Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy setting storyline set in the World of Ninjas where feudal daimyo, clans and ninja villages all wage war on each other for money, glory or for a common goal.

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.

Simple and Beautiful [Inviting Kurai/Private]

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Arcadia. Life in the old village was a stark contrast to the world of ‘miracles’ that the newer Iwagakure offered its residents. Living within the confines of so little seemed like a mere caricature of the way the less fortunate lived within the village. They lived with so little yet the joy of living with what they had still trumped the pain of what they didn’t. One could say that they couldn’t have missed what they didn’t have, but Akechi knew differently. These people resembled the people that he lived with, the ones that he considered family. They were forced to live this way, yet they gritted their teeth and shook the envy from their psyche. They were happy. It was peaceful. Life seemed as if it couldn’t have gotten any better though they had so little.

Walking through the small, peaceful countryside he noticed children playing on the side of the beaten path. They tossed around expensive looking rocks as if they were toys and laughing as if they held no other worries in the world. Akechi knew the feeling. Their lives were simple. It had been uninhibited by the dangers of vices such as ambition, greed and overwhelming fear. They were free and content with what they had instead of with what they wished for in their wildest dreams. Grinning, the dark haired man traveled through the small town with a look on his face that resembled a man at peace.

He looked upon these people as if he were looking upon his own. After all, they held the same tanned skin and unnatural hair colors that people born in the sun possessed. It was different from what he had become accustomed to within Iwagakure, and it differed greatly from the normal fodder that visited the “resort” areas like the hotsprings. In fact, they were a different kind of beauty. One that resembled the strawberry haired girl that he had met at the hotsprings, the one that had ran from Akechi’s little dysfunctional group of misfit partygoers. Not that they resembled the way she looked, but they resembled her in uniqueness… distinctiveness… in irregular beauty for a land such as this one. Casually, the Uchiha had found himself walking toward a makeshift altar at the edge of the Isle. The altar resembled one of the “guardians” that seemed to overlook the gates of Iwagakure, but in a much miniaturized version. Perhaps the indigenous people of this land all believed in the same “gods,” but worshipped them in different ways or something like that. It was the only thing that made sense to him, especially given how different their two worlds really were.

Two blackened slippers touched the very edge of the cliff, a man overlooking the sea before him with a look of calm pasted across his face. He wore a traditional Uchihan robe, a dark red linen gi with a large version of the Uchiha’s crest emblazoned across the middle of his back. The man was silently mediating, closing his eyes as he envisioned himself back home…

A home that he had lost…

A home that he sought to recreate, not rebuild…

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”No, really, man, I'm telling you!” A scrawny male, with a curly blonde mop on his head sat in a smokey bar, shaking his drink at the dark haired man beside him, ”We need to pick up our shit and head to Arcadia!” He was persistent, and his friend continued to shake his head a him, taking a long drink of his bronze colored liquid. ”I'm not so sure,” He gave a thoughtful look to the blonde, ”I mean, we just don't have the money for that kind of place,” He would set his drink down, his eyes revealing how he was trying to convince himself not to go—for whatever reason. A wife? Children? A lover? ”Besides, it's untouched by us Iwa folks, man. We just don't belong there.”

A few seats down, bent over the bar and twirling a small stirring stick in her glass, sat a fiery redhead, with eyes that glowed of the sun. The ice in her glass clanking against the side quietly, like wind chimes. Her head was down, and her hair pooled past her shoulders, down her back, over the bar stool, and almost to the floor. Behind that curtain of red, she hid her face as she stared at the scratched wood before her, and listened in on the conversation. A slight smirk gracing her lips as she listened, her eyes closing for a moment as the gears in her brain worked.

”Does anyone belong there?! That's the point! We go and start a new life! Get away from all of our troubles here!” The blonde was waving his arms in a tipsy excited manner, his green eyes sparkling with hope. ”That's what everyone tries to do. They try to get in there and start over—and then they're bums on the streets, and swept back into Iwa. That's just want happens, Yuri.” The blonde would slowly settle into his seat, a slight pout crossing his face in a childish manner as he took a swig of his drink, ”You're just fucking afraid, that's it.” His insult didn't even seem to touch the dark haired man, who's red eyes simply looked away. Perhaps he was very aware that he was a coward. Perhaps he felt as though maybe, just maybe, there was even hope for him here, where he belonged.

That was where people went to start a new beginning, huh? The redhead would push the rest of her drink back, slapping yen on the bar as she pulled her hair away from the seat (making sure none of it was caught in the creases and screws) and rose, walking quickly from the bar. The fresh air hit her wildly, and her lungs took a grateful gasp of air that wasn't filled with the smell of cigarettes. Her eyes blinking as she tried to get used to the darkness around her. Arcadia. 'I will find you.' She would whisper under her breath.
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The sun was high in the sky—not that half of the village hidden in the stone could see that—but nonetheless, the sun spilled through the window, and peeked through the cracks of the brown curtain pulled haphazardly in the bedroom. On the spring-mattress bed, the crimson woman from the bar laid sprawled on old sheets in her underwear and a white tee, a single blue sheet crumpled over the bed, and not really over her anymore. Her hair sprawled all over the sheets, and her breathing slow and steady. Sunshine creeping up over her legs and back, and glistening in her hair before her eyes would flutter open, the color matching the light.

Today, just as every other day, she would continue her search. Day after day, that was what she did. So, as her eyes blinked wildly at the new light, she lifted herself from her cheaply made apartment bed, and swung her bare legs over the edge, moving in a daily routine. Her hand rubbing at her eyes as she moved to the dresser, and pulled out an outfit and slid into. An outfit, by the way, that did not give her the respect of a shinobi, as she was. In fact, that was the point. Everything in that dresser was that of the civilians in the city, and nothing more. She had no reason to stand out more than she already did (with that hair and all), and preferred to appear like another one of the people in the village.
That was Monogoi Kurai for you.​

And so, out the door she went, her hair braided behind her and trailing far past her waist, swaying with each curvy step, loose pieces falling in her face. She would search again, today. She would search like she always did. Frankly, Kurai was exhausted. Could you blame her? Day in and day out without success—and today was no different. She looked all over, swinging open doors, and peering through windows as she walked by... where?! Where was he?!

Devastated, and worn out, once again from an unsuccessful day, Kurai headed upwards. She needed some air and something quiet—the kids here screamed a whole lot. And so, the sunlight princess made her way up the trail, towards the cliff that would show her the horizon where, somewhere, her homeland was. Somewhere, out there, her small and poverty-stricken land flourished with natural life—unlike Stone. So artificial. So dead. But, when she reached the top, she would find herself behind a cloaked man. His feet kissed the edge, and her dark hair hid his face. And his back would bare, proudly, the sign of the Uchiha. She had only heard rumors about them—and how violent they could be, actually.

As she moved forward, unaware that she had met this person before, she stood beside him, her flats, too, bending on the edge. Her golden eyes looking out over the ocean, as it's might roar could be heard from the cliff. If she just tipped over the edge, and fell to her (probably death) safe haven of the ocean, maybe it would carry her home. But, not today. She still had a job to do. ”I love that smell,” She would comment aloud, her accent thick, but beautiful, ”The smell of the salt and the water...” She would close her eyes, taking in a full and deep breath, a smile spreading across her face from the familiar feeling. Oh, how she loved the Mother of Earth. She would be the only one this, slightly, religious woman would bow to. Not any of the strange statues around her, or any that the people of Iwa spoke. Just the Mother of all that is good, and natural.
 

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He stretched his arms out toward the ocean as if he were attempting to part the waters like an old fable. The dark haired man allowed the gentle breeze of the ocean air fill his hands and hair with life, his body remaining still as he looked into the sky with an interesting look on his face. It was like he was bathing in its light, an act that a man who hadn’t seen the sun in decades would more than likely commit. However, that wasn’t the case… he was honestly just happy for the first time in a long time. Perhaps it was the similarities between the place that he grew up in and the Iwain providence of Arcadia, or maybe it was something else altogether that made him feel this way. Honestly, he couldn’t really put a finger on it. He just knew that this was a place that he could feel at peace in, and it would become a place that he would model the world that he hoped to create after it.

A gentler world, full of lush environments, and devoid of those tall industrialized buildings that blotted out the sunlight from its people. Civilization as he knew it would more than likely change, evolve into more understanding and caring individuals, and eventually into people that bore no prejudice against others because of superficiality. A world such as this one… such as Arcadia, was a world worth fighting for. It put it into perspective for Akechi. Not that he didn’t know already. It wasn’t an epiphany or anything as abstract a notion as that. No. It was simply a man that realized how his own people would survive, and how they would eventually begin to stand with others without being hated.

”Me too.” SO they did have something in common. It was strange though, Kurai approaching a man that she seemed so disgusted by and starting a conversation with him. She made it clear that she saw no value in conversing with the Uchiha before but perhaps something had changed within herself. Did she find what she was looking for? Or was today just a better day to catch her own? Interesting… ”It smells so familiar to my homeland. It feels so similar… clean. It just feels clean.” Akechi commented, slightly turning toward the familiar strawberry angel that graced him with her presence once more.

”You know. I thought you hated me or something.” He giggled, slowly folding his arms as he nodded his head in her direction. ”Remind you of home, does it? Is that why you made the trip out here? We’re a long way from the village, after all.”
 

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Breathe. In, and out. In, and out. The fresh air was such a relief in comparison to the muggy atmosphere of Iwagakure where the people's stench of hate and the streets putrid smell of blood ruined her senses. How she hated the feeling that city gave her. It was riddled with betrayal and abuse, from all sorts of kinds of people and things. Mother had been completely pushed out and her children killed, all in the name of a military village. Isn't that quite the story? Humans were so... peculiar like that. They were always taking, and never giving. Always thinking only of themselves, and maybe, if they had a heart, their loved ones too. Kurai, herself, was guilty of these things, as she was a human too. That was what being human was about, after all, thinking of yourself. You only get one life-- don't screw it up.

The man beside her had his arms spread wide, and a look of peace on his face. The wind blowing her hair from her face, and her skirt fluttered happily in the breeze. She watched him with silent and respectful curiosity, her sunshine eyes glistening upon him. He appeared as though he was giving himself to Mother. Allowing her to cleanse him of his man-made sins, and wash him of his smog filled lungs. It was something, she too, did frequently. Mother was all giving, and loving. Caregiver of all that lives, and all that does not. She nourished those who respected those, especially on the island that Kurai hailed from. But she could be vast with rage, too. She could bring hellish storms from above, and tear the very village from the cliff it hung from. She could send the waves high in the sky, and wash all the people from their homes and into the belly of the mighty ocean. But it seemed, particularly on this day, that she was rather pleased with something, and allowing the day to be nice and bright. Those in the city certainly should be counting their blessings.

The man spoke, his body still facing the might Earth that was bare before him. There was a beat before he would slightly turn to her, his arms lowering as he looked at her and talked about the clean air. A slight smile would pull at the strawberry lips, her eyes seeming to admire him from where she stood. "The Earth was clean far before we trotted all over it. This is some of the little of it that's left--very much like my homeland too." He definitely was not from Aigean. If he was, he too, would have the eyes of the golden and bright sun. But he did not. In fact, he looked rather plain in comparison to the race that lived upon that island lost at sea. They were all strangely colored in the hair, and their skin varied from pale to dark--but everyone had the same glowing eyes.

"Hated you?" Certainly he did not think that her anxious behavior and agitation with the entrance of so many people into a peaceful environment meant that she felt discontent with him. Surely, it was obvious that she was simply uncomfortable and wanted to go home. She was the kind of girl you talked to one on one, privately, and sweetly. "No, not at all," Kurai had a slight scowl of confusion, her hand moving back to push a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "I don't know why you would think that." Hate was definitely in her vocabulary, not a doubt about that, but most of her loathing fell upon a certain someone, and not really the common people that she met--no matter how strange or obnoxious they were with their large breasts and booming cheeky voices. Kurai gave a mental eye-roll at just the thought.

"This is one of the few things here that reminds me of home," Her eyes appeared distant as she thought back to her beloved island, "We are not as fortunate to have the things that you have here--like coffee," The littlest things were such a luxury to her. Coffee was absolutely awful, but the idea of a hot drink that can be made and mixed with so many different things was exciting. "And very large houses made of sturdy stone, and bundles and bundles of food." Her eyes would turn back to the ocean, a slight smile returning to her face, "But we are far luckier." That was quite a statement after talking about all of the things they had that Aigean did not. But it made sense. After all..."We have clean water, and trees taller than any building you could make with your materials. We have love, and peace--and you have hate and war. My people are family, no matter their blood. It seems that these people..." Her voice trailed off as she scowled at the thought, trying to put her thoughts into words. "Your people are enemies... until further proved." And that was that. No one trusted anyone until they had reason to. No one talked to strangers. No one bought gifts for someone else, or complimented them without wanting to bang them behind a bathroom door. That was just the way that these people were adapting to their difficult lives in the clouded village.

"What about you--Akechi, right?--where are you from? What is it like there? Certainly not as bad here..." Yet again, why would someone leave somewhere so perfect without a very desperate and rash reason like Kurai's? Perhaps his village was even worse. Maybe the people there were even more violent, and blood ran in the sewers there--hell if she knew. The continent was huge, and anything was possible.
 

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Intuitive. The girl held an incredible amount of intuition and insight into the world, and the nature of the man-made beast that she had traveled to. It wasn’t too often that Akechi could meet a woman that was beautiful and smart. The way she spoke about human destruction of the world that they had been blessed with was spot on. Honestly, Akechi had many of the same views that she possessed, just a bit skewed in Uchihan flavor. The world may have been clean before humans laid waste to it, but it was inevitable given the way humans interacted with one another. ”A world such as this one is beautiful, but human greed and its desire for perfection gave birth to structures such as Iwagakure,” Akechi commented, agreeing with the strawberry haired woman as he turned back toward the ocean. He didn’t despise heavily industrialized areas such as Iwa, but he could understand why a “Warden of the Lands” would loath such a massacre of nature. Akechi wasn’t far behind, but his reasoning was a bit different. He didn’t loath the gorgeous architecture of the world’s most industrialized cities, but he despised the war, bloodshed, greed and sorrow that industrialization brought with it. It was simple violence motivated by greed. ”Our predecessors were wardens of the land, just as you are. We were shepherds, serving the lands just as it nourished us. It was a symbiotic relationship. Nowadays… I’m not so sure…”

Now they bloodthirsty buffoons, trampling on one another instead of engaging in the symbiotic relationship that caused this world to blossom in the first place. What did their current life as greed blasphemers in the eyes of Mother Nature truly offer them? Hatred. Death. War. Prejudice. Insatiable greed. Envy. And other vices that cloud human judgment. It was what led to the annihilation of a people, and the illogical fear and condemnation of those people that are currently at their weakest.

The Uchiha…

”I don’t know. Maybe I was just reading too much into things after embarrassing myself like that.” The man giggled, dying of laughter on the inside as he spoke of the events at the hotsprings. He really did embarrass himself, but he couldn’t really be too hard on himself. It was in his nature to wear his heart on his sleeves, unless he was on a mission. ”I get carried away when I’m challenged. What can I say? I’m a simple man.” Except the fact that he wasn’t. He generally enjoyed playing down his true nature. After all, he would begin painting a target on his back before all of the fun truly started. It was always more sensible to be the man “behind the scenes” than the star of the show, in this world anyways. Anonymity was a weapon… just as knowledge or a blade. Learning that meant learning how to survive.

Turning back toward the ocean, he listened to the woman condemn the way of life outside of her island. Men fighting one another because they desired perfection. Misunderstandings and jealousy leading to wars. Become enemies until proving allies. The world was backwards…

Kurai was right…

”It was worse.” Akechi responded, turning back toward the woman with a more serious face than before. ”Not always. But there is no more life in my settlement. A rebellion amongst family destroyed our lives as we knew it.” He continued, looking her straight in her awkwardly colored eyes with that of the crimson hued Sharingan. ”It was a small Uchihan settlement, off of the coast of Sunagakure. Life was peaceful, at first. There were a plethora of jobs. Large houses made of a combination of Sand and Stone. Imported water from a nearby oasis. We were at peace, for awhile.” He wasn’t really descriptive of his homeland, after all the pain of losing it was written across his face. He hated to speak of it, even going to great lengths to forget its name. ”However, we were under the thumb of Sunagakure. A village that began to fear the power we possessed. Eventually, they discovered a secret we had been harboring. That a woman had evolved beyond traditional limits… that her Sharingan had evolved into the Sage’s eyes.” He spoke of the Rinnegan, the last phase of the Sharingan, and a keepsake of the Uchiha. It was up to them to safeguard its secret, and also the true power of those fabled eyes…

”Half of the people simply wanted peace… they were secure in our oppression. The other half desired freedom… a revolution to take back our own section of this world… free from the hatred and fear that so many have for us.” Then of course… the climax…

”When Sunagakure came demanding the woman, she attacked them. And the rest is history…”