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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Kyuuji

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His mother, head of the clan, had recently expressed dissatisfaction that he had not yet graduated from the academy. It was his self-control alone which had kept him seeming calm in the face of her words, instead of snapping like he had very much wanted to. Sometimes, he absolutely despised the clan.

It was easier to blame the clan as a whole than to think about the pressure his mother put on him. He knew that his mom loved him. But, he knew well by now, she wouldn’t fight for him like she did for herself and Akane, his sister and her heir.

Mother was unmarried, each of her three children having a different, unknown, father. She had fought to remain unmarried, and she had put a stop to the elders' demands for her to arrange a marriage for Akane. Yet, when those same elders said that Kyuuji and his younger brother Hinata should have their future spouses chosen for them, mother had given in.

If she hadn’t, he might have never been put in a position where he would have befriended Tsubaki. That didn’t make him resent his mother any less, though. If anything, he resented her more, for both his own sake and Tsubaki’s. Neither of them wanted to be married, let alone to each other.

There would come a time when Kyuuji would express his own dissatisfaction, he told himself. But that time was not yet, and it was increasingly difficult to suppress his feelings.

So he didn’t. He put all his emotions into his training, and his practiced attacks might have looked fairly benign. Yet, in his mind, he imagined his training to be brutal combat. It was one of the only ways he could vent his rage, without giving the game away.

Most days, when he trained, he was conscious enough to keep his own sadism from showing, but an observant watcher might notice today that his attacks on his imaginary opponent were not focused most on efficiency, but inflicting pain.

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Nakamura Kana

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Most mornings Kana would now find herself traveling to the Dojo. Not to interact with those around her, but to better herself. To hone the skills she was so keen on mastering, and eventually to becoming the ultimate Kunoichi. This morning was a bit different though. She was ordinarily used to walking into an empty dojo where the swishing of her blade would be the only sound that echoed off the large walls. This morning, there was another present. A young boy who she guessed was still a student in practice because he was around her age, perhaps a few years younger.

Intrigued, Kana would make her way to where the boy was keenly slicing at the air, the force in each stroke could be felt as he attempted to rid the frustration from his mind through physical strain. It was a method she chose to use at times as well, and it had served her well. Perhaps it serves this boy equally well, or perhaps it hinders him. Curiosity would prevail and the girl would step a bit closer.

"Morning."

She would announce her presence as to not scare the boy before asking her intended thoughts.

"Might it be better if you had someone to swing at? A moving target aids in simulating real combat. If that's the intent of your learning, anyway.

An intent to be nice still can come off cold or callous. Hopefully the boy took her words as the aid they were intended to be. Would he wish to spar and truly test his mettle? The girl would stand and stare at him, dressed in brown robes and her sigil of the village proudly dawned upon her headband. The most noticeable thing about the small girl would be her eyes. Endless pits of white that seemed to grow deeper by the second as black tomoe encircled her almost nonexistent pupils. It could be a bit intimidating to be face to face with such a young gifted ninja, but she attempted to play it cool. Maybe he wouldn't be afraid.

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