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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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Sunaku Harupia

Sunaku Harupia

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What was he doing? Wasn’t that a good question...he was leading a stunning red head lady through the evening Suna streets...one who was the cousin of the Steward and his close friend, but whom he barely knew existed prior to the last few events. And who looked totally different when he saw her for the first time...if he really did see her, and not just remember her voice incorrectly. A women who had led him to torture one of the Cabal, and who then he saw mangled by the same person as she patched his wound when he was putting the mad dog down...a women who seemed to know more then she led on, or maybe it was just him projecting it onto her? Was he desperate to find some deep secret she might be hiding? Was he just really trying to find any reason to keep the conversation going? Well...he didn’t really need any mystery for that. The fact she was a stunning beauty was enough

It was just bizarre...he had this feeling, this nagging itch telling him she might be hiding something, she might be connected Shouki, that she isn’t the innocent, scared beauty... but did it really have a leg to stand on? He wasn’t sure...but the hunch to try and find out pushed him to the meeting. The present conversation and her stunning visage pushed him further...and now, by some strange impulse of his mind, he was leading her away from the restaurants and into he living districts of the Sietch...and they were dangerously close to his humble abode away from his clan house...wouldn’t be the first time he...

He sighed finally, being silent for most of the walk as he said "I’m. I’m sorry. This just...I was supposed to take you to have a nice filling meal, keep the conversation going...but now I took you away Id assume somewhat far from home...and suspiciously close to mine...Look “he said turning to her, his eyes opened wide, sparkling slightly "I know how this probably looks... But I...after that...nice moment we had I just felt like showing you something...and in spite of you might have heard or not, it’s not something I tend to show off a lot...and if we could not comment about the double meaning there" he said after a moments pause "If you wish, I can just escort you back home...or if you prefer to go back alone that would be fine as well, though I wouldn’t feel that great leaving my companion alone...Point is, if you wouldn’t like this night to end just yet...I think I’d have something interesting to offer" he concluded, his lips curling into a smile. How many double entendres might have seen there? He wasn’t quite sure...and usually he had enough charm to play them of how he wanted. But now...he had no double meanings in mind...well, only a little.

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Her arm was hooked around the Sunaku's and she leaned her head on his shoulder on occasion. This seemed surreal, this normalcy and this simultaneous loss of equilibrium. Perhaps it was simply because she was lonesome and it had been a long time since anyone had shown her positive attention. There was a harrowing sense in the back of her head that warned her that this feeling would not, could not last. Eventually he would determine what or rather who she was and he would turn on her like Sousuke had. There was a time when she thought peace was possible between humans and Ancients. That she could deny herself what she craved, like a former addict turning away a drink. She was using him, not only to get to the Steward but also to feel human again even if it was for a short time. There was an ache for contact with something, anyone but she also could not help but feel the burden of guilt. She liked him, Harupia that is -- four times now their paths have crossed and he had shown himself to be a gallant white knight and a bit of a romantic. This was probably not uncommon for the Sunaku, his relative clan prestige coupled with his vocation and friendships had likely afforded him a number of female companions. She was simply overthinking things and feeling culpability for something that only she had assigned importance to.

"I’m. I’m sorry. This just...I was supposed to take you to have a nice filling meal, keep the conversation going...but now I took you away Id assume somewhat far from home...and suspiciously close to mine...Look“

Smooth man... reaaal smooth. He stopped and she looked back at him with a smirk she repeated, "suspicious." It was not as if he was leading some drunk date home, she had figured where this was going and had no protest. Even before she decided that she liked him, she planned on having it end in a similar way. The point was to make him like her, but it would appear that the table had turned because she found herself somewhat enamored with the handsome Jounin. It was no shock that he was so popular with the ladies.

"I know how this probably looks... But I...after that...nice moment we had I just felt like showing you something...and in spite of you might have heard or not, it’s not something I tend to show off a lot...and if we could not comment about the double meaning there"

She did not believe him. She was not an avid reader of those shinobi tabloids but she recalled a rather large chart that attempted to link Harupia with almost every local beauty in the village in one way or another but most of them were romantic or physical in nature. Her face did not hide her disbelief as she replied with a nod.

"If you wish, I can just escort you back home...or if you prefer to go back alone that would be fine as well, though I wouldn’t feel that great leaving my companion alone...Point is, if you wouldn’t like this night to end just yet...I think I’d have something interesting to offer"

She let out a nervous laugh, "I am sure you do." He played the nervous guy who happened to say... 'oops our car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere but lucky for us in front of this sleazy hotel' quite well. She laced her fingers with Harupia's, "where is it?" She was referring to his apartment or intended destination. She was curious and mildly excited, her initial objective for the most part forgotten. She did not even consider the fact that perhaps he did that on purpose and that he was onto the fact that she was up to something. Was being the operative word at this point, what she happened to be presently up to and what she had initially planned were very different. Her goal was to incite the Sunaku against his friend, Sousuke. Rather, the evening took a rather different term and her mind had other plans which was ironic considering the fact that she was one of the few Ancients who never had developed a physical bond with a human and the one emotional bond she once had with a human was shattered. "Mine is too far to find in heels," she commented. She loved the height they afforded her but the pain... not so much. "Also, I think I would like to see your place," she added letting him read between the obvious lines -- they were both adults here.
 
By this point he wasn’t sue if she was merely teasing or really not believing him...maybe bit of both. It wasn’t probably to sane of him to actually read some of the papers floating around the village...but there was a hint of amusement at what idiocy they tend to write...or perhaps he liked feeling miserable because of the thought of people believing it. Misery could also lead to some...inspiration. Hard to say at times.

Still, he couldn’t help but chortle at her expression, the silliness of the whole situation dawning on him. He was a grown man, a Jounin, an academy teacher, and here he was acting like a flustered teen. Though, he was enjoying this really. Just acting normal, conversing with a women, getting to know he better...maybe having some not so innocent thoughts. But it was a lot better than the thoughts he has before...and even with the fears he had, he felt he could or this time, for a little while, let his guard down. He could possibly regret it, but he was through quite a bit...and got through things that probably should have killed him. And he felt like doing the gamble here. Seemed to be quiet worth it.

Chuckling as she mentioned the heels he said "Well, you won’t need to walk that far anymore...going up" he said matter of factly, once again wrapping his arm around her as he stepped closer. For good reason...obviously. After the second the sand under their feet shifted and started to rise up slowly. Sand Nimbus could be a quite a practical skill. Especially if you didn’t want to bother opening the apartment doors and going through the stairs.

The set of apartments he chose weren’t one of the more posh ones used by some of the more wealthy Sunans who weren’t just quite wealthy enough to afford being in the crown. They were lifted quite high, not quite to the top but somewhere in the middle. He held Shiori somewhat tight, he didn’t really worry about her falling...but hey, it would be a good excuse if anyone asked. He spoke up after a moment "And here we are...probably not the nicest balcony, but the view from the top of the building can be nice...there I something interesting in an evening urban landscape..."he mused as he raised them onto a balcony. He then pointed behind the closed window, a small patch of blank sand rising and forming a key he used to unlocked the balcony door.

As they swung open he gave a small nod with his head saying "After you...and, I’m not sure if you'd consider the insides a mess but...well, sorry, probably not the most tidy persona round". What was behind the balcony was a spacious living room, connected with a kitchen area. The room wasn’t in too much of a mess. A large couch and some beanbags to sit on, a dark table, on which were various papers, empty, half drawn, covered in what appeared to be small gems and sand, and writing and drawing accessories.. Plastered around we walls were various drawings and pictures, some repercussions of famous landscapes some seemed to be self-maid. You could see stains of paint on some part of the wall. The kitchen seemed to be quite neat, though there was a somewhat large amount of empty bottles...various whiskey brews of varying quality...wildly varying. All in all it looked like a middle class apartment, kept neat and clean, though somewhat...cluttered. "Soo...here we are...anything you'd like to drink? Some water, something warm, something cold? And, erm...I do have some slippers o offer if you'd prefer something on your feet which isn’t suffocating them" he finished with a small smile. He couldn’t deny she looked great in them...but he heard enough to know just how much they might be uncomfortable.
 
Shiori and Harupia ambled through the streets, chatting, laughing and teasing like normal people. Something she did not even do when she thought she was human. When she forgot what she was. It was nice, these mundane moments where she did not feel useless, dis-empowered, fearful or lonesome as she had for so many years. A sensation she was intimately familiar with, more so as of late than ever before. She was swiftly running out of options and she felt backed into a corner regarding Sousuke and the war she so arrogantly declared. It was only a matter of time before she shared Mikboshi's fate, when Sousuke saw her as a threat like her brother and she too would be in chains. She would have to draw him out before he made a god-killing weapon and end this battle before it became bloody. The thought of using Harupia had briefly crossed her mind before she found him pleasant and lovely, before he made her forget how sad she was for a short while. She would find someone else, use them to coerce the Kazekage into a final battle. One where she would die but she did not know that yet. That he would make her suffer and then kill her at the apex of her suffering and humiliation.

"Well, you won’t need to walk that far anymore...going up"

Harupia suddenly announced as they came to a stop and he drew her close, held her tight. She stumbled into him, not that she minded. He felt warm, although she was also not cold it felt nice all the same. The ground shifted underfoot. She laughed into him as they were elevated several stories. Her arms draped around his neck and her feet shifted on the curious nimbus sands. She has forgotten that he was a Sunaku, it was a strange sensation to not be the one in control. She looked down at the earthen floor below, as strange as that was considering the fact that they were already under the ground.

"And here we are...probably not the nicest balcony, but the view from the top of the building can be nice...there I something interesting in an evening urban landscape..."

She stepped off the grainy cloud onto the balcony. "I think it is lovely," she replied as she looked out over the cityscape. Despite the city being rather young, it had a character to it like no other. This, as strange as it was happened to be 'home' to her. She turned around in time to see he Sunaku forge a key from the same iron sands that their family was so famous for. "I keep forgetting the fact that you are a Sunaku," she remarked "...must be why I find you so interesting." The shared elemental affinity of the Sunaku clan and her own nature perhaps resounded a sort of kinship within her.

"After you...and, I’m not sure if you'd consider the insides a mess but...well, sorry, probably not the most tidy persona round".

She was a closet-slob, meaning she was not much for domestics either. She never even unpacked her boxes when she moved into Sousuke's apartment. "You keep a cleaner house than me," she admitted as she stepped inside. The homestead was reminiscent of a young man's bachelor's pad, it had been a long time since she had seen a beanbag chair. They were the neatest thing but she had never owned one and despite their simplicity they were probably one of the more comfortable pieces of furniture. He was also an artist, something more apparent when she entered. Neither of these things were a revelation to her, she knew he was both a bachelor and an artist and his apartment seemed to echo that. What she did not expect was the plentiful supply of empty whisky bottles - she did not see him as a drunk but everyone has their vice.

"Soo...here we are...anything you'd like to drink? Some water, something warm, something cold? And, erm...I do have some slippers o offer if you'd prefer something on your feet which isn’t suffocating them"

"Whatever you are having would be fine," she replied as she plopped down on a beanbag chair. Well, maybe they were not nearly as comfortable as she remembered but she was too lazy to get up.
 
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