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.

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Inuzuka Ren

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The way that this night had been progressing it was painfully slow. Shion kept tossing from the side towards the side and eventually kept looking towards one of the beams below the house. He bit his lip hard for a time but not hard enough to draw blood. “C’mon… sleep…” and with that being said towards himself in a demonic language he tossed once more. But sadly this student didn’t get any sleep at all. He did however see how the stars were getting covered by dark clouds. “Hng..” He mumbled in his makeshift bed and looked towards the street. He kept in his little hideout till the morning arrived and often those who actually meant trouble would start to sleep.

Slowly he started to get ready to go through the day. A piece of a cracked mirror kept him to look straight to the spots on his cheek. He stuck out his tongue once more and saw the mark… He scratched that symbol in the wood and had a good start towards it. ‘If they don’t give me the answers… I will have to get to them myself..’ The class had meant little to him now that he thought about it and just a moment later he would get up and start to walk.

The scents and everything was a welcoming one, the one of fresh-baked bread by the nana around the corner… He knew how good she baked and what she did with it, not even for her own consumption but sharing it away with others or even selling it off. ‘Really hope she will have a life to grow old on…’ He would think and shake his head at the offer of bread. He wanted to go to someone else who was hungry because he had a knot in his stomach, so eating anything was really hard at this point.

Slowly he made his way further, it seems like people moved out of the area after not buying the gas leak explosion anyways… It was remarkable to see it was left in the state it had been. Slowly he made his way to their old front door. Just the door frame was standing there, no door, no nothing. The living room was where it all had happened. The big empty place where they had 1 kitchen block to cook on… Everything was left as it was and moments later, his eyes noticed something. Around the middle of the living room was almost where a bomb would go off. There were dark stripes coming from the middle. ’ That was where the vase was smashed…’ He would walk near it and let his hand rest on it. He noticed the place had been cleaned of the bodies but that the vase remnants were gone too. ’odd…

It was that he got towards their old bedroom, that he saw a flashback back to the day. The mask that the other wore was a plain white one… ’ ANBU’s… do not have plain white ones...right?’ He thought to himself and as he wanted to exit the place, he noticed something in the corner of the room. ’ T-that is!’ he stuttered in his thought as he got close towards the shard. “Knew it!” he spoke out loud in demonic and grabbed the piece of the vase. He had recognized the mark on it as that vase was still inscribed to his mind. It was just a moment after that he grabbed the shard that he felt a sharp pain in his head and moments later he found himself somewhere else.

As he turned around he saw another version of himself, slightly longer hair, dark red eyes that seemed to be glowing somewhat. The marks were there so he knew it was himself. “I am trying to protect you…” It spoke in the same tongue as him and this was something that was so off. Shion found himself taking a step back. His eyes were big as he stood there frozen in place. “I am trying to protect you…” It muttered once more and then it went black once more. He woke up in the streets, his hand still held the shard, but he had squeezed so hard that he was left with a few wounds in his hand. It was only now that he realized the pain and let go of the shard. His hand dripped blood, but he was too occupied with his mind to fix that hand now. He would grab the shard and place it in his pouch. “I will learn what happened back there… to what I am now..” he would mutter and run towards his safe place. He would first try to patch up his hand by trying to clean it with the water from the pipe and then bandage it up with his one remaining bandage... With no money to buy new ones, he was left with a predicament, but that was something for another time.

It was the day after that he went towards the library of Konoha. He knew a bit how to read and write… so he would try to find his own way. He went there 2 days, his hand bandaged up but every book that could hold any answer still didn’t seem to be answering any of his questions. After having a drawing made of the shard he still got empty-handed when asking people about it. Well… asking? He had written his question down on the paper as he showed it to people.
Once more he went to his sleeping place and he would try to turn in for the night. Yet that image of himself was still stuck in his mind, why did that represent itself when he was just looking at the shard, holding it... Even when he held it now, there was no other him no something going on.

He got little sleep that night and at class the next morning he didn't even have his mind with it. Getting him sent out of class. He used this time to try to get further with his workings. Yet as he arrives at his 'home' he found a note. ". . . " The boy was in a bit of a shock after reading it... but he had set his mind this time. He would go there and find it.

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