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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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Tsurara moved one its arms to the cup in front of Yukiin, lifting it and holding the substance in front of the student as the strings animating it were made into visible trails of ice by its controller. He held out a hand to be easily observed as he made a series of slow, deliberate, one-handed seals to direct the icy flow of chakra through his fingers, through the string, through the puppet, and finally into the cup where the contents released the shrill crystalline snap of ice as the cup shattered and the water hung in the ice, an ice block containing the leaf inside it suspended by two of Tsurara's claws.
"He makes it look simple, and you will require both hands, but the idea is the same, using a puppet and strings you can follow the motion - chakra originates from the body, fusing will and stamina into raw energy that is transported through your internal network, much like his strings, until they reach the target point and enact the effect. However, the key step is manifestation which, like the physical form of the puppet, is a barrier to entering the physical world - even if you can channel it properly if you can't push it out through the metaphysical into the physical then it accomplishes nothing. Its a flow and then a push, until you've mastered it and it all becomes just flow as reality becomes more flexible to your desire to impose new rules upon it.
Skin damage most likely, likely Katon or Raiton related as both elements could produce these types of burning effects, but if the student didn't want his insight then he wouldn't offer it and so long as his hands were functioning and he passed on the use of his medicinal offerings he wasn't in need of medical attention. Though Yukiin was well aware that if this was the result of employing raw chakra and having it emerge with an elemental tinge, something he was familiar with intimately, then the results of channeling the actual element intentionally would likely cause far more internal and external damage for an amateur. If he tried to push it out like he had before and lacked the finesse to ensure it left his skin before it was released then he suspected he'd probably fry his nervous system and lose feeling in his hands with Raiton or burn them into dysfunction with Katon.
He'd make a very crude bandage from ice and the torn hood from his puppet's cloak, Tsurara wouldn't mind as long as he replaced it afterward, sealing the bandaging in place with a thin frozen coating to hold the digits and his hand in a fixed position to avoid pain from moving it. Makeshift jutsu, to be certain, and he didn't know if freezing an injury in place was the best way to handle things, he wasn't a doctor after all, but it was working for the moment.
"He chose to apply the frost, it was a preservative choice to limit movement of damaged flesh and to prevent compounding the injury as these types of temperature are harmless to individuals of his heritage."
'This is nothing.'
'This is nothing.'
'This is nothing.'
The boy chanted to himself, the words reaching out to capture every stray scream before it left his mouth and he exhaled only the stream of chilled ice that he was beginning to think was an indicator of his temper...new as it was. He'd never been able to produce this much of the stuff that quickly, the air around him crystallizing as his breathing continued, heavy, deep, spreading the icy mist as his fingers clutched the weapon that had pierced him and without a sound from his lips, dragged himself back off of it. Moving the weapon might not be possible, it moved on its own and he couldn't find any strings on it, so that only left the option he employed as he fell backwards.
His feet caught him, stamping back onto the ground as he pressed a hand to his wound, threads of chakra spreading out like his strings to trace the injury before turning to ice and sealing the wound shut before anymore of his blood dotted the ground. The patchy repair of jagged red ice became visible as Yukiin took his hand away from it, eyes locked on the offending wielder.
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