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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Scrub, Scrub, Scrub [SSM Mission]

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It seemed that he had at least managed to get himself a job, the amount of red tape that was in front of all of that work was insane, but still, he managed to score a gig. At least something that could get him some food right now and maybe if he saved it right would last him long enough to be able to survive a few more months, after all, he had needed some new clothes, and since things had been stolen in the recent days for him, how hard would cleaning some ladies house actually be? As he sighed and walked down the streets the sunlight trying to creep in.

Looking at the note he had been given he turned his attention to one of the side streets and headed down it, it seemed that very few people were actually awake at this time of the day, but what could he actually expect it was bright and early and he had no way of getting work at normal times until he sorted himself out. He needed to try and actually make money, but after all, he had full knowledge that this task was going to be something meaningless and trivial. Such was the way of life and he had come to expect nothing less from anyone inside of the village now.

As he allowed himself to knock on the door, it opened to one of the older women as she looked at him, he could already see how much dirt he would actually have to scrub, but after said and done he still had a job to finish and he wouldn't just roll over and go back with empty pockets, after all, that was not what he had planned and right now he needed to make sure that the job got done, after hearing the woman of the house speak about going to do the daily shopping and she expected the house to be tidy by the time she got back he knew full well that right now he just had to get his hands dirty and roll up his sleeves and get to work, that was no big deal to him. It was just one of those things that he had to do.

AS the lady left he was alone in this small house, it was clear that he had managed to get a pretty easy job really, the flat was tiny and even he had to admit that he could probably do the work with his eyes closed, but he rolled up his sleeves instead and started on cleaning the flat from top to bottom. Making sure that he did the job as it was meant to be, looking around what would be considered to be a flat he allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he realized this woman was probably in no better situation than he was in, as he looked at pictures that he dusted down on the sides he saw in them a Shinobi, it seemed the two were considered a couple.

After a while he started to find things around the house, headbands, items that would have been used, pouches, even what would be considered an antique headset. It was clear he was gone, so she had lost just like him. As he looked at jewelry that she had placed around the room without a care in the world the thought of just taking it and running crossed his mind, it was worth more than the money he would be making from this mission but in his eyes, he knew full well that it was wrong, she was from the slums just like he was and taking her stuff would only cripple her more. As he finished with the living room and moved onto the kitchen he placed the thoughts of theft away. Instead of focusing on his own goals, what motivation he had inside of his mind.

As he kept himself locked away, thinking about the plans for the future and what he would do to progress, he knew full well that those plans would have to wait, he couldn't risk anything like this right now and even at his current position he was in it would be hard for him to be able to pull it off. He mumbled under his breath the water cascading off plates as he slowly washed them and put them on the drying rack. He had had a few experiences now but if this was what life was like as a Shinobi he might as well not bother and just go his own way.

It was the equivalent of a maid service at this point, and it was starting to get under his skin. Though the house needed to be refreshed and looked all the better for it, he understood that he really wasn't doing anything special in the grand scheme on things. In fact, all he was managing to do was make some old ladies' life a little bit better, and the old lady that had already known pain and suffering so what the hell was the point behind all of this. She may as well have given up, he found himself full of anger that the above would let people live like this. After years of service a back-end flat, dirty and with nothing to show for it. How was that fair Nobu wanted to know that.

As he finished the house his mind had kept him locked as a prisoner and made his anger bubble inside of him, he sighed as the door unlocked and the woman walked back in. She seemed to hold a tiny bag of groceries in her hand and stumbled in. It seemed that Nobu work here was done as the flat did shine from top to bottom, she could now enjoy the last few miserable days that she had in at least a tidy and clean home before someone else called it their grave as well. For Nobu this was just a vicious cycle that was spinning round and round. This was the life that they had come to accept. The life he was not going to live.

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