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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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Tsuyoshi Junko

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Junko had been training his new found abilities for weeks, he felt as if he had nearly mastered his Godly speed techniques, but he had a gut feeling that it was more he could do other then running at an intense speed through reality itself. "It's as if I'm bending reality to my liking, I'm not letting it hold me back. I know I must be one of the fastest throughout the village. I'm beginning to wonder if it's more to my abilities!" Junko thought running through the mountains of Dragons tooth pass, being blessed with free time.  

Junko was not only running, but warping through the mountains at a great speed, it seemed as if Junko was multiple places at once, leaving faded afterimages of himself as his body exuded a small amount of reality warping energy that seemed similar to chakra, but different. Junko passed many guard towers, only making small sounds here and there, but nothing to loud. "If I'm able to make it to the village gate and back to the center of the village without being detected, I truly have mastered this speed technique! I should do some research on my abilities, I'm probably not the only person in the world that can do this. Chances are, I'm part of a rare Bloodline and I don't even know it." Junko thought as he made it to Kumogakures gates.

Breathing slightly heavier, Junko appeared in front of the gates, touching it with one hand. "Time to make my way back! If I make it back without being detected, I must be really good, or These ninja watching the gate isn't what I thought they were! I wonder what exactly am I?" Junko thought as he took a deep breath. His image would seem to vanish as he exhaled, already on his way back using his technique. Junko might have been using his Seikon bloodline abilities, but he had no clue that he was a Seikon.
 



Gekido didn't often venture near the gates, as usually a squad of ANBU would magically appear and dissuade any rebellious thoughts from turning into actions. But today he made no attempt to go near the place. Instead he was watching how these complicated folk came and went from the village, content in their lives; trusting in the military to keep them safe from any potential attacks. Though, let's face it, under the rule of Shin the Benevolent, Kumo would have no enemies. They were in no way rich, nor did they step on any toes. It was a quiet time in their history, as without any large risks, there were no large rewards. But still, the civilian economy thrived under such... less oppressive rule that usual.

But then, a new scent wafted in the wind, and both Gekido and Judo looked up to find out what new player might have joined the party. See, civilians and shinobi had a different scent. Often a civilian might smell of food or wine, perhaps animals if they were in a caravan. But shinobi smelled of sweat and metal usually, and perhaps a bit of determination. Having an acute sense let you perceive things that's hard to explain to people, but all you need to know was that the hairy man spotted Junko. He appeared to be happy, or something of the sort. As if he accomplished a task. Was he racing someone? Gekido could only wonder. But as Junko thought to himself and disappeared once again. Gekido decided to give chase. The boy was fast, nearly invisibly fast. But not fast enough. The old Inuzuka had never seen something quite like it; and he had been around for some time. This warranted investigation...

With unsaid direction for Judo to follow, the man was off, tracking Junko by scent primarily and secondly via sight. Thankfully, having Judo as a partner also assisted in the tracking of this person. Naturally, when Gekido caught up, and he most certainly would, he would be sure not to give Junko a hard time. After all, he did lead ANBU's tracking unit back when he was a good little pup.

A good... thirty seconds later, Junko had stopped again, or appeared to have stopped and Gekido decided to make his presence known. At the speed Junko was moving, it was hard to tell if the boy had sensed him following or not. Nevertheless, Gekido would blur down in front of him with a huff of breath and a toothy smile. "You're pretty fast for a young pup." he would then say, but then pause, tilting his head in thought. "I feel like I know you from somewhere... Have we met before?"
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"I feel myself becoming fatigued, step by step. It's apparent that I'm not at mastery level, but still! I haven't been detected at all, so I must be making progress." Junko thought as he continued to move. stomach tightened and heart racing, Junko landed hard on top of a guards watch post, causing a loud thump and once again disappearing.

"Somethings not right." Junko thought as he began to look at his surroundings as he continued to move, hearing small sounds that wasn't his own. "Im being followed. Must be by ANBU personnel, I'll stop so I won't alarm them. If I keep moving, they'd probably attempt to kill me." Junko thought as he stopped, breathing slightly heavy.

Within moments a blur figure appeared in front of Junko. "Looks like this guy have some speed as well. I wonder how long he's been tracking me." Junko thought looking at the beastly man.

"You're pretty fast for a young pup." the familiar man said, but then pausing, tilting his head. "I feel like I know you from somewhere... Have we met before?"

Junko smirked, falling to his butt as he took a few deep breaths. "Nice seeing you again, Junkos the name." Junko said calmly. Standing before him was a stranger. Junko didn't know the mans name, but he felt as if he could easily relate to him after he taught him a valuable lesson. "I'm beginning to think your stalking me, it's the second time we randomly encounter each other with you popping out of no where!" Junko said jokingly, awaiting a response. 

Even though the man was still a stranger, Junko knew very well that he had much knowledge and knowledge is power. "Looks like this day might turn to be a lesson in disguise, he might end up opening my eyes a little more about this ninja world."

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And it would appear that they had indeed met before. How strange, Gekido usually remembered a scent. Perhaps it was simply in passing or it was possible that the Inuzuka's nose was covered in blood and in hid the scent from him. Nevertheless, it was the boy who remembered him and therefore took the chance to make a jest towards Gekido.

The elder couldn't help but smile at his quip and scratched his head for a moment. "Well, I am a shinobi after all. Perhaps I have been and you've only just noticed? A mistake on your part." he countered, a sly smile stretched across his face. "You should always assume someone is after you, but don't change your life because of it. Look, there." the man cautioned, nodding his head over to Junko's left, his right. A two man squad of ANBU had stationed themselves near a water tower. They weren't anything special to be honest, probably in training by their lack of skill. Naturally during the day the Sennin would assign weaker individuals as it would be harder to run in broad daylight. "The ANBU like to keep on my tail, but I don't do anything different because of it. If you do something different, you broadcast you are onto them and that their mission has failed."

"Anyways, what were you doing with all that fast moving? I didn't see anyone else giving chase. Are you a messenger?"
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Listening to the stranger Junko smiled as he looked towards the direction of the hidden ANBU shinobi that he pointed out. "I'll take note of that. always assume Someone is chasing me, but never change due to that assumption. I gotcha." Junko said as he stood to his feet after he caught his breath.

Brushing himself off and patting his body down, Junko realized he didn't have his smokes. "Oh shit!  Damn it!" must have forgotten them. Junko thought looking up at the man.

"Anyways, what were you doing with all that fast moving? I didn't see anyone else giving chase. Are you a messenger?"

"Well, I actually want to find a messenger job. It would be good with my speed, easy money!" Junko said with slight enthusiasm. "I was testing my skills though. My goal was to come to the village gates and move back to the center of the village undetected. If I was caught, it would mean I had more training to do. Just a little way to spend free time I guess." Junko said as he scratched his head a little.

"Come to think of it, how did you detect meh? none of the guards have no idea that I'm even here and one more thing, I never got your name." Junko said reaching out for a hand shake. Junko was no slow poke obviously. he understood that the stranger before him was yet a stranger so, he didnt get too comfortable.
 



"I'll take note of that. always assume Someone is chasing me, but never change due to that assumption. I gotcha."

Gekido's expression only hinted at being pleased, probably because it was nice being listened to once in a while. Due to his reputation he made for himself, the Alpha Inuzuka was never really given the light of day out in this society. The only time he had real sway was back in the camp, where his many companions lived. But that's beside the point.

"Well, I actually want to find a messenger job. It would be good with my speed, easy money!" Junko said with slight enthusiasm. "I was testing my skills though. My goal was to come to the village gates and move back to the center of the village undetected. If I was caught, it would mean I had more training to do. Just a little way to spend free time I guess."

The corner of the man's lip curled as his assumption chimed true, though there wasn't much risk involved with that one. A guy moving incredibly fast through a shinobi village was either a fugitive, assailant, or a messenger. Simple as that. And since he didn't appear to be carrying anything malicious, nor was he checking his back fervently in worry, that only left one choice. But Kido wasn't 100% right, however. The boy was doing some solo training as to improve on himself. An admiral goal, especially with the amount of money a person could be as a personal messenger. In the day and age, speed was the primary factor for business and military alike. He could make some real monetary gains with a job like that; let alone be untouchable in a fight.

But as Gekido listened all...sage-like, Junko scratched his head and finally got to wondering just how he was found out. The Inuzuka smiled widely and crossed his arms against his chest, Junko also requesting his name. A few moments passed as Kido questioned if Junko would recognize his name or not.

See names are a funny thing.Names could be anything you wanted them to be, with the right actions and motivation. A name was a reputation and one that could be tarnished in moments. However, reputation was used by society to judge others. In Inuzuka culture, there was one reputation: Loyalty. If you didn't stand up to that through your actions, you were cast out or killed. Such is the way of the wild. But this young man was no Inuzuka, and owed Gekido no loyalty. But he seemed amiable enough and actually gave attention when the elder male got a bit advisory. That being thought, Gekido nodded his head toward Junko in response.

So naturally, Gekido wouldn't care if the fast mover knew him or not. He would show his character if he judged or not based on it... Course, Junko could be too young to know about Gekido as well. So it really didn't matter~

"Inuzuka Gekido, Leader of the Inuzuka Clan. And I don't mean to brag, or trash your skills, but I didn't get to be Captain of an ANBU tracking squad by not knowing how to track. In my years, I have seen very few people that can match your speed, you just got unlucky and caught the attention of someone with the skills to detect you." he commented, tapping his nose. "Sight may be helpful, but scent is much more powerful. Inuzuka have that ability. Plus, I had Judo here to help me out." said Gekido, scratched the wolf on his side with a clawed hand. Now was that moment when the person realized that he was a famous ex-rogue or not. It was also a time that Gekido often didn't get past. Most people, once learning his name, moved on quickly and left him behind. That also meant he didn't know how to carry a conversation past this point.
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"Inuzuka Gekido, Leader of the Inuzuka Clan. And I don't mean to brag, or trash your skills, but I didn't get to be Captain of an ANBU tracking squad by not knowing how to track. In my years, I have seen very few people that can match your speed, you just got unlucky and caught the attention of someone with the skills to detect you. Sight may be helpful, but scent is much more powerful. Inuzuka have that ability. Plus, I had Judo here to help me out."

"I mean, what are ninja? Sure we are warriors, spies, people; but are we really? No. We are simply tools to be used for the village; to die, to live, to kill for Kumogakure. But this doesn't mean you can go around doing whatever the fuck you want. You have to be cunning-- you have to be wise." Junko said smiling and with a brief pause, he continued. "We are wild cards. The stronger a shinobi gets, the more of a double edged sword he becomes. While he is a greater asset, he is also a greater liability. If he dies, you lose an incredible amount of investment. If he is loyal, you have the ultimate tool. But, if he thinks for himself.... Then you have yourself a predicament, don't you?" Junko said repeating the words that played through his head constantly, a little each day. The same words told to him by the beastly man standing in front of him.

"Tsuyoshi Junko, I'm a shinobi that will live by his own way of life, an individualist so to speak. Living, fighting, to protect my love ones and to be happy. Thanks to you and my sensei, I'm finding my way." Junko said smirking, Knowing nothing about the person standing In front of him. "Now, I'd like to ask you, what's your story? As an Academy Student my hands and fierce blade was stained with blood. Going through a training outside the village were training wasn't training. It was surviving. You told me that you joined the academy to learn how to kill so, how much blood stained your hands and weapons?"

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Gekido smiled ear to ear as his own words were recited back to him. Someone as arrogant as him wouldn't forget that beautiful poetry he spat out earlier in his lifetime. He was surprised that he didn't pick up on the boys scent being that same as that last time. But he was getting a bit on the older side, so he would attribute it to that.

It was good to see those he gave mentoring to, however little, was making headway in this complicated thing called life. At least it was complicated for those in the village. Pretty simple out in the forest for the Inuzuka, kill or be killed. But that's beside the point, the young man wanted to know Gekido's story!? No he wanted to know if he was the only one. If there were others whose past was bloodied. He was looking for others like himself.

"How much blood? You might as well ask how many students were sent to the hospital. My upbringing wasn't like the usual students. I came into the academy ready to kill anyone who got in the way. I joined the corps simply to learn what my clan couldn't teach me, not to fuck around and make friends. So when they told me to spar with other students, I went for the kill. Got drafted into ANBU not to long after, probably for the other students sake. The village likes to think they make the academy tough, it is a cake walk for anyone prepared." Gekido finished with a toothy grin. Good times were those in the academy. When life was simpler. He wouldn't have joined knowing the restrictions of the military in their fulfillment though. "What branch did you transfer into?"
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Junko faced A killer. A natural killer. A man that has been killing since his academy days. "It's amazing. His mindset is truly one of a kind. It's not average to have the instinct to kill." Junko thought listening to Gekido. "The ANBU corporation must be quite ruthless. Rumor has it that they have some of the most intense training to go through. I wonder if it matches up to what Daisuke put me through?" Junko thought as he searched his pockets once more. patting himself Down, checking for his box of smokes.

"What branch did you transfer into?"

"I entered into the Medical Branch, But I'm working on being part of the Sentou Henka to assist the ANBU personnel. I want to be well rounded. Working throughout the medical branch in multiple divisions. Obtaining information in multiple directions. I believe with knowledge, comes power. I can only imagine the training they will put me through. I need to prepare some how." Junko said reaching behind him, digging in his small ninja pouch. 

Pulling out a small scroll, Junko smirked. "I hope they're still in here!" Junko said opening up the scroll. Placing the scroll on the ground. with a bite on the thumb drawing blood. Junko slid his thumb on the scroll and began waving a few hand signs.

Boar

Dog

Bird

Monkey

Ram

Summoning Jutsu! Junko said slamming his hand on the scroll, creating a small cloud of smoke. Lifting his hand As the smoke disperse, Junko seen his box of smokes with his matches. "I knew I put them somewhere! Care for one?" Junko offered, putting a cig between his lips. Scratching a match, Junko set a fiery blaze to his cigarette, Waiting for Gekidos response.  

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Gekido rolled his eyes. The medical branch were a bunch of pansies who couldn't stand up to an enemy in a real fight. At least, that's what he believed. At least the boy had his priorities straight, trying to be well rounded and what not. Working with the ANBU was not easy, but he wasn't going to really be doing what the shadow ops team did. He was a support, a pawn. There was a time when Gekido sent the medical shinobi attached to his unit out to be a decoy. Poor lad died, but the mission remained accomplished and Gekido did not give the young shinobi a second thought. People die. Some sooner than later. "There is power in knowledge, yes, but I've yet to meet someone who can outsmart my claws." he said arrogantly, brandishing his hand before the boy, the claws seemingly stretching before him

Then, Junko appeared to be searching for something, something that Gekido couldn't pick a scent to. As a scroll was drawn, he simply nodded his head and looked out towards one of many horizons.

"Summoning Jutsu!" called the young man. Gekido's head turned quickly with a confused glare, only to be replaced by one of disgust and hate. The wolf man was offered a... cigarette.

Junko lit his own and Gekido rose his hand, flicking at the lit smoke in the boys mouth to knock it to the ground. Secondly he would strike for the box of the tobacco product, trying to grab it and destroy it under a strong grip. "You are not as bright as I thought. Being from the medical branch, I would think you of all people would understand what a disadvantage this places upon you. Your lungs are trash, and that may very well be the deciding factor in a fight to your death. And for god's sake, why the fuck do you say your jutsu out loud? Do that in a mission and you give away your presence, do that in a fight and you let the opponent know what you are using and give them time to react. You have a brain. Use it." he lectured angrily, shaking his head in disbelief. Youth were so... well stupid!
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As Gekido's eyes rolled, it reminded Junko of a female with an bad attitude. It was obvious that the inuzuka disapproved of the medical branch. He might've even despised the branch, but Junko didn't care. Caring about others opinions or feelings really wasn't part of Junkos forte. Long as things didn't get disrespectful,  Junko was cool.

"There is power in knowledge, yes, but I've yet to meet someone who can outsmart my claws."

Gekido seemed as if he was gloating. The beastly mans cocky side had began to show. "He has yet to meet his match it seems." Junko thought glancing at Gekido's ferocious claws. The individual was something else. If one was mistaken, he would even seem intimidating. 

Being Intelligent, cool, calm, and collective was Junko in a nutshell. Until it came to battle. Battle was Junko's heart and soul. It made him who he was. Lighting his cigarette, Gekido faced filled with disgust. "I'm assuming he's not a fan." Junko thought catching  the quick shift in Gekido's demeanor. his hand raising quickly, coming down with a vicious swipe. 

As if Junko had a different personality, he no longer seemed easy going. Taking a small step back, Junko dodged the quick strike at his cigarette. Only ashes being grazed from it's burning tip. As the second strike came, it phased through Junko entirely. His image dispersing upon contact. Creating a view as if Gekido had fanned at smoke with Junko vanishing without a trace.

 "You are not as bright as I thought. Being from the medical branch, I would think you of all people would understand what a disadvantage this places upon you. Your lungs are trash, and that may very well be the deciding factor in a fight to your death. And for god's sake, why the fuck do you say your jutsu out loud? Do that in a mission and you give away your presence, do that in a fight and you let the opponent know what you are using and give them time to react. You have a brain. Use it."

"Your right!" Junko said from a distance, standing upside down on a tree branch above Gekido. His eyes now cold, looking  at the inuzuka, his chakra concentrated at his feet to hold his footing. "Smoking is a stress reliever in my case. I know the risk, I'll stop on my own time." Junko said putting his box of smokes away in his jacket. Pulling the cig from his lips, Junko blew a puff of smoke. "I shouldn't have had my guard down. Was beginning to get comfortable I guess, causing me to mention my Jutsu. Won't happen again." Junko said with seriousness. 

The man before him was still yet a stranger, his capabilities unknown. Yet Junko had began to feel comfortable, but why? Did he have faith he wouldn't hurt him? or simply because the individual had taught him a huge lesson? "Beginning to wonder, what else could you teach me? So I can be prepared for the ANBU corporation. Sure I can help when it comes to healing, but my thrill for battle won't allow me to only patch kids up all day." Junko said putting the cigarette back between his lips. 

Junko wanted power, but power is useless without the proper knowledge. So, What could he truly learn or gain from his encounter with Gekido today? If anything, How would he repay him as well?

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The Inuzuka's glare was unwavering. This boy's speech was young and headstrong in manner. But the Alpha would not argue against someone who did such things to their body, and only made excuses when called on it. Respect was lost due to a simple action.

He wanted to learn about the ANBU so as to be prepared. He wanted more knowledge, and consequently, more power. But Gekido would not oblige, especially when that infernal scent lingered in the air and in his nostrils. It was dampening to his heightened sense of smell. No, there would be no teaching that day.

Gekido shook his head. "There will be no lessons taught today. If you can't handle ordinary stress without tobacco, then you aren't going to make the cut. The ANBU operatives undertake missions where the stress level is beyond anything else in this world. Lives and nations will depend on your actions under pressure. I am not going to give you the gift of my experience if I personally wouldn't entrust you with my life. Sorry pup, but you are on your own." he concluded. Perhaps there was a lesson there somewhere. Or maybe even a challenge for Junko to overcome. Maybe his addiction was a handicap and he liked to challenge himself. Despite all the possibilities, the former ANBU captain was finished.

Judo got up from the reclined position he was in and the pair of them would soon exit stage right.

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"There will be no lessons taught today. If you can't handle ordinary stress without tobacco, then you aren't going to make the cut. The ANBU operatives undertake missions where the stress level is beyond anything else in this world. Lives and nations will depend on your actions under pressure. I am not going to give you the gift of my experience if I personally wouldn't entrust you with my life. Sorry pup, but you are on your own."

Stress was Junko's entire life little did he know. Extra stress would probably have little to no effect on Junko. "I'm on my own." Junko thought, letting the words sink in. "I'm use to it." Junko said, vanishing as the words rolled off his tongue.

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