Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy setting storyline set in the World of Ninjas where feudal daimyo, clans and ninja villages all wage war on each other for money, glory or for a common goal.

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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"I ask you, Universe... unfold your dark reality to me"​

There were many different forms of loss. Whether it was the loss of a pet, the loss of a loved one, or the loss of one's own life. The resulting hole in the heart of lost emotions was enough to drive most mad. There Umashi sat in one of the many shadowed parts of the Obsidian Ring. Justice simply wasn't a luxury that most could afford in this day and age and while Umashi could readily admit that fact, it didn't matter to him one bit that the truth was undeniably staring him in the face. Who would be the avenger for those who had lost their lives in all of the wars? Who would possibly care to hear their cries? Perhaps it wasn't left up to him but the next generation. That was the thought always present in Konoha at least. All of the old heads always just left the dawning of a new day to the youngsters who would come later in the day. Pondering under the dark guise of a scholarly type, Umashi closed his eyes and imagined a weapon that could break the chains of fate. At least something that could turn the wheel in another direction, if not backward then surely to the right or the left. A feeling in the darkness, the faint sound of a draft of wind ushering something greater, the words escaped his lips almost effortlessly. <B>"With blood and rage of crimson red . . .

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