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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Realistic Expectations [Medical Class]

Hase Aki

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It was 6:30 AM, bright and early in the morning. The call had gone out to the kids the night before that a look into the medical branch of the government was going to be available. It was going to be a rough class for them, but it would give them a real look into what it is to be a medic, and what it is to be the ninja a medic has to take care of. Her goal was two fold, to break any sort of mysticism and shiny feelings the kids had about being ninjas, and trying to focus on recruiting them to her side, without making them vomit or go insane. So she sat at the teachers desk and waited, there was a projector perched on the desk in front of hers, pointed at the white wall behind her. She would use it today, among some other things that she had hidden away at this moment. She sipped her coffee, and stared at her clip board, it had various information on it that she would speak on when everyone arrived. Unlike the photo above however, her face did not denote cheer, but rather a laxidasical boredom. She always looked that way, many people often thought she looked sad but in reality, it's just the way her face sat on her head.

As the students arrived, they would notice little name plates on desks, where they were to be seated. She liked a more orderly class room, and wasn't a big fan of the seat yourself paradigm as it leaned more toward who you liked to be next to, than it did anything else. This would remove the urge to spend half the class playing musical chairs. However, this also meant she knew who was going to arrive and probably had some information on them. Information was her bread and butter, and she had a front row seat to the bread bar, having access to any and all medical records and having enough pull to get extra info in other places within the village. She liked to stay informed, knowledge was power which meant she was almost always the most powerful one in the room.

"Be seated, we will begin shortly."

She spoke as each individual entered, waiting for the classes arrivals.

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Santaru Kaede

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Daenerisu arrives a few minutes early to class with her hair a mess and her clothes just thrown on. Her grandpa had to wake her up 5 times this morning to make sure she made it to this class. He felt that it would important for her to know the importance of the ninja medics. Maybe she could even learn some minor first aid skills to help with the numerous bumps, cuts, and bruises she managed to accumulate throughout the day. As she drags herself into the classroom, she manages to murmur out a proper greeting to the teacher with only most minimal amount of politeness to be acceptable. She may be half asleep, but her grandfather must have really drilled manners into her. She finds the desk with her name on it and takes a seat. She lets out a silent groan as she realizes that she was unfortunate enough to get stuck in the middle of the front row leaving her without any good windows to look out. Almost immediately, her head hits the desk and she decides to squeeze in a few last minutes of sleep while the others arrive for class.

Once all students have arrived, Daenerisu struggles, but manages, to lift her head and listen to the teacher's introduction to the class. She wipes away little bit of dried drool hangs to the side of her face and pushes her bangs out of her face.

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Shiren almost busted the door to the classroom down as he ran in just barely before the medical seminar was to begin, a heavy black coat billowing behind him as he slipped inside. He was quite used to waking up early with a family of shinobi to keep him on a training regimen whether he liked it or not, but having classes this early in the morning was something he had little experience with. He was in the middle of eating breakfast with his family when he remembered his class was literally ten minutes away...he was just thankful he managed to not be late.

He bowed to the teacher as he entered and offered a polite greeting, before finding his appointed desk and sitting down. The assigned seat thing was different...most teachers cared little about this kind of stuff. But apparently, this med-nin meant business when it came to teaching. He slipped a pencil and notepad out from somewhere underneath his coat, resting them on the desk in front of him and making notations on the top. He was perhaps a bit too excited for a class about something as menial and boring to a normal kid as medicine, but it was something he'd always wanted to learn a little bit about, mainly due to his odd talents as a budding psychic. Spirits were attracted to him; they spoke to him a lot, if only because Shiren always listened. And of all the ghosts he had seen and spoken to, the vast majority of them were incredibly sad. They had failed to do something while alive that they could only speak to him of in death, forcing them to stay on earth, discontent with themselves, and wandering lonely and broken inside. It was an admittedly strange reason to want to learn about this medical stuff...but seeing the deep dissatisfaction of those in the ethereal realm, keeping others alive and away from that sad state until they were fully ready was slowly becoming something he was more and more interested in. Though he never really saw himself in the medical branch proper, learning whatever life-saving techniques he could today would certainly help keep his mind at ease regarding the safety and aliveness/not-deadness of his fellow Konoha shinobi. And thus, he sat back in his chair while fiddling with his pencil, ready to pay rapt attention when the class began.

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Ryoku walked to class with a very brisk walk, huge smile on his face. This would be his first Ninja Academy class. He signed up for the first class available when he was accepted to the Academy due to his excitement. As he walked to class he imagined the awesome things medic ninjas could do. He pictured someone reattaching severed limbs and placing beating hearts into people. His thoughts may or may not be extreme, but he figured he’d be able to determine that from this class.

Due to his excitement, Ryoku didn’t even sleep so he arrived at his class very early. He didn’t want to seem too eager or awkwardly be the first one there, so he decided to take a lap around the academy. He walked relatively slow to drag hit out a bit more. While he walked he thought about his brother, Jun. He was much more thoughtful about the first class he signed up for. He knew for a fact that he wasn’t interested in Medical Ninjutsu, but Ryoku wasn’t so sure. He had yet to decide what focus he would take to study. He was hoping that this first class would help point him in the right direction, but more than anything he was hoping that this first class would give him another firsthand experience of an experienced shinobi in action.

He finished his lap. It was then that he saw someone hurry past him. He hadn’t seen any other classes scheduled this early so that could only mean.. “Oh no.”

Ryoku hurried after the other student and, sure enough, he led him straight to his class. He slowed down as he walked through the door and tried to hide his slight loss of breath from the teacher as he smiled and bowed to her. He noticed that there were names on the desks. He found his desk and sat in it, his excitement building up all over again. His expectations naturally high for his first experience as a Ninja-in-training. He patiently waited for class to begin with a huge smile on his face, typical for him when he reaches this level of excitement.

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Early mornings, a staple of shinobi life as Daisuke understood. He aimed to be up early every day without aid from his parents, they both had their careers to worry about and with the advent of Daisuke’s acceptance into the academy; the young boy decided now would be his time to grow up and accept responsibility for himself. He readied himself as normal into his signature plain top and trousers, their deep blue colouring brought out not only the icy tone of his irises but also the tattoo of the Minamoto clan insignia that sat prominently beneath his right eye. From there his morning routine was simple and efficient, within minutes breakfast was made for both himself and his parents. While they may have still been yet to get up, Daisuke knew that they would appreciate the extra effort he put in to help speed up their morning. After eating and cleaning away the blonde boy was soon out of the house with little more than a goodbye given to his parents, their encouraging words and kind looks gave the boy an inner warmth that he was to carry with him on the way to the academy.

The journey itself did not take long, it was a simple route after all and while the weather wasn’t exactly comfortable at this time of morning, Daisuke didn’t appear phased. Within moments he had made his way into the academy, passing both its gates and courtyard before stepping inside. A wave of warmth washed over the ten year old’s frame before he quickly acclimatised to the new temperature. Before heading further inside towards the classroom the Minamoto boy searched through his backpack before withdrawing a single notepad followed by two pens, a pencil and eraser. As usual he was to be prepared before entering his place of learning, something he hoped the higher ranking shinobi in the academy would notice.

Soon the academy student found himself outside the door to the classroom, seemingly the last student to enter the teacher’s domain. Despite the evident stress levels of some of his peers, Daisuke remained calm and collected. Each step he took inwards was calculated – almost unnecessarily so. As soon as the entirety of the classroom became visible to the young hsinobi-in training, his icy eyes darted around it’s interior, scanning not only the faces present but also the layout as well as potential entrances and exits to the room. This took all but a second and in the next moment Daisuke turned towards the teacher sat at the desk and gave a low, respectful bow before heading towards his allocated seat for this lesson. In truth he quite liked the order that was instilled on the class.

Once he was seated, the Minamoto boy placed his notebook and writing implements onto the desk. He appeared haphazard as he placed them down but upon any further inspection it would be noted that the equipment was almost pristine on the desk. With equipment down and at his designated area, Daisuke sat back, rather relaxed but still paying unwavering attention to his teacher and peers.

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