RANK: D
Requesting Minor Element: Fire
Requesting Minor Element: Fire
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.
Current Ninpocho Time:
Shinomiya Masaru [Dojo]
- Thread starter Shinomiya Masaru
- Start date
Current Rank: C
Requesting Major Element: Fire
Requesting Minor Element: Water
Requesting Advanced Element: Shadow
Requesting Abilities:
-Stalker
-Shinobi 101: Taijutsu
-Duelist
-Weapon Mastery: Projectile
-Projectile Aim
-Strong Arm
-Called Shots
Total Words Needed: 1000
RP
Word Count: 2570
Requesting Major Element: Fire
Requesting Minor Element: Water
Requesting Advanced Element: Shadow
Requesting Abilities:
-Stalker
-Shinobi 101: Taijutsu
-Duelist
-Weapon Mastery: Projectile
-Projectile Aim
-Strong Arm
-Called Shots
Total Words Needed: 1000
RP
Word Count: 2570
The young Shinomiya boy sat by his window quietly watching the daylight fade. His usual stoic demeanor didn't let up even as he watched the magnificent view of the sunset dyeing the village of Kumogakure in it's orange glow. The few clouds that had gathered in the sky were a gradient of purples and oranges, and served to distract him from the raised voices below. It was one of those rare moments in that his mother would come back to visit. Whether she was finished with her current mission or simply coming back to see what other task she could pick up Masaru couldn't help feeling relieved.
The Shima Estate had proved to be thoroughly suffocating for him. The quick glances the staff of the house gave him, not to mention the look of disdain on the face of the Shima Head anytime they were in view of one another was enough to make any child feel unwelcome. Though Masaru tended not to dwell on such things even he was beginning to find it annoying. Perhaps that was why he increased the amount of training he put himself through, if not for Haruka's sake than for his own. Even during the times where he forced himself to take a break it would have been noted by the staff that he was never home or even near the Seki District. It was such a troublesome thing to avoid his current home like that, but he could hardly find any peace otherwise.
The shouting match wasn't over, and he doubted that it would be for some time. Because of his mother's rebelliousness it was only natural that the family head would want to see her let alone let her into the home. Masaru always wondered why they even allowed his existence considering his origins, it was only all too apparent that they disliked him. So why?
Masaru closed his eyes to think back on the day.
It had started like any other. Masaru had gotten up at his usual time before sunrise, appreciating the quiet hour before the village really got moving. Clad in his usual training gear he had set out from the estate in a brisk manner. It had been a while since Haruka had left on her mission, and Masaru was beginning to slip into a rut mentally. Despite her telling him that all he needed to do was train himself and grow, he found the constant and repetitive days frustrating. Not that he didn't like to train, but as usual he was beginning to grow bored without her to judge him. Having found something to motivate him to work harder at becoming a shinobi was the height of his life, and now he was suffering from the effects of that motivation being gone. This was something he had yet to experience in life. Normally he did things out of obligation without complaint, no matter how dry he would always work diligently toward a goal set by someone else. This time, with incentive, he had given himself a goal. He wanted to be stronger, a more capable shinobi so that he could be useful to his cousin. Masaru found this path with a little help, but still he had found a path, and now his inexperience was threatening it.
Walking to the training grounds he noticed he was gripping his cross again. By now he had realized such a habit, and yet he could not will himself to be rid of it. He was like his cousin in that respect, but could that be why he didn't want to change this habit? His grip on the gold tightened suddenly, and his eyes showed recognition. Had he been so deep in thought that he had almost missed her? The sight of long black hair swaying in the morning breeze, the unwavering gait and raised head that signified confidence and grace was all too familiar. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel his pulse quicken. Why was she even here? Wasn't she supposed to be away on a mission? Why was she just walking around the village?
Questions flitted through his mind, and unbeknownst to him he had stopped in the middle of the road. The woman was getting farther away and Masaru had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling her name. He was embarrassed by such emotion. It was something he'd made to throw away back when he was a little younger. She was almost always gone on missions, it was normal for him not to see her for long periods of time, so this feeling, as if he hadn't seen her in years, made no sense to him. Even if they hadn't been separated for a long amount of time he knew that he was different from before. He had been training since she had left him here, encouraging him to become a shinobi worthy of Kumogakure. He had met Haruka and she had instructed him, given him purpose, pushed him to further himself, and then left with a promise that she would return and that he would have grown.
Masaru decided it was time to show some of the fruits of his training. It was just the thing he was looking for, though he wouldn't admit it. He decided to follow the woman around, using anything to his advantage while trying not to tip her off. She was much more skilled than him, she was a full fledged shinobi after all, so Masaru's concentration had to be at it's peak. She went all over the village, from the Academy to the forest she was walking at her own pace without any rush. While he was tailing her he had decided to be a bit more bold. At the beginning he had stayed relatively far back from her position, where she was in sight but only just. Now as he following her through the trees he was easily within earshot. Masaru was careful of his footing, using his black clothing to hide in the shadows of the trees cast by the rising sun he had made sure to tuck his cross away for fear it would glint in the light and give away his position. Even though she outranked him she hadn't noticed him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she didn't expect to be followed in such a village, but Masaru was confident that it came from his months of training. It was proof that he was able to make progress even in Haruka's absence, and the thought was enough to encourage him to train much harder later.
As they were nearing the Seki District Masaru decided he ought to make his presence known. He picked up his pace, gaze focused on the strong back of the woman he had been so focused on since dawn, and made to reach out to touch her when she spun around and gripped his wrist.
His mother was quick and without any obvious unnecessary movements that Masaru's eyes widened in shock. The instant she saw his face her serious expression turned to one of joy. She pulled him into a strong embrace, and Masaru responded in kind by firmly gripping the back of her clothes. Her scent was all too familiar, as if he hadn't missed a day with her, and the warmth of the hug was enough for him. He did feel somewhat embarrassed that they were just hugging in the middle of the street, but didn't let go until she did. They stepped back at the same time, and Masaru flashed her the smallest of smiles. She grinned at him, ruffling his hair while giving a greeting. Neither wanted to return to the Shima Estate just yet, and in truth the only reason his mother was heading in that direction was because she wanted to see him. So, in an attempt to spend the rest of the day without interruption, the two walked to Masaru's intended destination. The training grounds were empty at this time, probably due to it being around lunch time, and that left the two with enough privacy to talk about what they had been doing while separated.
His mother could not discuss a lot of her mission, but did tell him that she was only back for a brief time before heading out. She was more eager on letting him talk and tell her of his training and how his life was going. Masaru explained to her his cousin's help, and he noted his mother's gaze soften at mention of Haruka. He wasn't the type to talk about his feelings, so naturally he left out a lot of the more personal details regarding his first training session with Haruka. Masaru explained how he trained every day, that he took classes at the Academy and tried his best to learn about his instructors, that he did get approached by someone his age that had resulted in an unusual training session. It felt more like a duel really, or a competition of wanting to outdo the other, though if asked Masaru would explain that it was the fault of the kid for wanting to act a big shot. He described the vast amount of time he took into coming to the very area they were in, that he usually practiced on a dummy near the edge of the grounds. Naturally his mother wanted a demonstration, and since he wanted to get training in anyway he obliged.
Masaru stood firm as he eyed the targets from a fair distance away. While he trained hard to master some genjutsu and ninjutsu, Masaru found that he often liked to practice long ranged attacks. He reached into his bag and produced some kunai and shuriken, taking a look at the equipment before looking around the training grounds again. In a flash he threw a few shuriken at a chunk of wood that he had glimpsed from the corner of his eye. He was pleased to hear the resounding thuds as they were buried deep, knowing that he wouldn't approve of anything less with how much strength he put into the quick throws. Reaching into his bag again, this time on the move, Masaru showed off his flexibility in dodging while aiming his shots. When he hit the ground he threw a couple of kunai that were in his hand and quickly flipped backward as if a jutsu had been fired at him. He glanced up calmly to see that the kunai had been embedded into their desired targets. One spot that was the head, another on the hand, and one in the heart.
He was pleased with the display and turned around to ask his mother what she thought when she collided with him in yet another hug. She sung nothing but praises at the results of his hard work, complimenting him on his use of projectiles, but also asking him what else he had up his sleeve. Since he only displayed taijutsu she might have been worried about his ability to control chakra.
Masaru had relented. He didn't want to show it to anyone just yet, because he had yet to master something so complicated, but she was his mother and if anything she might be able to help him with it. He wasn't sure about what the Shima Clan generally had an affinity for. He had felt first hand that Haruka was clearly attuned to ice, and he knew that there was some Haku blood mixed with the Shima Clan. His wasn't exactly like that, so Masaru wondered if his mother could shed some light on this profound jutsu he had discovered.
First he displayed a few basic jutsu such as transformation, nothing really noteworthy. Killing time while trying to figure out what to do was basically his intention. Finally, after showing her his affinity for fire, he decided to give it a go. His mother stood a good five feet away, and Masaru looked up to the sky to position himself well. He made sure his back was to the now dipping sun so that his shadow could be cast in his mother's direction. It wasn't a long shadow, one perfect for a demonstration, but Masaru was still anxious. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to remember the feeling he had when he first discovered this odd ability. He guessed the scene would have looked odd to any bystander, an adult and a child standing apart silently as if ready for fight, but in truth they would be standing there for more than just a few minutes. Masaru put his hands together in a means to focus, and when he opened his eyes they were looking at the ground before him. For a moment nothing happened, and he could feel his mother's intense gaze on him, but he knew she would be watching properly.
Suddenly his shadow moved. It was an odd irregular shape now stretching toward where his mother stood. He didn't let the shadow touch her's though, instead moving it around to make various uncommon shapes before it receded back to it's original shape and Masaru ceased manipulating it. He was breathing rather hard this time and a sheen of sweat was clearly visible on his forehead. He brought up a sleeve to wipe it, chancing a look at his mother who had stood still the entire time. She seemed very surprised, which wasn't very shocking to him, but it wasn't as if it was anything she hadn't seen before he was sure of it.
For a time they stood in near silence, Masaru looking at her and she at him before she smiled kindly at him and nodded with approval. He had managed to impress her, that was for sure, but he still wanted some answers on his ability to manipulate his shadow. By that time it was late afternoon, and his mother promised him they would talk about it on the way back to the Shima Estate. Their walk yielded some information, though not as much as he would have wanted. His mother said she knew very little of Shadow Jutsu, saying that it was a specialty of the Nara Clan. She told him the practice of marrying those of strong or notable Clans into the Shima family so he shouldn't be too shocked if at some point a Nara had been introduced to the bloodline. He asked her if his father had been some descendant of the Nara Clan, to which his mother had shrugged her shoulders in response. Masaru knew that his father didn't like to put too much emphasis on his lineage. Being so devoted to the Tenouzan way, not failing to say that he was the first of his family to do so, he had vowed that he was a new man and that his roots were of no interest and that he lived to simply serve Kenshin.
As the two neared the Estate Masaru began to regain his composure. It shouldn't matter to him how he was able to do these things, just the mere fact that he could do them was well enough and would serve well for his goal. No matter how long back in ancestry the fact remained that he was of Shima blood and he belonged to the Shima.
No...Not to the Shima. Just to Shima Haruka-sama.
The Shima Estate had proved to be thoroughly suffocating for him. The quick glances the staff of the house gave him, not to mention the look of disdain on the face of the Shima Head anytime they were in view of one another was enough to make any child feel unwelcome. Though Masaru tended not to dwell on such things even he was beginning to find it annoying. Perhaps that was why he increased the amount of training he put himself through, if not for Haruka's sake than for his own. Even during the times where he forced himself to take a break it would have been noted by the staff that he was never home or even near the Seki District. It was such a troublesome thing to avoid his current home like that, but he could hardly find any peace otherwise.
The shouting match wasn't over, and he doubted that it would be for some time. Because of his mother's rebelliousness it was only natural that the family head would want to see her let alone let her into the home. Masaru always wondered why they even allowed his existence considering his origins, it was only all too apparent that they disliked him. So why?
Masaru closed his eyes to think back on the day.
It had started like any other. Masaru had gotten up at his usual time before sunrise, appreciating the quiet hour before the village really got moving. Clad in his usual training gear he had set out from the estate in a brisk manner. It had been a while since Haruka had left on her mission, and Masaru was beginning to slip into a rut mentally. Despite her telling him that all he needed to do was train himself and grow, he found the constant and repetitive days frustrating. Not that he didn't like to train, but as usual he was beginning to grow bored without her to judge him. Having found something to motivate him to work harder at becoming a shinobi was the height of his life, and now he was suffering from the effects of that motivation being gone. This was something he had yet to experience in life. Normally he did things out of obligation without complaint, no matter how dry he would always work diligently toward a goal set by someone else. This time, with incentive, he had given himself a goal. He wanted to be stronger, a more capable shinobi so that he could be useful to his cousin. Masaru found this path with a little help, but still he had found a path, and now his inexperience was threatening it.
Walking to the training grounds he noticed he was gripping his cross again. By now he had realized such a habit, and yet he could not will himself to be rid of it. He was like his cousin in that respect, but could that be why he didn't want to change this habit? His grip on the gold tightened suddenly, and his eyes showed recognition. Had he been so deep in thought that he had almost missed her? The sight of long black hair swaying in the morning breeze, the unwavering gait and raised head that signified confidence and grace was all too familiar. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel his pulse quicken. Why was she even here? Wasn't she supposed to be away on a mission? Why was she just walking around the village?
Questions flitted through his mind, and unbeknownst to him he had stopped in the middle of the road. The woman was getting farther away and Masaru had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling her name. He was embarrassed by such emotion. It was something he'd made to throw away back when he was a little younger. She was almost always gone on missions, it was normal for him not to see her for long periods of time, so this feeling, as if he hadn't seen her in years, made no sense to him. Even if they hadn't been separated for a long amount of time he knew that he was different from before. He had been training since she had left him here, encouraging him to become a shinobi worthy of Kumogakure. He had met Haruka and she had instructed him, given him purpose, pushed him to further himself, and then left with a promise that she would return and that he would have grown.
Masaru decided it was time to show some of the fruits of his training. It was just the thing he was looking for, though he wouldn't admit it. He decided to follow the woman around, using anything to his advantage while trying not to tip her off. She was much more skilled than him, she was a full fledged shinobi after all, so Masaru's concentration had to be at it's peak. She went all over the village, from the Academy to the forest she was walking at her own pace without any rush. While he was tailing her he had decided to be a bit more bold. At the beginning he had stayed relatively far back from her position, where she was in sight but only just. Now as he following her through the trees he was easily within earshot. Masaru was careful of his footing, using his black clothing to hide in the shadows of the trees cast by the rising sun he had made sure to tuck his cross away for fear it would glint in the light and give away his position. Even though she outranked him she hadn't noticed him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she didn't expect to be followed in such a village, but Masaru was confident that it came from his months of training. It was proof that he was able to make progress even in Haruka's absence, and the thought was enough to encourage him to train much harder later.
As they were nearing the Seki District Masaru decided he ought to make his presence known. He picked up his pace, gaze focused on the strong back of the woman he had been so focused on since dawn, and made to reach out to touch her when she spun around and gripped his wrist.
His mother was quick and without any obvious unnecessary movements that Masaru's eyes widened in shock. The instant she saw his face her serious expression turned to one of joy. She pulled him into a strong embrace, and Masaru responded in kind by firmly gripping the back of her clothes. Her scent was all too familiar, as if he hadn't missed a day with her, and the warmth of the hug was enough for him. He did feel somewhat embarrassed that they were just hugging in the middle of the street, but didn't let go until she did. They stepped back at the same time, and Masaru flashed her the smallest of smiles. She grinned at him, ruffling his hair while giving a greeting. Neither wanted to return to the Shima Estate just yet, and in truth the only reason his mother was heading in that direction was because she wanted to see him. So, in an attempt to spend the rest of the day without interruption, the two walked to Masaru's intended destination. The training grounds were empty at this time, probably due to it being around lunch time, and that left the two with enough privacy to talk about what they had been doing while separated.
His mother could not discuss a lot of her mission, but did tell him that she was only back for a brief time before heading out. She was more eager on letting him talk and tell her of his training and how his life was going. Masaru explained to her his cousin's help, and he noted his mother's gaze soften at mention of Haruka. He wasn't the type to talk about his feelings, so naturally he left out a lot of the more personal details regarding his first training session with Haruka. Masaru explained how he trained every day, that he took classes at the Academy and tried his best to learn about his instructors, that he did get approached by someone his age that had resulted in an unusual training session. It felt more like a duel really, or a competition of wanting to outdo the other, though if asked Masaru would explain that it was the fault of the kid for wanting to act a big shot. He described the vast amount of time he took into coming to the very area they were in, that he usually practiced on a dummy near the edge of the grounds. Naturally his mother wanted a demonstration, and since he wanted to get training in anyway he obliged.
Masaru stood firm as he eyed the targets from a fair distance away. While he trained hard to master some genjutsu and ninjutsu, Masaru found that he often liked to practice long ranged attacks. He reached into his bag and produced some kunai and shuriken, taking a look at the equipment before looking around the training grounds again. In a flash he threw a few shuriken at a chunk of wood that he had glimpsed from the corner of his eye. He was pleased to hear the resounding thuds as they were buried deep, knowing that he wouldn't approve of anything less with how much strength he put into the quick throws. Reaching into his bag again, this time on the move, Masaru showed off his flexibility in dodging while aiming his shots. When he hit the ground he threw a couple of kunai that were in his hand and quickly flipped backward as if a jutsu had been fired at him. He glanced up calmly to see that the kunai had been embedded into their desired targets. One spot that was the head, another on the hand, and one in the heart.
He was pleased with the display and turned around to ask his mother what she thought when she collided with him in yet another hug. She sung nothing but praises at the results of his hard work, complimenting him on his use of projectiles, but also asking him what else he had up his sleeve. Since he only displayed taijutsu she might have been worried about his ability to control chakra.
Masaru had relented. He didn't want to show it to anyone just yet, because he had yet to master something so complicated, but she was his mother and if anything she might be able to help him with it. He wasn't sure about what the Shima Clan generally had an affinity for. He had felt first hand that Haruka was clearly attuned to ice, and he knew that there was some Haku blood mixed with the Shima Clan. His wasn't exactly like that, so Masaru wondered if his mother could shed some light on this profound jutsu he had discovered.
First he displayed a few basic jutsu such as transformation, nothing really noteworthy. Killing time while trying to figure out what to do was basically his intention. Finally, after showing her his affinity for fire, he decided to give it a go. His mother stood a good five feet away, and Masaru looked up to the sky to position himself well. He made sure his back was to the now dipping sun so that his shadow could be cast in his mother's direction. It wasn't a long shadow, one perfect for a demonstration, but Masaru was still anxious. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to remember the feeling he had when he first discovered this odd ability. He guessed the scene would have looked odd to any bystander, an adult and a child standing apart silently as if ready for fight, but in truth they would be standing there for more than just a few minutes. Masaru put his hands together in a means to focus, and when he opened his eyes they were looking at the ground before him. For a moment nothing happened, and he could feel his mother's intense gaze on him, but he knew she would be watching properly.
Suddenly his shadow moved. It was an odd irregular shape now stretching toward where his mother stood. He didn't let the shadow touch her's though, instead moving it around to make various uncommon shapes before it receded back to it's original shape and Masaru ceased manipulating it. He was breathing rather hard this time and a sheen of sweat was clearly visible on his forehead. He brought up a sleeve to wipe it, chancing a look at his mother who had stood still the entire time. She seemed very surprised, which wasn't very shocking to him, but it wasn't as if it was anything she hadn't seen before he was sure of it.
For a time they stood in near silence, Masaru looking at her and she at him before she smiled kindly at him and nodded with approval. He had managed to impress her, that was for sure, but he still wanted some answers on his ability to manipulate his shadow. By that time it was late afternoon, and his mother promised him they would talk about it on the way back to the Shima Estate. Their walk yielded some information, though not as much as he would have wanted. His mother said she knew very little of Shadow Jutsu, saying that it was a specialty of the Nara Clan. She told him the practice of marrying those of strong or notable Clans into the Shima family so he shouldn't be too shocked if at some point a Nara had been introduced to the bloodline. He asked her if his father had been some descendant of the Nara Clan, to which his mother had shrugged her shoulders in response. Masaru knew that his father didn't like to put too much emphasis on his lineage. Being so devoted to the Tenouzan way, not failing to say that he was the first of his family to do so, he had vowed that he was a new man and that his roots were of no interest and that he lived to simply serve Kenshin.
As the two neared the Estate Masaru began to regain his composure. It shouldn't matter to him how he was able to do these things, just the mere fact that he could do them was well enough and would serve well for his goal. No matter how long back in ancestry the fact remained that he was of Shima blood and he belonged to the Shima.
No...Not to the Shima. Just to Shima Haruka-sama.
Approved.
Major Element: Fire
Minor Element: Water
Advanced Element: Shadow
Abilities:
-Stalker
-Shinobi 101: Taijutsu
-Duelist
-Weapon Mastery: Projectile
-Projectile Aim
-Strong Arm
-Called Shots
Please note the changes in your profile. Enjoy.
Major Element: Fire
Minor Element: Water
Advanced Element: Shadow
Abilities:
-Stalker
-Shinobi 101: Taijutsu
-Duelist
-Weapon Mastery: Projectile
-Projectile Aim
-Strong Arm
-Called Shots
Please note the changes in your profile. Enjoy.
Core Ability Purchase: Opportunist
Sneak Attack- C-Rank and Up (3 Points)
Shadow Step- No Prerequisites (2 Points)
Quick Step- Can be purchased three times (1 Point)
Total Points Used: 6
Power Level: 510 => 6
Approval Topic
Profile
Sneak Attack- C-Rank and Up (3 Points)
Shadow Step- No Prerequisites (2 Points)
Quick Step- Can be purchased three times (1 Point)
Total Points Used: 6
Power Level: 510 => 6
Approval Topic
Profile
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