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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Mission Sunagakure Presents: Two Kings Part 1 - Rise of the Barons [A-Rank Modded Team Mission]

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The passage to the surface was always nerve-racking. The elevator like shoot that carried Shin and his makeshift team of at least one other Jounin and some shinobi of lower ranks caught by on his way to the trek up, jerked and jostled with the sounds of a dying titan. The sharp smell of rust and Sunan oil dilled the air.

It wasnt until the steel doors opened before them did Shin see the results of the attack. He could see the crater before he smelled it.

Ten minutes wasn’t long enough for the desert to reclaim what had happened here. The blast had cut deep into the earth, ripping a crater out of the dunes and exposing jagged rock. Shin let his eyes roam the edges first, cataloging each detail and committing it to memory.

Shin raised his hand to a half bird seal to activate his Mind Thread Jutsu, sharing his thoughts with everyone that joined him at the surface.

`Crater, radius thirty meters, depth ten. Edges collapsed inward, secondary shifts in sand after impact. Likely shaped charge blast based on the shape of the impact zone and lack of debris. `

He stepped closer, grieves sinking into the very sand itself. The heat shimmered off blackened stones, glassy shards glinted where sand had been flash-fused. The smell wasn’t fire, not exactky. There was no soot, no char, but rather it smelled of something acidic, chemical. Controlled detonation, maybe? Someone knew exactly how to mask their signature.

`Residual heat detected, blast no more than fifteen minutes old. `

Shin reached up and touched the air. He rubbed his gauntleted fingers together. The softest sound of residual dust in the air was heard by his trained ears.

`There's a fine particulate haze in the air, makes it an inhalation hazard, masks recommended if you have them. `

His gaze traced outward now, following the ripples in the dunes where the shockwave had rolled. Patterns were uneven, staggered, not natural collapse, but deliberate shaping. Whoever did this knew the terrain as well as any shinobi born here.

`Outer dunes fractured to the southeast. I can onlh assume this blast was channelled. Sole Purpose: block tunnel access, force surface exposure. `

Shin crouched at the rim, fingertips brushing over a shard of melted quartz. Still warm. His ears picked up only wind, no birds, no insects, just the defining hum of silence stretching too far in every direction.

`No scavenger activity. It's unnaturally quiet. I'm assuming whoever did this is still here, lingering about. This may have been a lure into an ambush. Stay alert. `

His eyes lingered on faint grooves carved into the sand at the far side of the crater, shallow, overlapping, curving toward nowhere. He straightened, exhaled slow, and glanced back toward the shinobi filing out behind him. Half rookies, half veterans. Every one of them waiting for orders.

"Break off into small teams, Epsilon Formation if possible, no one is to go alone. "

His eyes surveyed the area. He looked to the highest dune he could find before making a single handseal, causing a large flower to grow and bloom. It stood five meters tall with a sharp contrasting blueish violet hue. His anchor was set. He turned to look at the crew.

"If you can see my Orchid, I will be able to hear any thoughts you send my way. Avoid headset traffic between teams in case this is a set up, we dont want their network to pick up our radio waves. If you cant see my Orchid I cannot guarantee your safety.

Am I clear? "
He says firmly.

after confirming with those with he he nods.

"You have thirty minutes before I expect you all to be here. Don't dissappear, don’t disappoint, don't die. "
 
A path filled in darkness, leading double lives… That was a path of the ANBU, one that Ryota was currently walking. He learned by then that people were often scouted a lot earlier than he was, but he wasn’t alone. He remembered those few lessons while still being in the academy at other times. Double live. He had calmed down a lot when wearing the ANBU mask, masking his personality, but for a teen, that was sometimes troublesome. In his past squad, he was often already a lonewolf. Walking alone and not caring much for others.


Now he stood there, not as the AiT that met this very man, but a regular Genin… At least that was the alternative rank he had besides it. He looked to the man as they went up the elevator. He would 100% recognize Ryota in his ANBU gear, at least if this man had paid attention to that.

Ryota’s eyes would go everywhere once they saw the outside. “Dayum..” He whispered and looked at the crater. On the sudden thought transfer, Ryota wasn’t entirely prepared. He shifted his body away from this man, looking at him. 'Creepy dude in my mind…' he just simply thought while trying to ‘listen’ to the things he said.


He did a lot of stuff in such a short time, so he knew he was lacking something. He didn’t even notice, despite his keen smell, that there was something wrong with the air. He did listen to the man and would grab his air purifier and start to breathe from his mouth instead of his nose. It was a special filter system created by his roommate.

Carefully, Ryota would move a little around, sick of waiting, and let this person do all the work. He activated his byakkugan and looked around a little. ’ Testing one.. two.. three… I think this is on. So I don’t see anything?’ He thought, not sure even if it did or didn’t reach Shin.


Ryota wanted to preserve some of his chakra, so he undid his eyes before he heard the man speak instead of mind talk no jutsu. “Small teams, huh.. damnit,” he scoffed a little and would wait to see if anyone was willing to go with him. He looked at the orchid that he saw growing. ’ I don’t like this flower boy…’ He hated flowers, sorry to everyone who loves them. He would nod once he heard that the question was clear, and wait for someone to come to him to start searching. They had 30 minutes and no headset.
 

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