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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.
Current Ninpocho Time:
Reactivation/OCR
- Thread starter Rakujo Reika
- Start date
Old Character Name: Rakujo Yumeko
Old Village/Missing: Missing
OCR Type: Retire?
Last Known Where-abouts: Kumogakure
Old IC Rank: Chuunin
New Character Name: Rakujo Reika
Preferred Username: Rakujo Reika
New Village/Missing: Mercenary
New BL/CA: Toujigikou
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 35
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Character's Physical Description:
Rakujo Reika carries herself with a quiet grace that hints at both agility and purpose. Her frame is athletic yet slightly curvier, giving her a presence that is both strong and subtly feminine. She moves with the precision of someone trained for combat and travel, yet her form reflects a life of adaptability rather than rigid minimalism. Even when standing still, there is a sense of measured readiness, as though she could act decisively at any moment without a trace of hesitation or panic.
Her face is softly contoured, a gentle complement to the sharpness of her gaze. Her eyes are expressive, capable of conveying curiosity, intensity, or cold detachment depending on the situation, while her default expression is calm and thoughtful, often giving the impression that she is constantly evaluating the space and people around her. Her lips rarely curve into a smile, though when they do, it is fleeting and sincere, revealing a quiet warmth beneath her composed exterior.
Reika’s hair now falls well past her shoulders to mid-back, often worn loosely or tied back low to keep it out of her face during work or combat. Its muted dark ash-brown color catches the light differently depending on her surroundings, hinting at the nomadic adaptability of her clan. Occasionally, faint streaks of pigments, clay, or soot mark her strands—a subtle record of the environments she has passed through and the art she has created or destroyed.
Her most distinctive feature remains the pair of mouths embedded in the palms of her hands, which she keeps mostly hidden beneath fingerless gloves or cloth wraps. Though unsettling to those who glimpse them, Reika treats them as practical tools, extensions of her skill and creativity rather than curiosities or deformities. When revealed, the subtle movements of the mouths lend an eerie vitality to her hands, emphasizing the deliberate control she exerts over her work.
Her clothing is functional yet carries the subtle marks of a traveler and artisan. Layered, neutral-toned tunics and jackets paired with durable pants and boots allow for freedom of movement while providing protection. Small pouches and straps carry tools, pigments, and materials, arranged with quiet attention to practicality. Earth-toned accents—clay reds, muted grays, sandstone browns—reflect her artistic sensibilities without drawing unnecessary attention. She wears no village headband, but a subtle symbol of her clan is incorporated into her garments or accessories, a quiet signifier of her roots.
Overall, Reika gives the impression of someone who belongs everywhere and nowhere at once. She does not announce herself through flamboyance or intimidation, but her curvier, athletic form conveys a balance of strength and presence that leaves a lasting impression. Her calm composure, precise movements, and subtle aura of latent energy hint at the capability to shape and disrupt the world around her—always in fleeting, deliberate moments that leave both beauty and destruction behind.
Character's Mental Description:
Rakujo Reika is thoughtful, observant, and quietly intense. She experiences the world deeply but expresses herself selectively, favoring action and creation over explanation. Silence does not unsettle her; rather, it gives her space to think clearly and observe what others overlook. When she speaks, it is measured and deliberate, her words chosen with the same care she applies to everything she creates.
Her moral compass exists in a narrow space between heroism and moral ambiguity. Reika holds a strong aversion to cruelty for its own sake and feels an instinctive pull to protect civilians, travelers, and those who become collateral in conflicts they did not choose. At the same time, she is willing to accept morally questionable work if it aligns with her personal principles. Lethal force, when necessary, is applied without hesitation but never without reflection; she neither revels in it nor apologizes for it.
Art serves as Reika’s primary emotional language. She maintains a genuine appreciation for all forms of artistic expression, from sculpture and painting to architecture and performance. She is especially drawn to works that exist briefly and leave only memory behind, believing that beauty gains its value from impermanence. As she travels, she quietly collects small samples of materials and pigments from different lands, preserving moments rather than places, and treating them as reminders of experiences rather than trophies.
In social settings, Reika is polite yet reserved, keeping a careful distance until she finds shared understanding. She opens more readily when discussing craftsmanship, culture, or the philosophies behind creation. Rank, reputation, and political allegiance matter little to her; she places far greater value on skill, intent, and the choices a person makes when no one is watching. Nationalism and rigid authority inspire little trust, having proven too often to be convenient justifications for suffering.
When faced with conflict, Reika becomes calm and focused, approaching battle with a near-serene composure. She treats confrontation as a matter of timing, spacing, and rhythm, where each action must serve a purpose within the whole. Anger rarely surfaces, and even when she takes a life, it is done with solemn focus rather than malice. Afterward, she may linger briefly, not in celebration, but in quiet contemplation of what has passed.
Beneath her composed exterior lies an unresolved tension. Reika struggles between the desire for a peaceful, creative existence and a life that demands she make difficult, often irreversible choices. Her greatest fear is not death or failure, but numbness—the day when creation and destruction alike cease to move her. Until that moment comes, she continues to wander, guided by her principles and the belief that meaning is found in moments that cannot be repeated.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumeko-chuunin.23770/
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumekos-training.23789/
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumekos-dojo.23788/
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3600
ASP: 638
Old OOC Rank: S
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3600
ASP: 638
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
Swapping the following:
Chimera to Temporal Strider
Arcane Knowledge > World Standstill (Ability)
Genetic Implant > Chronostasis (Ability)
Mystical Replication (R2) > Rewind (B-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Radiant Aura (R2) > Fast Forward (B-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Sacrificial Rite (R2) > Favor of Time (A-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Avatar of Divinity (R1/M) > Broken Timeline (S-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Other Refunds: N/A
Name of any Contract you currently own:
N/A
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads?
N/A
Things that do NOT transfer with your next character: Following asp shop things are just there to remind myself mostly
Old Village/Missing: Missing
OCR Type: Retire?
Last Known Where-abouts: Kumogakure
Old IC Rank: Chuunin
New Character Name: Rakujo Reika
Preferred Username: Rakujo Reika
New Village/Missing: Mercenary
New BL/CA: Toujigikou
Custom Class:
Custom Class said:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 35
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Character's Physical Description:
Rakujo Reika carries herself with a quiet grace that hints at both agility and purpose. Her frame is athletic yet slightly curvier, giving her a presence that is both strong and subtly feminine. She moves with the precision of someone trained for combat and travel, yet her form reflects a life of adaptability rather than rigid minimalism. Even when standing still, there is a sense of measured readiness, as though she could act decisively at any moment without a trace of hesitation or panic.
Her face is softly contoured, a gentle complement to the sharpness of her gaze. Her eyes are expressive, capable of conveying curiosity, intensity, or cold detachment depending on the situation, while her default expression is calm and thoughtful, often giving the impression that she is constantly evaluating the space and people around her. Her lips rarely curve into a smile, though when they do, it is fleeting and sincere, revealing a quiet warmth beneath her composed exterior.
Reika’s hair now falls well past her shoulders to mid-back, often worn loosely or tied back low to keep it out of her face during work or combat. Its muted dark ash-brown color catches the light differently depending on her surroundings, hinting at the nomadic adaptability of her clan. Occasionally, faint streaks of pigments, clay, or soot mark her strands—a subtle record of the environments she has passed through and the art she has created or destroyed.
Her most distinctive feature remains the pair of mouths embedded in the palms of her hands, which she keeps mostly hidden beneath fingerless gloves or cloth wraps. Though unsettling to those who glimpse them, Reika treats them as practical tools, extensions of her skill and creativity rather than curiosities or deformities. When revealed, the subtle movements of the mouths lend an eerie vitality to her hands, emphasizing the deliberate control she exerts over her work.
Her clothing is functional yet carries the subtle marks of a traveler and artisan. Layered, neutral-toned tunics and jackets paired with durable pants and boots allow for freedom of movement while providing protection. Small pouches and straps carry tools, pigments, and materials, arranged with quiet attention to practicality. Earth-toned accents—clay reds, muted grays, sandstone browns—reflect her artistic sensibilities without drawing unnecessary attention. She wears no village headband, but a subtle symbol of her clan is incorporated into her garments or accessories, a quiet signifier of her roots.
Overall, Reika gives the impression of someone who belongs everywhere and nowhere at once. She does not announce herself through flamboyance or intimidation, but her curvier, athletic form conveys a balance of strength and presence that leaves a lasting impression. Her calm composure, precise movements, and subtle aura of latent energy hint at the capability to shape and disrupt the world around her—always in fleeting, deliberate moments that leave both beauty and destruction behind.
Character's Mental Description:
Rakujo Reika is thoughtful, observant, and quietly intense. She experiences the world deeply but expresses herself selectively, favoring action and creation over explanation. Silence does not unsettle her; rather, it gives her space to think clearly and observe what others overlook. When she speaks, it is measured and deliberate, her words chosen with the same care she applies to everything she creates.
Her moral compass exists in a narrow space between heroism and moral ambiguity. Reika holds a strong aversion to cruelty for its own sake and feels an instinctive pull to protect civilians, travelers, and those who become collateral in conflicts they did not choose. At the same time, she is willing to accept morally questionable work if it aligns with her personal principles. Lethal force, when necessary, is applied without hesitation but never without reflection; she neither revels in it nor apologizes for it.
Art serves as Reika’s primary emotional language. She maintains a genuine appreciation for all forms of artistic expression, from sculpture and painting to architecture and performance. She is especially drawn to works that exist briefly and leave only memory behind, believing that beauty gains its value from impermanence. As she travels, she quietly collects small samples of materials and pigments from different lands, preserving moments rather than places, and treating them as reminders of experiences rather than trophies.
In social settings, Reika is polite yet reserved, keeping a careful distance until she finds shared understanding. She opens more readily when discussing craftsmanship, culture, or the philosophies behind creation. Rank, reputation, and political allegiance matter little to her; she places far greater value on skill, intent, and the choices a person makes when no one is watching. Nationalism and rigid authority inspire little trust, having proven too often to be convenient justifications for suffering.
When faced with conflict, Reika becomes calm and focused, approaching battle with a near-serene composure. She treats confrontation as a matter of timing, spacing, and rhythm, where each action must serve a purpose within the whole. Anger rarely surfaces, and even when she takes a life, it is done with solemn focus rather than malice. Afterward, she may linger briefly, not in celebration, but in quiet contemplation of what has passed.
Beneath her composed exterior lies an unresolved tension. Reika struggles between the desire for a peaceful, creative existence and a life that demands she make difficult, often irreversible choices. Her greatest fear is not death or failure, but numbness—the day when creation and destruction alike cease to move her. Until that moment comes, she continues to wander, guided by her principles and the belief that meaning is found in moments that cannot be repeated.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
Rakujo Reika was born into a world shaped by a place she would never see.
Long before her birth, the Land of Water had changed irrevocably. Kirigakure—the village of mist—had once been described as a lush, tropical jewel nestled among warm seas and fertile islands, where dense greenery thrived beneath humid skies and mist curled gently along waterways rather than choking them. In clan stories, it was a place of beauty as much as brutality, alive with trade, artistry, and motion. By the time Reika came into the world, Kirigakure no longer existed. What remained was a frozen wasteland spoken of only in inherited memory, a land rendered uninhabitable by a catastrophe so complete that it erased not just a village, but an entire way of life.
For the Rakujo clan, Kirigakure was not merely history. It was origin.
Before the freeze, the clan’s main branch had lived within the Land of Water for generations. They were not leaders or nobles, but craftsmen, adaptable shinobi, and hired specialists who survived by remaining useful and unbound. In the humid climate of Kirigakure, the Rakujo became known for versatility—builders, escorts, scouts, and artisans who could shift roles as circumstances demanded. They learned to thrive in a land where beauty and cruelty coexisted, and where survival required discipline rather than sentiment.
The catastrophe itself was rarely described in detail. When elders spoke of it at all, the stories faltered, words trailing off as if language failed where memory grew too sharp. Survivors fled before the land was fully claimed by ice, scattering across nations. Some died during the exodus. Others settled far from the sea, abandoning old identities to survive. The Rakujo clan fractured, its members dispersing without ever reassembling into a single whole.
Reika grew up hearing these stories around campfires and temporary shelters.
They were not told to inspire longing, but understanding. From a young age, she learned that her clan’s nomadic existence was not tradition, but consequence. Movement was survival. Attachment to a place was risk. Home, she was taught, could vanish without warning.
She was born with the Toujigikō trait—mouths embedded in the palms of her hands—an inheritance that marked her early life with responsibility rather than awe. Within the Rakujo, this trait was treated practically. Elders taught her how to bind her hands, how to still involuntary movement, and how to regulate chakra flow long before she learned any offensive techniques. She was taught cleanliness, restraint, and awareness, drilled into her as matters of safety rather than morality.
Before she was taught to destroy, she was taught to hesitate.
Her upbringing lacked the structure of a village academy. Training came in fragments, shaped by whoever traveled with her at the time. One mentor emphasized the importance of chakra control and precision. Another focused on situational awareness and withdrawal. Survival skills were learned through necessity rather than drills. This uneven education forced Reika to adapt quickly, internalizing principles instead of relying on rigid forms. Art was constant. Reika was encouraged to sculpt, sketch, and construct—not as leisure, but as discipline. She gravitated toward art that did not last: sand formations erased by tide, clay sculptures meant to crumble, pigments that faded beneath sun and rain. These creations mirrored the stories of Kirigakure she had grown up with—beautiful, fleeting, and impossible to preserve.
As her control improved, she began training more seriously with explosive techniques. Early practice was deliberately constrained, focused on shaping small, precise detonations rather than raw force. She learned how subtle changes in composition or timing could drastically alter outcomes. Mistakes were rare, but memorable, reinforcing her belief that destruction without intent was failure rather than strength.
As adolescence gave way to early adulthood, Reika accepted her first independent contract.
It came too soon. The job was framed as simple protection—escorting a small group of traders through a border region where tensions had begun to spill into violence. The route was familiar, the pay modest, and nothing about the offer suggested it would be more than a test of competence. Confident in her preparation, Reika accepted without hesitation.
For several days, the journey passed quietly. She scouted ahead, avoided known danger routes, and relied on presence rather than force. She measured success in uneventful miles.
The ambush shattered that illusion.
Hostile shinobi struck from concealment, cutting off escape routes and scattering the traders in panic. Reika reacted on instinct, deploying her Toujigikou abilities outside controlled training for the first time. Her explosions disrupted the attackers, but they were imprecise—collapsing terrain, destroying cover, and turning the planned route into chaos.
During the initial exchange, a thrown weapon clipped her side, cutting deep enough to steal her breath and soak her clothing in blood. Adrenaline carried her forward despite the pain, and she continued to fight without fully registering how close the wound came to being fatal.
As the attackers pressed in, the world fractured. For an instant that stretched beyond reason, Reika perceived a separation between cause and consequence. Acting on instinct rather than understanding, she moved within that distorted span—repositioning herself and reshaping her next detonation mid-motion. When the world snapped back into alignment, the blast tore through the attackers exactly as intended.
The backlash caught her at the edge. She was thrown violently into the ground, pain exploding through her shoulder and upper torso as bone cracked and muscle tore. Strength drained from her arm instantly. Dizziness followed, along with a nauseating sense that her perception lagged behind her body.
The convoy survived, but not intact. Two traders were too injured to continue. Another was lost entirely during the chaos. Reika searched until blood loss and disorientation forced her to stop. The contract was deemed fulfilled, but the victory felt hollow.
She remained with the survivors longer than required, helping stabilize the wounded and guide them toward safer territory. Her own injuries worsened during that time. The wound along her side became infected, and the damage to her shoulder left her barely able to lift her arm. Healing took weeks. Full recovery took far longer. The deeper scars never fully faded.
For months afterward, sudden strain sent sharp reminders through her shoulder, and the memory of that fractured moment lingered uncomfortably in her thoughts. She learned firsthand that borrowing moments carried costs paid in blood and bone.
From that point forward, Reika changed. She became slower to accept work, more deliberate in assessing risk. She refined her explosive techniques obsessively, prioritizing control over impact. And she resolved never to rely on those distorted moments unless the alternative was worse.
As she matured, she began to notice that the fractured perception did not fade with time. Under intense focus or danger, thin separations between moments still appeared—spaces where the world seemed to hesitate. She learned to move within them sparingly, knowing the consequences that followed: exhaustion, disorientation, and lingering pain that no amount of rest fully erased.
Reika entered mercenary life fully formed by these lessons. She favored escort and defensive contracts, avoided indiscriminate destruction, and refused work that demanded clean endings. Her reputation grew quietly through reliability and restraint rather than spectacle.
Loss marked her life gradually. Clan members settled into quieter lives or vanished into the risks of mercenary work. Some died. Others simply stopped crossing her path. Reika learned to accept absence without resentment, understanding that impermanence was neither cruelty nor injustice—it was the nature of the world she inhabited.
Now, at thirty-five, Rakujo Reika continues to wander by choice.
Her explosive art and her strange relationship with fractured moments are governed by discipline rather than impulse. Those who know of her speak of precision, restraint, and an unsettling sense of timing that seems to bend encounters subtly in her favor.
Kirigakure remains what it has always been to her: a tropical village preserved only in stories, vibrant and alive in memory, and utterly unreachable. It is a reminder of what can be lost—and why she refuses to cling to permanence.
She walks forward carrying those stories, and her scars, shaping meaning from moments that cannot be reclaimed once they pass.
Even in moments of rest, Reika carries the echoes of all she has seen. She is often quiet, leaning against a tree or a wall, letting her gaze drift over her surroundings as if measuring them not only for danger but for fleeting beauty. A small sketchbook may lie open beside her, blank pages already carrying the faint impressions of hurried lines—fragments of clouds, the curve of a river, the angle of sunlight on stone. Few notice these details, but she remembers them all.
Her laughter is rare, sudden, and unpolished, the kind that surprises both listener and self. She collects small curiosities on her travels: a smooth stone warmed by the sun, a flower pressed between pages, a shard of pottery whose color reminds her of a place she has never known. These items are not trophies, but quiet anchors, reminders that impermanence does not negate beauty.
Even with the weight of scars, failed contracts, and memories of loss, Reika moves with a deliberate grace, each step measured, each decision tempered. She is a witness to moments both fragile and fleeting, shaping the world not with permanence, but with care and attention to the seconds she can hold.
Long before her birth, the Land of Water had changed irrevocably. Kirigakure—the village of mist—had once been described as a lush, tropical jewel nestled among warm seas and fertile islands, where dense greenery thrived beneath humid skies and mist curled gently along waterways rather than choking them. In clan stories, it was a place of beauty as much as brutality, alive with trade, artistry, and motion. By the time Reika came into the world, Kirigakure no longer existed. What remained was a frozen wasteland spoken of only in inherited memory, a land rendered uninhabitable by a catastrophe so complete that it erased not just a village, but an entire way of life.
For the Rakujo clan, Kirigakure was not merely history. It was origin.
Before the freeze, the clan’s main branch had lived within the Land of Water for generations. They were not leaders or nobles, but craftsmen, adaptable shinobi, and hired specialists who survived by remaining useful and unbound. In the humid climate of Kirigakure, the Rakujo became known for versatility—builders, escorts, scouts, and artisans who could shift roles as circumstances demanded. They learned to thrive in a land where beauty and cruelty coexisted, and where survival required discipline rather than sentiment.
The catastrophe itself was rarely described in detail. When elders spoke of it at all, the stories faltered, words trailing off as if language failed where memory grew too sharp. Survivors fled before the land was fully claimed by ice, scattering across nations. Some died during the exodus. Others settled far from the sea, abandoning old identities to survive. The Rakujo clan fractured, its members dispersing without ever reassembling into a single whole.
Reika grew up hearing these stories around campfires and temporary shelters.
They were not told to inspire longing, but understanding. From a young age, she learned that her clan’s nomadic existence was not tradition, but consequence. Movement was survival. Attachment to a place was risk. Home, she was taught, could vanish without warning.
She was born with the Toujigikō trait—mouths embedded in the palms of her hands—an inheritance that marked her early life with responsibility rather than awe. Within the Rakujo, this trait was treated practically. Elders taught her how to bind her hands, how to still involuntary movement, and how to regulate chakra flow long before she learned any offensive techniques. She was taught cleanliness, restraint, and awareness, drilled into her as matters of safety rather than morality.
Before she was taught to destroy, she was taught to hesitate.
Her upbringing lacked the structure of a village academy. Training came in fragments, shaped by whoever traveled with her at the time. One mentor emphasized the importance of chakra control and precision. Another focused on situational awareness and withdrawal. Survival skills were learned through necessity rather than drills. This uneven education forced Reika to adapt quickly, internalizing principles instead of relying on rigid forms. Art was constant. Reika was encouraged to sculpt, sketch, and construct—not as leisure, but as discipline. She gravitated toward art that did not last: sand formations erased by tide, clay sculptures meant to crumble, pigments that faded beneath sun and rain. These creations mirrored the stories of Kirigakure she had grown up with—beautiful, fleeting, and impossible to preserve.
As her control improved, she began training more seriously with explosive techniques. Early practice was deliberately constrained, focused on shaping small, precise detonations rather than raw force. She learned how subtle changes in composition or timing could drastically alter outcomes. Mistakes were rare, but memorable, reinforcing her belief that destruction without intent was failure rather than strength.
As adolescence gave way to early adulthood, Reika accepted her first independent contract.
It came too soon. The job was framed as simple protection—escorting a small group of traders through a border region where tensions had begun to spill into violence. The route was familiar, the pay modest, and nothing about the offer suggested it would be more than a test of competence. Confident in her preparation, Reika accepted without hesitation.
For several days, the journey passed quietly. She scouted ahead, avoided known danger routes, and relied on presence rather than force. She measured success in uneventful miles.
The ambush shattered that illusion.
Hostile shinobi struck from concealment, cutting off escape routes and scattering the traders in panic. Reika reacted on instinct, deploying her Toujigikou abilities outside controlled training for the first time. Her explosions disrupted the attackers, but they were imprecise—collapsing terrain, destroying cover, and turning the planned route into chaos.
During the initial exchange, a thrown weapon clipped her side, cutting deep enough to steal her breath and soak her clothing in blood. Adrenaline carried her forward despite the pain, and she continued to fight without fully registering how close the wound came to being fatal.
As the attackers pressed in, the world fractured. For an instant that stretched beyond reason, Reika perceived a separation between cause and consequence. Acting on instinct rather than understanding, she moved within that distorted span—repositioning herself and reshaping her next detonation mid-motion. When the world snapped back into alignment, the blast tore through the attackers exactly as intended.
The backlash caught her at the edge. She was thrown violently into the ground, pain exploding through her shoulder and upper torso as bone cracked and muscle tore. Strength drained from her arm instantly. Dizziness followed, along with a nauseating sense that her perception lagged behind her body.
The convoy survived, but not intact. Two traders were too injured to continue. Another was lost entirely during the chaos. Reika searched until blood loss and disorientation forced her to stop. The contract was deemed fulfilled, but the victory felt hollow.
She remained with the survivors longer than required, helping stabilize the wounded and guide them toward safer territory. Her own injuries worsened during that time. The wound along her side became infected, and the damage to her shoulder left her barely able to lift her arm. Healing took weeks. Full recovery took far longer. The deeper scars never fully faded.
For months afterward, sudden strain sent sharp reminders through her shoulder, and the memory of that fractured moment lingered uncomfortably in her thoughts. She learned firsthand that borrowing moments carried costs paid in blood and bone.
From that point forward, Reika changed. She became slower to accept work, more deliberate in assessing risk. She refined her explosive techniques obsessively, prioritizing control over impact. And she resolved never to rely on those distorted moments unless the alternative was worse.
As she matured, she began to notice that the fractured perception did not fade with time. Under intense focus or danger, thin separations between moments still appeared—spaces where the world seemed to hesitate. She learned to move within them sparingly, knowing the consequences that followed: exhaustion, disorientation, and lingering pain that no amount of rest fully erased.
Reika entered mercenary life fully formed by these lessons. She favored escort and defensive contracts, avoided indiscriminate destruction, and refused work that demanded clean endings. Her reputation grew quietly through reliability and restraint rather than spectacle.
Loss marked her life gradually. Clan members settled into quieter lives or vanished into the risks of mercenary work. Some died. Others simply stopped crossing her path. Reika learned to accept absence without resentment, understanding that impermanence was neither cruelty nor injustice—it was the nature of the world she inhabited.
Now, at thirty-five, Rakujo Reika continues to wander by choice.
Her explosive art and her strange relationship with fractured moments are governed by discipline rather than impulse. Those who know of her speak of precision, restraint, and an unsettling sense of timing that seems to bend encounters subtly in her favor.
Kirigakure remains what it has always been to her: a tropical village preserved only in stories, vibrant and alive in memory, and utterly unreachable. It is a reminder of what can be lost—and why she refuses to cling to permanence.
She walks forward carrying those stories, and her scars, shaping meaning from moments that cannot be reclaimed once they pass.
Even in moments of rest, Reika carries the echoes of all she has seen. She is often quiet, leaning against a tree or a wall, letting her gaze drift over her surroundings as if measuring them not only for danger but for fleeting beauty. A small sketchbook may lie open beside her, blank pages already carrying the faint impressions of hurried lines—fragments of clouds, the curve of a river, the angle of sunlight on stone. Few notice these details, but she remembers them all.
Her laughter is rare, sudden, and unpolished, the kind that surprises both listener and self. She collects small curiosities on her travels: a smooth stone warmed by the sun, a flower pressed between pages, a shard of pottery whose color reminds her of a place she has never known. These items are not trophies, but quiet anchors, reminders that impermanence does not negate beauty.
Even with the weight of scars, failed contracts, and memories of loss, Reika moves with a deliberate grace, each step measured, each decision tempered. She is a witness to moments both fragile and fleeting, shaping the world not with permanence, but with care and attention to the seconds she can hold.
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumeko-chuunin.23770/
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumekos-training.23789/
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/threads/rakujo-yumekos-dojo.23788/
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3600
ASP: 638
Old OOC Rank: S
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3600
ASP: 638
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
Non-Elemental Ninjutsu said:
Fire Ninjutsu said:
Water Jutsu said:
Lightning Ninjutsu said:
Wind Ninjutsu said:
Earth Ninjutsu said:
Explosion Ninjutsu said:
Poison Ninjutsu said:
Metal Ninjutsu said:
Slashing Taijutsu said:
Projectile Taijutsu said:
Buffing Taijutsu said:
Unarmed Taijutsu said:
E-Rank - 450
Deception
Favoritism
Wasteful
D-Rank - 1200
Trembling Music
Pained Expressions
Appreciation of Music
Gong
C-Rank - 3250
Sometimes Shouting Works
Deaf
Run It Back
Groans
Piercing Cry
B-Rank - 7500
Centralized
Death Chime
Prolong
Leak
Wither
Bass Drop
A-Rank - 12500
Devil's Whisper
Death's Anthem
Blank Slate
Radial Shock
Chakra Ravage
Auto-Tune
Deception
Favoritism
Wasteful
D-Rank - 1200
Trembling Music
Pained Expressions
Appreciation of Music
Gong
C-Rank - 3250
Sometimes Shouting Works
Deaf
Run It Back
Groans
Piercing Cry
B-Rank - 7500
Centralized
Death Chime
Prolong
Leak
Wither
Bass Drop
A-Rank - 12500
Devil's Whisper
Death's Anthem
Blank Slate
Radial Shock
Chakra Ravage
Auto-Tune
Swapping the following:
Chimera to Temporal Strider
Arcane Knowledge > World Standstill (Ability)
Genetic Implant > Chronostasis (Ability)
Mystical Replication (R2) > Rewind (B-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Radiant Aura (R2) > Fast Forward (B-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Sacrificial Rite (R2) > Favor of Time (A-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Avatar of Divinity (R1/M) > Broken Timeline (S-Rank Technique) (Mastered)
Other Refunds: N/A
Name of any Contract you currently own:
N/A
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads?
N/A
Things that do NOT transfer with your next character: Following asp shop things are just there to remind myself mostly
- +1 RP Slot (Carried over from Previous Character) - Bought as Daiki Hoshi
- +1 iNPC Slot (Carried over from Previous Character] - Bought as Daiki Hoshi (Pretty sure this doesn't exist anymore)
- +1 iNPC Slot - Bought as Rakujo Yumeko
- Harry Houdini Card - Bought as Rakujo Yumeko (Pretty sure this doesn't exist anymore either?)
- Class point card - Bought way back in the day
Lore here. Mist is +1.
Background is approved.
Only thing missing is the inventory situation, which will be handled in short time.
Background is approved.
Only thing missing is the inventory situation, which will be handled in short time.
Complete total, by my math, is: 1,461,150
You're fully approved to go! Get out there and Merc it up!
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