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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Shinigawa Otome - Dojo

Kaguya Chika

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Ancestral Weapon - Bloodthirsty Blade said:
Name: Bloodthirsty Blade
Description: An expertly-crafted katana over five feet in length that is possessed by the spirits of its creators, Otome wields the Bloodthirsty Blade now that it has bonded with her. The sword itself is fairly well balanced and could be wielded in one hand if it weren't for the blood-letting mechanism in its hilt.

Damage Type: Slashing - Chance to Inflict Bleeding Naturally
Base Damage: -10% Base Damage
Base Accuracy: +2 Accuracy
Augments: Great Weapon
Other: Nanjirou Ancestral Weapon - Dark
 
D-Rank Minor Affinity said:

Ability Training: Initiative+Acrobatics+Stalker said:
Otome leapt from rooftop to rooftop of Kumogakure-no-Sato as she remained out of sight and out of mind of her latest mark. Unlike the smugglers from before, this particular criminal had gone to great lengths to ensure nobody had caught on to whatever underhanded dealings he had decided to participate in this time of night.

"I got you now you son of a bitch!" she silently goaded herself as the man paused in front of a plain wooden door and quickly surveyed the surrounding area for any unwanted attention he may have attracted before knocking three times. A few seconds passed before the door swung outward and the man stepped forward to enter.

Now was Otome's time to act.

Wasting not a single moment, the kunoichi drew her blade from its sheath and plunged deep within the man's back before ripping through his torso.

"Close the god damn door!" one of the thugs inside shouted just before she kicked what remained of the man into threshold; to her amusement and their horror, a body makes due for a door stop.

"Well so much for that sense of poise and rationality," she taunted as she sliced and diced her way through the room, slowly but surely realizing that she stepped foot in one of Koigokoro House's local competitors. As she entered their leader's private room, she stifled a chuckle as her target was still busy covering himself with a towel as two naked women ran out of room past Otome.

"You're a real piece of work, babe," he mocked her as he branished two ninjato. "There are a lot people that will pay a good price for your head, and I can't blame them."

"Is that so?" she asked nonchalantly. "Good to know we're keeping each other in business."

A hearty chuckle erupted from the man before he spun around and lashed out at her, only to be disemboweled before he could land a single blow. Before he could die from the evisceration, Otome reached the freshly opened wound, gripped some random organ, and looked the man dead in the eyes.

"And as long as business is booming, I'm going to reap the profits!" she spat before crushing whatever organ she had a hold of.

[WC: 374]
 
Ability Training: Bloody Mess+Martial Artist said:
"We want blood!" the spirits possessing Otome's bloodthirsty blade were growing impatient as it hung dangerous close to yet another criminal's jugular vein.

His eyes widened as he tried to act cool, chuckling and belittling the kunoichi as his fate rested in her bloodied hands.

"You don't have the guts!" he shouted. "The so-called Butcher of Cloud probably couldn't even hurt a fly!"

Otome closed her eyes and sighed, recalling the countless bodies of young children hidden in the cellar where the villain resided. A sense of overwhelming injustice caused her to furrow her brow as she quickly sliced through several of the man's major arteries before planting her boot squarely on his heart.

"You don't deserve to live!" she nearly screamed as she stomped on his chest and pumped some of his blood out. "You don't even deserve a quick and painless death!" She stomped twice more.

"Y-you . . . bitch . . . " he struggled to speak as Otome leaned closer before digging her blade deep within his abdomen.

"People--no, vermin--like you don't deserve anything more than to feel every bit of pain those you hurt felt!" she shouted before disemboweling the man and leaving him in a mess of blood and entrails.

[WC: 208]

Changelog: No longer getting Quick Draw; instead Martial Artist
 
Recreating Ancestral Weapon - Bloodthirsty Blade
Ancestral Weapon - Bloodthirsty Blade said:
Name: Bloodthirsty Blade
Description: An expertly-crafted katana over five feet in length that is possessed by the spirits of its creators, Otome wields the Bloodthirsty Blade now that it has bonded with her. The sword itself is fairly well balanced and could be wielded in one hand if it weren't for the blood-letting mechanism in its hilt.

Damage Type: Slashing - Chance to Inflict Bleeding Naturally
Base Damage: -10% Base Damage
Base Accuracy: +2 Accuracy
Augments:
  • Great Weapon
  • Blood Rack
Other: Nanjirou Ancestral Weapon - Dark
 
Last one for now, trust me!
Ability Swapping: Dropping Acrobatics and Stalker for Defensive Technique and Fearless said:
Deep within the bowels of the Kumogakure network of sewers was a thick steel door leading to a deprecated arena. Up until a few months ago, this place had been abandoned by all except for the vermin that naturally resided here. However, if the flier in Otome's hand was any indication, fights were being staged here with neither the sanction nor the supervision of the Council itself.

"This must be it," she thought as she stopped to open the door to the arena, its weight barely a hindrance to her. Although it was dark inside, she could hear the cheers and jeers of a crowd as metal and flesh collided.

"Sounds like they're having one hell of a time!"

She rushed forward blindly, ready to strike down those who would stand in the way of her crusade. However, upon reaching the middle of the arena itself, she realized far too late that she had been lured into a trap.

"Shit . . . " she whispered as the makeshift lights above flickered to their full brightness, revealing a horde of murderous combatants surrounding her.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a man's voice boomed over the intercom. "Tonight we bring you a very special, once in a lifetime event!"

The kunoichi glared at an elevated window behind which the man stood. Her hand hovered over the hilt of her bloodthirsty blade as her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Otome must die, and we're willing to pay a whopping total of one billion yen to the man or woman who lands the final blow!"

She grinned as the man inched closer to the glass.

"Are you ready to meet Lord Raiden, you bitch?" he asked, not expecting her to quickly unsheathe her katana and send a slash of energy hurtling through the window and towards him. Fortunately for him the wound didn't prove to be fatal, though it did amputate his right arm. The man collapsed backwards on the floor, out of reach.

"Kill her! Kill her now!" he shouted, unable to continue using the intercom himself. And, as if on cue, the countless hardened criminals began their assault. The task of cutting through each and every single one of them was daunting indeed, but if she had learned anything from her fight with the Konoha ninja, Tatuso, it was that she couldn't simply rely on raw aggression or trickery alone.

So she stood her ground, and waited for enemies to advance before she took them down one by one, thinning the crowd until the only ones that remained were those too intimidated to challenge her further. With her safety assured, she leapt through the shattered window with the intent of killing the man who had offered her bounty. Unfortunately for her, he had managed to limp away to safety while she had been preoccupied.

"Damn!" she cursed as she sheathed her katana and exited the arena.

[WC: 482]

Ability Untraining: Martial Artist said:
No RP; One Week Wait Time
 
Weapon #2!
Bloodstained Kunai said:
Name: Bloodstained Kunai
Description: One of the staple weapons among shinobi for generations, the kunai is the go-to weapon for its versatility in both melee and ranged combat. This one in particular is favored by Otome, as if the caked blood along its edges wasn't enough of an indicator.

Damage Type: Slashing - Chance to Inflict Bleeding Naturally
Base Damage: -10% Base Damage
Base Accuracy: +2 Accuracy
Augments: None Yet!
 
Ability Training: Sentinel (ANBU) + Shinobi 101 (Explosion -> Melee Accuracy) + Strategist + Heavy Handed said:
Otome awakened to coarse ropes binding her to a flimsy wooden chair, the single flickering light created a stark contrast with the rest of the windowless room. A cursory glance around revealed that whoever had captured her had also ensured that her now demon-possessed katana was neither within reach nor within sight. The kunoichi struggled for a moment before she resigned to simply sitting, eager to see the one responsible for her abduction.

Fortunately, she did not have to wait long before a familiar face entered the room along with two burly body guards. the girl scoffed and grinned as the one-armed man and his goons were already sweating and quivering profusely at the sight of her despite being having the apparent advantage in mobility.

"You all aren't as stupid as you look,' she mocked them before forming a volatile ball of chakra behind her.

The one-armed man's eyes widened as he shakily raised his gun to Otome's forehead.

"W-what are you saying!?"

"I'm saying," she started to reply before detonating the bomb, "you already lost."

The blast radius splintered the chair and knocked out her captors, enabling her to retrieve the kunai she had hidden on the inside of her thigh and exit the room she was being held in. Past the threshold, however, several more guards were staring down the sights of their revolvers at her; apparently the noise from the explosion was enough to interrupt their drunken game of cards.

Otome quickly ducked back into the room as dozens of shots rang out. Knowing very well that she was a sitting duck, she formed two more micro chakra bombs and planted one of them at the edge of the doorway. And, just as she anticipated, the guards began to make their move towards her last known location.

Without hesitation, she pushed through the initial wave entering the room before detonating the second bomb. Then she tossed the next bomb at a nearby keg, causing a massive explosion that set the larger room on fire. In their panicked state, the guards began firing haphazardly at her, allowing her to finally take them out when they were forced to reload their guns.

After that, there just one thing left for her to do as Zansatsu and the two other spirits within her katana silently congratulated her on her survival. Within minutes of searching she found her weapon hidden among other swords on a display rack. Realizing that whatever building she was in was about to collapse, she retrieved her weapon of choice and fled the makeshift hideout.
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[WC: 428]
 
Ability Training: Combat Instinct said:
Otome stood far outside the arena where her fated match against the Leaf ninja Tatsuo had occurred not too long ago, gazing with admiration upon the daunting majesty of the structure itself. The kunoichi knew that fighting within were a meager fraction of the world's best combatants, both foreign and native, and she knew they were fighting for glory.

Anticipation welled inside her as she began heading inside the building and towards a vacant seat, eager to enjoy being a spectator for once. As she watched bout after bout, though, she began to become more critical of her own fighting style--no doubt she was the one drawing first blood (often quite literally) in most situations, yet she had always held herself back when wading through the bodies of her enemies.

With the revelation that maybe she just enjoyed inflicting pain now haunting her, she stood up and left the arena.

[WC: 151]

Ability Untraining: Heavy Handed said:
No RP; One Week Wait Time
 
Otome said:
Ability Training: Combat Instinct said:
Otome stood far outside the arena where her fated match against the Leaf ninja Tatsuo had occurred not too long ago, gazing with admiration upon the daunting majesty of the structure itself. The kunoichi knew that fighting within were a meager fraction of the world's best combatants, both foreign and native, and she knew they were fighting for glory.

Anticipation welled inside her as she began heading inside the building and towards a vacant seat, eager to enjoy being a spectator for once. As she watched bout after bout, though, she began to become more critical of her own fighting style--no doubt she was the one drawing first blood (often quite literally) in most situations, yet she had always held herself back when wading through the bodies of her enemies.

With the revelation that maybe she just enjoyed inflicting pain now haunting her, she stood up and left the arena.

[WC: 151]

Ability Untraining: Heavy Handed said:
No RP; One Week Wait Time

Dojo Approved.
 
Recreating Ancestral Weapon - Bloodthirsty Blade into Ancestral Weapon - Oblivion
Ancestral Weapon - Oblivion said:
Name: Oblivion ( 忘却 )
Description: Once an expertly-crafted katana over five feet in length, Otome's Bloodthirsty Blade has been reduced to little more than two feet in length after a Makaibatsu cultist broke its blade. The jagged edge proves to be even more effective satiating the blade's hunger (which, is now known to damn the souls of its to oblivion thanks to the voracious appetite of Zansatsu's demonic soul).

Damage Type: Slashing - Chance to Inflict Bleeding Naturally
Base Damage: -10% Base Damage
Base Accuracy: +2 Accuracy
Augments:
  • Razor Strike
  • Blood Rack
Other: Nanjirou Ancestral Weapon - Dark
 
Ability Training: Slashing - Physical Style said:
The kunoichi solemnly polished what remained of her shattered bloodthirsty blade, listening as the trio of souls within demanded more bloodshed on their behalf.

"We want blood, Otome!" they silently cried out to her, prompting her to sigh in defeat as she returned the blade to her side.

"'Blood'," she muttered under her breath before she glared at the scars on her right hand where the blade's had bitten her so fiercely. "It's true what the Sentama say, isn't it? You won't be content until you rule over a wasteland devoid of any opposition, including myself."

Despite the overwhelming injustice she felt towards the demonic presence trapped within her broken blade, Otome was devoid of her typical passionate fury.

"But I am not your tool, Zansatsu; you can chew all you like, but you'll never break my spirit!"

[WC: 138]

Ability Untraining: Strategy said:
No RP; One Week Wait Time
 
Otome said:
Recreating Ancestral Weapon - Bloodthirsty Blade into Ancestral Weapon - Oblivion
Ancestral Weapon - Oblivion said:
Name: Oblivion ( 忘却 )
Description: Once an expertly-crafted katana over five feet in length, Otome's Bloodthirsty Blade has been reduced to little more than two feet in length after a Makaibatsu cultist broke its blade. The jagged edge proves to be even more effective satiating the blade's hunger (which, is now known to damn the souls of its to oblivion thanks to the voracious appetite of Zansatsu's demonic soul).

Damage Type: Slashing - Chance to Inflict Bleeding Naturally
Base Damage: -10% Base Damage
Base Accuracy: +2 Accuracy
Augments:
  • Razor Strike
  • Blood Rack
Other: Nanjirou Ancestral Weapon - Dark

Otome said:
Ability Training: Slashing - Physical Style said:
The kunoichi solemnly polished what remained of her shattered bloodthirsty blade, listening as the trio of souls within demanded more bloodshed on their behalf.

"We want blood, Otome!" they silently cried out to her, prompting her to sigh in defeat as she returned the blade to her side.

"'Blood'," she muttered under her breath before she glared at the scars on her right hand where the blade's had bitten her so fiercely. "It's true what the Sentama say, isn't it? You won't be content until you rule over a wasteland devoid of any opposition, including myself."

Despite the overwhelming injustice she felt towards the demonic presence trapped within her broken blade, Otome was devoid of her typical passionate fury.

"But I am not your tool, Zansatsu; you can chew all you like, but you'll never break my spirit!"

[WC: 138]

Ability Untraining: Strategy said:
No RP; One Week Wait Time

Sweet Weapon Creation and Ability Training Approved.
 

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