert. The curiousity got the better of her and she wandered over to the spot where the woman had been and began to pat the ground. Gone...All Gone. she commented. Yummy for bugs and worms. She patted the ground again, nodding at her sagely observation. Why does he give the girl to the bugs and worms? You have to eat it! She pointed at the place she had been.

Junan posed his question and Komora thought sincerely. Her attention turned back to the ground. Green Beans! She giggled happily as she clapped her hands. It was strange to see her acting like a child when she bore the stench of death and wore a bloody bear skin. Her blonde hair was dyed red with blood, and she herself was coated in a thick layer of the substance. By now blood covered her arms and legs and trailed in a drippy mess down her middle. She wants green beans!
 

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Junan smiled, he had no need of turning that girl into a puppet, she offered him nothing, but he decided he wouldn't explain that aspect to Komora, chances were that she wouldn't care anyway. Sometimes the big people need to feed the bugs and worms. He said, smiling, the truth behind what he was meaning probably going to be lost in translation, but he didn't really care either way.

As she made her request though he tilted his head back and let rip with a roaring laugh.

Green beans.

Yes.

That was good.

After he finished he stood and moved to leave.

I will return with green beans Komora.

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