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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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Anxious was the only word that could describe Koga in his movements. It was clear something weighed on his mind heavily as he paced through the slum driven streets of Sunagakure. However this did not make any sense to him, it baffled him how there had to be a slum built. For himself his people lived on the bare necessities and had plenty of good in the wild but it didn’t get bad until the environment betrayed them. However even now they had enough to live in the middle class district not that Suna needed any stickers. There was division, between the people of the village. It was unnecessary for them to have such a division amongst each other why couldn’t they all just live as equals? Was there a need for the districts and the division amongst one another? What did this do or provide to better Sunagakure? Just like the swine that Koga had once killed in the upper level districts was still as bad as the “trash” in the lower one. People would be who they were and living in a glossed up area or a run down one shouldn’t change that. The judgment should come from what kind of life you led.

Even so he knew that just hoping would not change the situation. It probably would never change as long as people still had these limitations and barriers set up. Everyone seemed too unwilling to let go of their “comfortability” and too unwilling to change everything around them. All he had to offer was a bag of medicine to those who hadn’t seen aid for days or weeks. Those who were less fortunate could at least garner some use from the medications and antibiotics they couldn’t normally buy. People crowded when they saw what he was handing out, a man walking around with a large burlap sack bag passing out meds like they were some old, jolly, rotund man was far from the norm.

It seemed as though anyone in need would come and those who weren’t in need would try their luck too. One man in particular was a small time crime lord as if he could escape the Sunan radars, he was simply too small for anyone to care. ”Oi, no one comes around pushing their crap without me getting a cut.”

”Silly insignificant swine… I’m not selling these I’m handing them out. To the people of the slums in need.” He would snort at Koga motioning for four people all around Koga’s build to try and show some force or power. Maybe the civilian styled clothes didn’t give him the air of a shinobi but that wouldn’t save them from death’s embrace if they decided to attack. ”You’ll need more than four goons if you plan to take this bag from me. I’ll drop two of them as soon as the first attacks then slit your neck ear to ear before I kill the other two…” He said it calmly and coldly and then would pull out a bone knife in the blink of an eye. Not revealing that he pulled it from his body.

The old crime boss would puff his cheeks up as he prepared to make a move whether or not it was an aggressive one or one of retreat had yet to come to fruition.
 
The old crime boss had been around this block for many years. He had dodged executions, burned enemies, and held his ground to get to the top of the dog pile by more than luck. Preparation mixed with a bit of Cunning made a solid path for him to walk to the top on. While he was able to hold his own against anyone and never backed down from a fight, he also knew that there was always someone out there that could be him. His motto was to make sure that person worked from him, and not his enemy. Having the ninja corp based in Suna usually lead to some of them trickling down to the slums, some were here as do-gooders, other's were here to quench their thirst for the darkest delights. As long as they didn't bother his operations, he could care less. He had to be prepared though when they intervened.

After he called out to the guy he presumed was a two-bit pusher, he saw the Suna headband attached to him. It was a badge of forbidden knowledge that gave the old crime boss a moment of pause. He knew that even the weakest of ninja could unleash power that regular street brawlers couldn't match easily. Given this guys age, he was probably more seasoned and more deadly. Unfortunately, he had already made his line in the sand, claiming the slums as under his authority. If he backed down, it would show him as weak in front of his men, as well as all of the residence and junkies alike. He had to answer the threat of a slit throat and retribution. As he nodded to his four goons to surround Koga and prepare to take him down, he reached into his pocket for a specific kind of walkie-talkie. This one was similar to the headset ninja use but with one slight difference, it didn't communicate sounds. When the old crime boss hit a button, another walkie-talkie would squelch miles away.

Zenichi was eating some cold ramen he had bought earlier in the day when his walkie went off. He knew who was calling him and why. Exiting his makeshift tent underneath an overpass, he stood out in the open, turning in a 360. A little red light would glow brighter as he pointed towards its mate, dim as it pointed away from it. Zenichi knew the direction he needed to travel in a matter of seconds. As he gained ground and got closer, the red glow of the walkie would burn brighter.

Time to get paid
 
The Grand Palais...a noble cause in its beginning... with the Diamond Maelstrom going out of control, the people of the village needed to react quickly to prepare the underground shelter for all its people. It was a time of turmoil and chaos, and all the leaders of the village gathered to plan how to suddenly transport such a large amount of people deep into the relative safety of the caves. This was one of the ideas, a large district where those less fortunate could make a life for themselves. It was natural for a village to have people less fortunate in life, and with the commotion of the times that number increased exponentially. This was supposed to be a haven, where anyone could find a place of his own, perhaps modest but decent, and strive through the Maelstrom. Unfortunately, reality was not as idyllic. Soon the scum of the village trickled its way to the furthest parts of the city, now turning it into a slum.

A good idea which slipped out of the control of the Sunan's finest... there was probably many people to blame. From the Steward Kage's to the lowest Shinobi...yet still, even if they tried, the seedy underbelly seem to be elusive to total extermination, and with maintaining the proper functioning of the city and the attempts to defender it and trying to find a way to get back to the surface...do much things to deal with, and so little time. Still, in between dealing with megalomaniac Shinobi, Haru also felt he needed to do something to help. And while the mission at hand referred to good's stolen out of higher sections, most criminal activity seemed to have some connection to the Palais.

So there was the Artisan of Sands, walking through the rundown streets. Of course Haru in his typical attire would stick out like a piece of gold in dirt, and he didn’t need that attention. So at the moment he was using a perfect transformation technique, appearing like just another less fortunate member of the village. Slightly dirty shirt, a cap on his head... a face just generic enough not to stick out. Often times it helped just to walk around these parts to start hearing some rumors...if you listened closely enough you could find out quite interesting things.

This time however, something happened which didn’t require a particular keen mind to notice. Quite a crowd gather around a certain man, probably he was giving away things. As he approached closer, it seemed someone else caught wind of the situation. Some roughhousing mobster and a group of goons wanting to push their weight around. Haru approached cautiously, in case the generous one would need help. It seemed though that today they bit of a bit more than they could chew. Hearing the voice of the generous man he recognized a fellow Sunan Shinobi. One he saw drink himself to sleep...and then later on aim a ferocious attack at Magnetica. A strange contrast...still, he was pretty sure the Shinobi would handle a few goons, so he remained calm as he observed the situation, focusing on the leader himself. After all, he could have the instinct to flee relatively soon...

As he watched the men, he noticed him fiddle with his pocket to pick something out of it. Something with buttons. If his suspicions were correct, it would seem his fellow Shinobi might just be needing more help after all. As the man held onto the button, Haru would approached him with great speed, grasping his hand while asking "What other tricks do you have under your sleeve, boss-man?" loud enough for those around to hear. It was mostly for confusions sake then anything, hoping the goons would be distracted so that Koga could handle them quick. Still, he would let the crime lord know he was meaning business. While a Jutsu specialist, Haru wasn’t lacking in strength as he held the mobsters arm in a rather tight grip. Would give him a moment to look at the device, unless something happened along the way.

Mft, Wc= 680
 
The goons began to circle Koga intently trying to put pressure on him. They were spooked enough to be cautious and try out a formation. However they were nowhere near strong enough for this encounter. It also didn't help when the boss of the group decided he would call for reinforcements. A deep sigh left Koga's lips as he had more to contemplate while every "bone" in his body wanted their blood spilled he would not kill another Sunan Citizen unless there was no other choice. Especially these people so much weaker than him. Before he could get positioned in a stance to begin taking them down someone grasped the hand of the boss. He was definitely not a thug of the group nor was he normal as his speed was far above that of the average person.

The interest in the new character rose high but the current task at hand was still these four goons surrounding him. On the upside of this situation they were more distracted by the sudden appearance of another than Koga was which meant an opening. In a swift motion the bones in his hands would break through his skin coating them in steel like bones. However his gloves did well to conceal that transformation. He would strike out at the goons hitting them in vital points with precise Taijutsu. One would be hit in the neck, another in the temple, and another in the sternum. Three down like clockwork and one left to watch the assault. Koga would cock his neck staring down the last thug before speaking calmly. "Well would you look at that I guess no one has to die. Try my patience any further and that might have to change. Go on now run and tell the others that the Sunan Shinobi are reclaiming these slums permanently."

He'd stash the bone knife back on his hip and would walk to the boss who was now being held firmly in place. "Really a radio? You'd dare call some more people to attack a Sunan Shinobi, do you want to die? Or would you rather lose all your riches and be food for those in the obsidian palace?" Koga would shake his head and remove his cloak and then set down his bag. Without much time to prepare for these reinforcements he'd unleash the Mystic Transmutation and push bones throughout his body. These metallic like bones covered his chest, abdomen, knees, feet, arms, hands, and neck. It wasn't the full armor like what he used against Magnetica but it was a deep fusion with his weapon. Something that would endow him with greater strength. The sunan's attention would turn to any lingering souls in the crowd, "Disperse and leave now or risk being a target. Get to safety, (turning to Haru) Thanks stranger if you're a shinobi too I say you prepare who knows how many idiots this guy has on his payroll. Money can do some sick things..."
 
The crime boss wasn't prepared for a second ninja to appear. Before he could blink, his hand was ripped from his pocket to show the pager. It mattered little at this point because the alert was already sent out. Though, if Harupia or Koga happened to break it, there would still be a chance that Zenichi wouldn't make it there before the gps signal was lost. As he stood there, looking at his henchmen scramble towards safety, he wondered if his ninja-for-hire would be effective in this situation. Against one shinobi, the odds were even. Against two would make him the underdog in any fight. The crime boss didn't care either way. Once the fighting started, he would move to safety himself and watch the fight. Maybe if he was lucky, Zenichi would kill the first trouble maker but be killed by the second. Making payments for services rendered not necessary.

A smile came across his face as Zenichi landed behind him, a small quake shook the ground upon his feet hitting the ground. Zenichi was cloaked in rags and loose fitting clothes. If someone was familiar with the old Sandwalker Garbs, they would recognize what his wardrobe used to be at one time. These were tangled and well worn through the years. Several upgrades in material, functions, and color has happened over the years on the current type making his more than obsolete. You called?

But before an answer could escape the crime bosses smurky scowl, he saw Harupia and Koga laying in wait. Their stances and mannerisms showed that they weren't surpirsed by his entrance. If anything, they were mentally and physically prepping themselves for it. Zenichi knew they were more than simple street thugs looking for more terrain to call their own. A Suna headband on one of them validated his insight. Zenichi had to size up the situation before going up against one of Sousuke's troops. While he was paid well to provide protection, he also knew he wouldn't cause the Steward to become an enemy for the wages the crime boss was paying him. That's not to say there wasn't a price for such treachery.

When I was a kid, I loved to use a piece of broken glass to intensify the sun's rays to a single point, burning ants and other insects. Is that how it feels to you when you pick on petty thugs and street trash like these guys? You are a machine created for violence. All of these guys together couldn't give you or I any kind of challenge. But yet, here you are, picking fights.

The Crime boss turned red with anger. He didn't pay this guy to spew sociological garbage, he paid him to be a heavy hitter and so far, he wasn't getting his moneys worth.
 
Hmm... the device didn’t seem to do much rather then blink. The only thing he could think of that could help the mobster now was reinforcements. A one way radio device... This would probably get a bit tedious, but he could safely assume stopping the device now wouldn’t stop the cavalry from coming. Still, with a gentle kick he would rise a small Sand tendril which would snatch away the device from the man's hand, Haru pressing his grip just a bit tighter to make sure he wouldn’t hold onto it, and then had the tendril burrow back into the ground while saying "You might get that once this is over...If you act nicely now". By the time that transpired, Koga had dealt with the henchman, making a comment about the radio itself. It seemed to be more of an annoyance to him then anything...though the annoyance of someone making such bold claims was not to be trifled with. Funny how Harupia was just thinking about how they lost the Palais in the first place... if more people, him included, had that resolve faster.

After he addressed the crowd and him, he said quickly in a more casual tone "That it can. But with how you look, I think they would need to be paid a really large sum to actually stand and fight." He didn’t quite get a good look of him during the fight against Magnetic...but the transformation he performed was impressive, if intimidating. This was a technique he had never seen before...though he did hear stories and read accounts of old talking about his clan combating ones who could turn their own bones into weapons... He didn’t have much time to pounder as the cavalry finally arrived...though in reality it was more like a spec ops unit. One could underestimate a younger man in tattered cloths...just as one might underestimate Haru in his current guise. And besides, the Shinobi here was a familiar face...though not as familiar as he truly wanted. Zenichi... a mysterious blemish on his mantle. What a blessing in disguise.

After the new arrival finished his little speech, Harupia let go of the mobster now, turning to face the newcomer. He would say in a mostly calm tone "Bold words for someone who I’ve last seen having trouble passing a chakra nature test..." before he was enveloped in a poof of smoke. Soon after, the disguise was doped of, the Sunan robes dangling gently as Harupia revealed his true face. Nodding quickly to Koga in a more proper greeting, he spoke back to Zenichi "Though I guess your stint in my class was just a ruse wasn’t it? Either that or you simply feel the academy just doesn’t cut it for you... As for you question, I wouldn’t call people like this trash...rather bacteria" he spoke jerking his head towards the mobster. He wondered if he would stay to watch his hired muscle fight or if he would turn tail. Regardless, he would speak on:

"They come her to feed on the weaker, consumed by their own greed, with little regard for the life or wellbeing of other's. We know that we can squash them easily...and they should know to. And yet the criminals here run rampant, and think its ok to try and roughhouse someone for an act of generosity. I am not here picking fights, I’m here to show that the village cares for the just, and has nothing but contempt for the criminal scum." A small gesture, on step...but at least it was something done. He could only imagine weather the crowd that might still be listening felt grateful for his words or felt rage at what the Shinobi of the village allowed to happen. Still, he had another thing to settle at this moment "And here you are, Zenichi, ready to do the biding of the "Street Trash" as you call them. Don’t you feel shame working for someone who picks on the even less fortunate? What are you even doing here?"

Mft, Wc= 672
 
The other shinobi made light of the situation. Not that Koga was worried about any goon who was willing to go toe to toe with them. Most of them weren't real threats and those that were could probably be dealt with. If things got too out of hand he was sure he could survive long enough for reinforcements to come. Surviving was a natural talent of his one that he could not diminish even if he wanted to. "Yes I'm sure they'd have trouble mustering up the courage to fight me, but I'm not worried about me. I'm worried for the civilians that could get caught up in the crossfire." Koga had gotten more vocal as of late. His style was more brutal in a way to fit his awakened lineage. However he still was pleasant even to scum who were Sunan citizens as long as they hadn't dealt any major harm. He didn't even know this crime boss so he figured either he was very low on a totem pole or good enough to stay under the radar. Based on the current situation he assumed the totem pole was the correct way to go.

Before things got any further a man finally appeared carrying himself in tattered clothing. His entrance was unnecessarily flashy using force to cause a small quake. Some more of the stragglers scattered yet Koga and his new friend stood firm waiting for more than a simple show of his power. He would speak to the boss before turning his attention to the pair. The kid immediately spouting nonsense about relating burning ants to picking fights with thugs. A piece of Koga became slightly annoyed as he was this would turn into a psychological discussion of right and wrong. Even worse he was hiding behind the money of scum who bullies those on these streets everyday. Yet before he could let his tongue loose the ragged shinobi spoke up first. There was a puff of smoke along with his speech revealing him to be someone far more well kept and better attire. He also turned out to be someone that was met briefly. "Hey my drinking buddy...", Koga would mutter under his breath as he nodded back to greet Haru.

Haru's words were true and noble. They spoke volumes of the type of man he was and this was something the Ikoji could get behind. The bone warrior would clap his hands making rough sounds as he walked closer to the newcomer. "Well said Haru, in fact I couldn't have said them better myself. As I told your new boss earlier Sunan Shinobis are taking back these parts of town permanently. I, Ikoji Koga's new goal is to rid Suna of this injustice that the other shinobi let slide by. The war on crime will probably never end, but that doesn't mean I have to idly sit by and watch people suffer. Whether it be from a lack of attention from our government or an oppressive reign from people like him. Furthermore what you call picking fights I call defending and making a point. I'm not just going to let some goons beat up on me because I can take them with my eyes closed. Since they wanted a fight I gave it to them. Maybe next time I'm giving medicine and supplies to those who don't have any they won't try to muscle in and take what doesn't belong to them." He'd relax his stance more, but the bones would stay covering certain parts of his body. On the outside this is what they would see but even as they spoke he was hardening the bone underneath his skin as well. Who knows maybe this guy would try to attack or maybe he'd back down after realizing he was in the presence of Suna Shinobi who meant well.

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The boss was fuming and formulating his own plot to get back at them. His hired help was doing nothing to get rid of them yet and his walkie talkie was gone. Muttering under his breath he'd say "They don't call me Boss Koshitsu for nothing...." He'd reach within his sleeve and scratch at his elbow. In secret he was clicking another button to call on some ex shinobi he had hired way back in the day. They were his A-Team and never to be called out unless necessary. In truth they weren't even "his" property but his boss's property. He was just another rung on the ladder but had the ability to signal for the big guns if he couldn't handle what was opposing him. Suna wouldn't miss two shinobi and he could always pin it on his merc if the guy got squeamish.

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Don't worry about the extra help at the moment. When the time for them to show up comes it'll be more for the plot. In the mean time let's keep the ball rolling. Thanks for the speedy responses guys.
 
Zenichi was glad to see that the Suna-nin's first reaction wasn't to fight him. It would have been fun if they had but it also meant that an unfortunate outcome would be possible for either party. While he was paid well for his protection, he wasn't paid enough for his life. He was even more surprised to see that Harupia was one of the defenders of the slums. Memories of a younger and more innocent young teenager flooded his mind as he thought of his first stealth mission of infiltrating the Suna academy and learning parts of their training lessons. Overplaying his hand, he purposely acted as if he didn't have a natural chakra affinity on the paper test. Arousing suspicion quickly, he barely escaped an interrogation but stuck to his story til the end. A small smile pursed his lips in memory of his shenanigans.

Hello there Faux-Sensai. It is fates wicked sense of humor that brought us together once again brought us together. I was once a ninja of Konoha and infiltrated the Suna academy to gain intel on its practices. It was a job in commission of another's political affairs. It is the same as it is now, I am offering my services to another's politics. It is the same as each of you do for the Steward and all above him. You have little say in the big picture, you have little say in what missions you are put on and if you venture to far off from their goals, you are marked a traitor.

I am simplistic enough to realize that my skills are for sale to anyone willing to pay. In fact, I have the ability to be more idealistic in my missions because I can pick which one I want and decline the one's I don't agree with on a moral level. Lucky for me, I agree with money 99% of the time so I've never had a conflict of morals.


As he said that, his employer seemed to be growing impatient with the talks. A man of action, he quickly called in more troops. Zenichi saw his paycheck slipping though his fingers and knew that more mercs would just lead to a lot of trouble for everyone. He had to act fast or things would get out of hand quickly.

All that being said, I am at a loss for how to proceed. While I do not want to fight either of you, I am paid to protect Boss man here. If you leave now, I'm sure he will let bygones be bygones. If you stay though, you will have to fight. While I won't attack you, I will defend these streets in which he lays claim to. I don't do subtle or fight with finesse. I am pure destruction and will cause hundreds of casualties with my power.

How about the three of us go grab some sake and ramen, leaving these thugs here to fight over who lays claim to this block? If they are removed, another will just fill the spot. You say it is not trash but bacteria. I counter once again and call them Viruses. Once a body has been invaded with a sickness, it is susceptible to any other virus quickly taking root. You can get rid the Boss here but unless you are going sit here and watch these streets day and night, the next plague will take over soon enough.
 
It seemed that Koga did remember their brief chat...begrudgingly. Hopefully after this they would have time to catch up a bit on that...though there was the situation in hand to deal with first. Still, it was good to see someone with a similar mindset to him...though he could feel a much shaper, more dangerous edge inside of his voice. And he had to sadly agree with the point that it was their fault things got to this point in the first place.

He was also quickly recognized by the person on the other side of their melee. His confession of the situation that happened in the past has left him a bit...dumbfounded to say the least. Scratching his head he said "Well then...the blunder of my first class seems even greater in perspective then...though I guess it was a blessing in disguise that you didn’t really have much more to report to the Land of the Leaf... and yet here you are now, acting as muscle for some local low-life criminal. Did you perhaps suffer because of straying away from your goal?" he asked rising his brow. Why was a Shinobi of Konoha back in the village. Was he such a master of disguise he sneaked into the village more than once? Did he ever leave? Was this part of the missions? Did he fail his superiors? Or was it... Harupia did hear rumors about strange happenings going on in the far away village, but you had to take the things you hear in Soon with a grain of Salt...

As he thought about the implications of his presence in the village he would turn to see the criminal boss was reaching for his elbow...under his shirt. The fact that he was doing that rather than trying to turn tail was him wanting to see a return in his investment...or using another device to call more backup. With a loud sigh he would say out loud towards him "I hoped you were sensible enough to run by now..." while a small clump of sand formed behind him. After his words Harupia used a Sand Cluster Attack, though the sand he used was shaped into a ring and was somewhat malleable, a bit like rubber. The attack would fly at the men's head, knocking him out most likely...or at least giving him a headache big enough not to cause problems.

After Zenichi finished his piece he said "I think you are wise enough to know that any claims made by any mobster here, or in any other place really, have very little importance. Which means you are either starved for money, or have some other agenda... Still, you are correct to claim a fight between could turn into quite a mess...assuming of course you would be able to unleash you destructive powers while you’re limbs are being compressed under an mounds of Sand... and trust me, there is a lot of sand for me to use. Also I’m not here to talk about semantics...people like these criminal are scum. A problem some of us have neglected, but never forgot. Sunan Shinobi are here, watching constantly. It could be me making you sink in the floor. It could be my companion here smacking you with his fists. It’s simply time to remind those who prey on the weak that there are people stronger than them..."

He took a deep breath, calming himself, before letting out a bit of a chuckle "Such grandiose statements I’m making...it’ll be hard to live up to them in one night. The facts are, you are probably the biggest threat we can face this evening. If drink and food will be enough to appease you destructive power, I think it is a fair trade... What do you say Koga?" he concluded turning to his fellow Shinobi. He wasn’t sure how thirsty for blood he was, though he seemed to not be focused on that too much. As for any thugs which may come, the boss wasn’t the only one with a radio... a group of Chunin would be enough to appease any trouble they might try to make. Not the best solution...but even Suna wasn’t built in a day.

Mft, WC=701
 
"Do you believe the things that come from your mouth?" Koga would ask very bluntly of the rogue merc in front of them. "Do you honestly think you can threaten us by other's deaths and simply walk away from it? Screw your task to boss man if you even have a shred of decency then you'll get back. If you're only following your coin then how do you possibly plan on collecting from a dead man?" He would extend his arm flicking his palm as a bone would extend from him. Everything in Koga pointed to killing the boss man on the spot and putting this miserable wretch out of his misery and this misguided guard's face in the dirt. Yet Haru's actions probably spared the boss man's life. He saw a weak and defenseless man on the ground unconscious and unmoving. With a large sigh he would toss the bone spire next to the man so when he awoke he had an understanding that his life was spared. Koga would turn and stare at the mercenary who knew nothing but money.

"Fine we can go for sake and ramen but he's paying. I'll be damned if I get a lecture spouted at me by someone who only values money and they not shell out some of their well revered dough." Koga would chuckle as he began to walk away from the scene. However he would sna his fingers stopping himself leaving. The burlap sack which he'd brought was now on the ground unattended. In a booming tone he'd yell into the streets of the slums. "Hey! Listen up, people of the slums. This man is yours to do what you see fit. He's one of the many unsavories who'd been oppressing you and now you see he's nothing more than a man. Strip him, rob him, kill him, or let him lay untouched the choice is yours. Know that you have the strength to overcome men, scum like this. That sack has medicine and tools within. Take what you need and share with your neighbors. That's the only way you can really build a better community." Koga would turn on his heel again leading the way to a bar he knew of.

He'd hastily rush ahead of the group angry that he didn't exact his sort of justice but he could only hope his words could reach the masses and instill some type of courage. This bar that they eventually would come to was called "Rudy's Pit" and a dump it was but upon entering all they found were friendly folks. People who seemed unsavory but were good folk overall. Four men in the corner were playing cards, a lesbian couple playing pool to the far right, and three people (one man, two women) at the actual bar. There was one waitress moving around the place tidying the ten small tables this joint owned. The four booths lined up were already spotless so Koga would take a seat at one awaiting the other three to show up. Without much hesitation the cleaning waitress would approach them with glee.

"Welcome to Rudy's! What can I get you to drink today?" She was young, brown hair, tanned skin, and light green eyes. Her hair was jet black but long and had plenty of shine. She had splendid curves accompanied by a splendid smile, accenting her beauty. Koga would smile at the woman as she asked them what they wanted. "Oh wow you're a pretty one ... Can I get Choco Whiskey. (Turning to the others) Great stuff, whiskey mixed with chocolate? Who thought of this drunken cavity?"
 
Zenichi was starting to get antsy. First Harupia was going on about tearing his arms off with Sand and Koga definetly had a gleam for killing in his eyes. He was reminded of the fights on Suna's sandy floor when a familiar thrill started to course through his veins. Goosebumps rose their tiny prickly hairs in anticipation. It was only respect for Suna and sheer will power that kept him from starting a fight just for fun. When Harupin went to attack the crime boss, he was instantly forced to make a decision. If he fought these two, he may never leave Suna. It was for certain that he could never return if he lived through it. But as a counterpoint, he lived by a code the proved his services weren't just for sale when it was easy money. Unsure on which way to proceed, he decided to buy himself some time.

As Harupin's sand was forming a lump of sand behind him, Zenichi use Stunt Double mixed with one of his own explosive clones in place of the crime boss. It was a sneaky move though could start a deadly battle in the slums but it protected his interest. It saved the bosses life so he can pay up while it left a large bomb right close to the action. Zenichi saw a flicker of movement in Koga's attitude as if he would attack it. The surprise one simple hand sign would give him was almost of comedic value.

Luckily for the three ninja and half the slums inhabitants, reason won out over ambition this day. Harupia was the first to accept the offer for a truce over drinks with Koga soon to follow. He smiled a bit as he saw the crime boss running away into a building behind the two. He followed the two to Rudy's, half weary that it may be a trap to lure him near village ANBU or a couple of no-neck friends. A sigh of relief exited his lips as he entered the busy tavern and saw Koga order a drink.

Make that 3 Choco Whiskey's and start a tab for me. Zenichi gave a boyish smile that gave insight to a possible innocent boy that he could have grown up to be. He pulled out a 100 and told her that was just her gratuity.

Just to show there's no hard feeling, drinks are on the Crime Boss tonight. At least they will be once I collect my payment. Until then, I'll just dip into my pocket and offer a toast.

A shot of liquid courage for our wonderful wives, and beautiful girlfriends. May they never meet.
 
Things were getting a bit to heated for his own liking. Koga seemed to be much more...adamant about riding the streets of the filth. Both Him and Zenichi made moves towards the boss as he attack flew to stun the man. Yet in the end, both actions proved to be harmless, Zenichi protecting his current boss, and Koga deciding not to draw blood tonight. Hmm... it seemed his new quittance had a bigger this for blood then him...or perhaps he had a resolve strong enough to do the things which might have been necessary. Did a men like the boss deserve to live? Could they ensure the cities would be safe from people like him all the time? Still, in his parting speech to the ones still watching them, he seemed to have hope in his heart for a more peaceful existence...or at least in the power of the people to fight for their own safety. Who was right in this whole debacle...was anyone right at all?

He was silent on their way as Koga led them to a place, a bit lost in his thoughts. Plus, the situation was still a bit tense. As they entered the Pit he had to say it wasn’t as bad as he'd imagine a place here. He was in a much worse place once... the patrons were calm, and the staff was...quite nice as well. He smiled at the attires as well, though he didn’t say anything not to fluster her to much, and then listened to both of them talk. Zenichi seemed quite... different now. Relaxed, friendly even. Perhaps the earlier moments were him just plying tough, posturing up? He looked relatively young, enough to fool him in the role of a student... And yet, he probably went through so much in his life already, jading his viewpoint ...or that could have been a mere act. Ehh...all this options, like paint on a canvas.

After Zenichi called his cheer he chuckled a bit before saying "Trying to play tricks on a women is sometimes a much more dangerous endeavor then fighting a Shinobi...and if you try to play a Kunochi, then you better have a good plan of escape. And it’s a generous offer, putting the money into...a relatively good cause. Its not to bad to ahve a drink from time to time, hehe. I'm glad we managed to settle everything without a fight... Still...I can’t help but be confused as to why you decided to work form someone like that. Was a minor crime really the most lucrative client you could find here?" he asked, rising a brow in curiosity. Of course, he was wondering if there wasn’t some other agenda behind his staying here... But he'd try his luck in a more causal talk. when it came to interrogating, he was not the best men for that job.
 
As the waitress left to get their drinks Koga took note of the subtle change in Zenichi's face. His talent was impressive but for him to interfere with Koga and Harpuia's moves wouldn't be the best course of action had it been a true mission from the village. Even so killing a man in cold blood in the middle of the street still wouldn't have looked good on their part. It was a bloody justice, and not one that had to be administered.The younger one would smile lightly bringing the question of this assumed thug's age and desire. A soft smile doesn't change the possibility for the killer within. Warriors never forget that much. I wonder if this is a ruse and he's waiting for an opening or if this is his normal behavior. I'll have to keep my guard up.

Harpuia was proving himself to be a great warrior in the midst of any danger. He proved himself during that metal witch's attack and his sand control was showing the possibility of how much power one person could truly have. The regal Sunaku would give some pointers to the group about staying on the good side of women. "Luckily I don't have a woman. I rarely look for any of them, not that my job gives much freedom to that." Koga's mind traveled back to one of his earlier missions, that of the snake men in Suna. A lot of weird things had been happening and the few missions he had he as of late he paid no mind to. Between the stress of the curse and the change in the village defenses he barely had time to focus on his family.

Harpuia would ask the young warrior about why he was working for Boss Koshitsu. Koga had also wondered himself why the young one had only limited himself to such a weak boss in the area. "Not that I care to pry but why were you working for a crappy crime boss? You could have been working anywhere else like the diamond district as a bodyguard? If your talents are as powerful as you think to take on two Suna shinobi, then I'm sure you could have showcased them to some powerful men. Not that slob.... *sigh* You know my clan had a bout of being mercenary and we'd work for anyone but one of our clan heads slaughtered the men they were working for. Found them harboring slaves, and our clan wasn't going to stand for it. I'm not one to chastise but you could do better is all we're saying. I get it though money must be tight. Ever thought about becoming a shinobi?
 
... Still...I can’t help but be confused as to why you decided to work form someone like that. Was a minor crime really the most lucrative client you could find here?" Not that I care to pry but why were you working for a crappy crime boss?

Questions flew once their tongues were loosened a bit with alcohol. Zenichi figured such a basic question would be asked early on. His personal philosophy was complex and had many variations depending on varying circumstances. He would attempt to answer in the best way he could.

I have spied and fought for a nation. I have followed the politics of Konoha blindly, never seeing the big picture of what they want to achieve. I was merely a pawn in their games, an expendable piece. I have enough money to love off of meagerly for the rest of my life. What I don't have it an outlet for the war mentality that the shinobi corps instilled in me. Furthermore, I grew up on these streets. I've seen guys like this a thousand times. They a simple and want simple things. I make as much working for them as I do going on suicide missions. I don't have to worry about what nation may catch me and eventually kill me after a painful interrogation that could take an eternity. All I have to worry about is these lowlifes trying to run out on their debt to me. In the end though, the money means little. Sometimes I find an employer so vile that I secretly hope they try to double cross me so I can kill them. But since I am for hire, my politics isn't part of the package. Unless they are doing something so low that I can't overlook it, I am just hired muscle. I didn't build their empire and I won't be there when it falls. I am just there to get a piece while it's there.

Plus, I would make a horrible family man so what else would I do?

[ooc, I'm so sorry, It's been a long work week and I have been too slow in my response.]
 
Haru remained quite as the other two spoke, though he rose a brow At Koga's final question about Zenichi being a Shinobi. They did discuss how he was tasked by Konoha to spy on the academy, didn’t they. Hmm...regardless, he took a sip of the drink as Zenichi shared their reasoning with them. It was a bit of a weird situation, two Shinobi of different villages having a drink together. Though it seemed that Zenich had gone rouge at some point... not a life Harupia wished to ever experience. Though if one had a thirst for blood, perhaps being a prime target for other's was a good way to sedate it. Also, did he really mention rising up in THESE streets? Just how much did this young one move around in the world?

After he spoke he took another sip of his drink before saying "It’s a strange world we live in...here we are, born and raised to be Shinobi. Assassins, saboteurs, people doing someone dirty work. We have the power to command and shape the world around us, be it in our blood, or by years of training. We of course get paid well...though I think I’ll have to be careful with pricing if a slum thug can afford a suicide mission fee" he stopped to chuckle gently" Anyways, my point is, here we have this people trained to fight and kill, living under one village. And we don’t seem to be intent on getting rid of each other, yearning for a fight. We talk, laugh, drink...very nice drink here by the way...

He let out a bit of a sigh before saying "I’m sorry for this tangent. It’s just, no one wants us shinobi to lash out and start killing people randomly, and yet often time I hear that I’m to "soft". During my earlier years my teameats would poke fun at my sketching or sculpting, or the fact I tried not to outright kill my opponents. And in spite of this "weakness of my" here I am, a rather respectful Shinobi of the village if I do say so myself...while some of them were not as lucky..." he paused for a bit, flashes of a past task going through his eyes...A memory he learned to cope with by now...to an extent.

After a bit he said "I just want to say, I’m not drunk or anything, I just...I tend to go on talking unless stopped. My point here is... I know it’s hard to find direction sometimes Zenichi. And you seem to be drifting somewhat. And for me, having something on the sides, my friends, my creations, teaching in the academy...it helps me calm myself. Not think about how I’m supposed to be an upstanding citizen and a merciless killer a second later. Perhaps it’s just my being optimistically delusional... Everyone has to find a way for themselves. I think mine is quite enjoyable." he concluded, giving the gather folk a somewhat silly grin.
 
Zenichi listened to Harupia speak of his ideals and how he lived his ninja-way. He knew several people like him back in Leaf and never thought of them as Soft. They simply put a value on life higher than anything else. Zenichi wished he could learn such a trait but unfortunately, he was exposed to the underbelly of the dragon at a young age, and couldn't see things differently.

I think that your ideals make you a better person and I am quite envious of them. I work the darker side of these streets because I was raised in the same environment, just named differently in Konoha. Leaders, Warriors, Crime Lords, and Peasants lives are only valuable when they are a commodity. Whenever someones is more valuable dead than alive, they will cease to exist unless they can fight. I am nothing more than sword that anyone can use, at a price of course.

I once had a mother. She was a prostitute that decided to have a child because of her guilt for not keeping countless others. Her affection for me wore off before her breast went dry. I learned life by watching her door being open for the most influential and the meek. The only thing that mattered was money in her bedroom and those who visited only cared for her a matter of minutes. That is why I have become a prostitute myself. But my sex deals in blood and death. And it doesn't come cheap.
 
As nice as it was to be complimented, Haru couldn’t help but feel a bit distressed by the story of the young men before him. Though he only could assume how young he was, but that was mostly irrelevant. It was strange to see someone so disillusioned about the world and how it worked and yet appreciating someone who wasn’t...He could be simply envious of these people, or just playing around with him, telling him what he wanted to hear...wouldn’t be a first time for Zenich, hehe. Perhaps a drink with a Shinobi you aren’t quite sure of wasn’t the wisest idea...

With a small sigh he took another swig of his drink as he said "I’m sorry to hear about your mother... I guess it’s much simpler for someone like me to be a cheerful individual, having a somewhat balanced upbringing...after you deal with the expectations your parents cast on you. Training day by day ever since I was...well, a big enough kid to train really. Its surprising how our childhood can reflect out whole life...we grow to be independent and self-reliant, but still... " with a sigh, he looked the man on the other side in the eyes as he continued speaking "You are a curious individual...you say how the village raised you and molded you into what you are now, and yet you decided to abandon them. Assuming this isn’t some clever ruse to infiltrate our village or something, does a gutter thigh here really pay better than a Shinobi village? Or is that you wanted to be able to choose the clients of your services yourself, rather than just hound the people you are pointed at."

(I know its been a very long time, but Im glad to see you want to carry on with the thread...assuming you do. if you'd rather wrap it up then I can do that as well. But either way thanks for not just poofing out if it :)
 
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