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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Regular Folks [Private/Sousuke]

It one of the stranger moments in his time spent with the Steward-Kage, Sousuke would actually remove the cigarette from his mouth, squash it and begin with a rant on the little object. "Yea I wasn't going to..." It did not even seem worth it once the man before him got his 'gears' rolling. Roku would simply smirk while nodding his head as Sousuke went on until something even stranger happened. The damned lunatic would then place a toothpick in his mouth. Now this was something that caught him off guard, it would have normally bugged him to no end but he was completely thrown off his game but what was transpiring.

Then came facts about the above ground followed by some form of well wishing. Roku, still mildly stunned, would speak, "Yea. Sounds good. Until then I suppose, boss-sama." And with that the odd leader of the village would make his way back into the bustling of the world around them. The toothpick within his mouth would move, from the corner of his mouth to the front of his mouth. The tiny item would then be spat out as his eyes would linger down at the little wooden device. "Well he sure is unique..." And with that a smirk would once more appear as his hands found their way into his pockets. Letting out a playful whistle he would make his way down one of the many sidewalks in the Grand Palais, looking for his next interesting and/or bizarre encounter.


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