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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The desert’s eternal howl made a different sound when beating against the hollowed bones of the Toraono Academy. Magnificent and grandiose; the facility that served as home to one of the village’s most prestigious houses was a marvel to the likes of young Jintou. Since joining the Shinobi Academy, Jintou had come to consider the castle-like structure as a second home, however, even after months of exploration, he was certain he had yet to see every chamber it kept tucked away. Perhaps he was lucky; with his dull sense of imagination, he could hardly imagine what potential horrors were locked away for times when students needed a proper challenge.

On this day in particular, Jintou had found his way into a quarry-like dojo somewhere in the lower levels, easily subterranean to the more prestigious halls above. The structure was clearly still obstructed from the cartilage of a carnosaur, and yet additional protection lined the walls in the form of granite slabs in an impossible weaving pattern. Beyond the set of double doors at the chamber’s entrance, the flooring gave way in a slope that led into a vast pit structure. The room was filled with varying forms of minerals as if they had been imported from around the world, or possibly transmuted by powerful shinobi gifted with unique chakra natures. A lot of the stonework around the chamber showed signs of damage, suggesting that shinobi entered this place to wield their jutsu freely at times.

As he entered, Jintou warily attempted to traverse the slope but ended up losing his footing and tumbling down in a steep six-meter slide. At the end of his slide, Jintou wound up pulling his upper half out of the dirt and spit out more than the recommended daily dosage of iron. He swept the dust off of his bare arms, which were clammy with sweat from the moment he left his berthing. A few wild shakes of his blond mop had more granules raining from his knotty curls. The cobalt and ruby ensemble of a tank top and gi with sash were already made dingy from the tumble, but that was all a part of the fun of training with earth-style chakra.

Seeking some inspiration, Jintou dug into a pants pocket and revealed a small, cloudy gemstone, and held it up against the lights embedded into the ceiling. According to Antoku, his journey as a ninja would meet its end once Jintou could transform a clump of stone into a crystal clearer than that gem. Only then would he be ready to return home.

-- Jintou, Third Son of House Oba has entered the thread.

-- Requesting Harupia.
-- Timeline note: Takes place before the
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Harupia sat somewhere deeper within the pit, in between a few of the many large stones gathered there, eyes closed and breathing steady as he seemed to be in a more meditative position. While more often than not he answered the call of the desert whenever he felt the need to train or seclude himself, this spot was also something close to his heart. To think he wouldn't have found it if lord Kuro didint guide him a long time ago.

He remembered marveling at all the large stone and mineral deposits gathered here, watching Shinobi bring them to this place...as he grew, helping gather and move them as well. Marveling at them, honing his craft to maybe one day be able to move and manipulate them. Maybe it is partially in his blood, the sand Element being so closely tied to the earth.

As he sat there in a seemingly calm, meditative pose, what he was doing was a bit more direct. Many of the gathered stones showed signs of fatigue and damage, be it from attempts to manipulate the chunks of it or as being target practice. And every now and then he felt the impulse to work on smoothing out the damage. Now, sitting in front of a large obsidian slab, he focused on the sand around him as it was currently wraped around it, spinning in a constant motion, applying pressure, and slowly grinding out the imperfections he could feel, trying to make it as smooth as possible. A natural process that could take millennia to happen on its own...and a fine way to practice both the precision of his control and the amount of harm it could cause.

While a gruesome thought, some of the enemies they faced over the years were just as gruesome. Even if the Unbent attacks never reached the scale of the full-on assault years back, they were persistent...and sometimes, grinding them to fine dust was the only way to stop them. But he could worry about that later...for now, he had something calmer to focus on...at least until the interruption.

He could hear someone losing control on the long slope down and eating the dirt on the end. Figuratively and literally. He assumed whoever it was, could have heard the unusual sound of intense scraping coming from deeper into the pit. Pausing his work, letting the sand he was using disappeared back into the ground, he moved towards the entrance, gliding over the sand with trained ease.

Once he was there he saw someone, lying on the ground, observing a gem in his hand. At least they seemed ok but he still probably would check. As he moved in closer he would call out „You ok down there? Sounded like a hell of a ride down”. As the shinobi trainee would raise their head they would be met with the deep green eyes and kind smile of Sunaku Harupia, his white cape floating in the air a bit from his movement, with a dark shirt under it, and a pair of white slightly baggy pants to boot.
 

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After suffering the tumble, Jintou had recovered easily enough. However, by the time the gentle sound of a man showing concern echoed out from the distance, Jintou was patting himself down and starting to panic. “Aww come on, I just had it” he lamented, referring to the cloudy gemstone he apparently just lost. He began a futile effort to sift through the sand at the base of the slope but his trinket had vanished as if searching only caused it to sink deeper in the dust pile.

“Oh I’m okay, sir” Jintou answered to the stranger, easily deferring to a respectful surname to the unknown adult voice. It was then that the shinobi in training showed enough perception to hear the disturbance of minerals pressing with the force of actual tonnage. Figuring that his missing nugget would be there when he came back, Jintou drifted towards the sound and rounded a few boulders of similar obsidian. There he found a true shinobi at work: of course, Jintou did not know the fellow and yet he seemed familiar. “He’s someone famous” the boy decided instantly upon seeing the target of Harupia’s focus. Jintou’s guess was a bit off, sure, but he had seen the visage of Harupia Sunaku before, along with fellow staff in framed portraits in the Academy’s central complex. More experienced students and the genin who returned to the academy halls were expected to recognize the staff and show them due respect— but Jintou was too busy being awe-stricken.

“Wow… so this is sand style” he wondered aloud. “I was told that not a lot of shinobi can learn sand manipulation, and masters are even rarer.” As he came forth for a closer look he stepped in a wide arc as to not accidentally get too close and ruin the casters focus on his jutsu. Getting a closer look at the angular features and pools of green in the eyes of the stranger, Jintou recognized the man from the portrait more clearly. Before him was none other than the academy’s own Head Master. “Ah, Master Sunaku— I should have recognized you sooner! “The sand, duh! “Please, excuse me for interrupting, it just seemed like a good afternoon for a bit of practice inside, what with the storm and all.”

Indeed it was. See, on that particular afternoon, there was something of a freak sandstorm overtaking the village outside. It was nothing particularly abnormal, just a typical summer haboob; the kind that made midday resemble twilight. It was instances like that when earth-natured chakra seemed to be bolstered most by the atmosphere. In tune with his surroundings, Jintou felt aware of the shift outside and yet, he felt a tingle down his spine from the chakra nature within that chamber. Was Master Sunaku really that powerful?

“If it’s okay with you Master, I’d like to watch you train… I promise to stay out of the way, but maybe I can pick up some pointers just from following you. “After all, I can’t learn your style— my father says the Oba cannot muster the Wind Element.” The obsidian wasn’t standing a chance and the occasional cracking sound rang out loudly in protest. To young Jintou, the Head Master’s ability seemed incredible, but he wondered how much extra focus was required to make the rest of the room move…

Out from the many alcoves made from stone and debris, everything from pebbles to boulders shifted as chakra swirled invisibly within the chamber. Jintou confused it for Harupia’s power, but there was a disturbance in the midst. The boy was too oblivious to feel the odd pressure so specifically, but to a shinobi well professed in the ways of the earth, Harupia would have likely felt the emission of some sinister earthen chakra rising from below.
 
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"You sound a bit worried...lost something in the way down?" he asked with concern as the Shinobi in training approached him from the side as he still worked over the pillar. He watched him as he seemed to watch his work intently and comment on how difficult the art of sand Jutsu could be. He let himself chuckled as he said "Well, you could say that about all forms of Chakra control. Some will have a natural affinity, for some it will be like trying to catch sand with a net..."

He paused, as there was a spark of recognition in his voice, followed by an apology. He kept his cherry deamnaer as he said "That's fine, no need to apologize. And your right, this seems like a bit of a calmer place to train with the elements. Jintou if I recall correctly?" He asked to confirm his memory wasn't lacking. He didn't have a chance to interact directly with him yet during any class but he did recall him as a student of the academy.

As he asked for permission to observe him, he nodded, though he was slightly concerned as the boy spoke on. Focusing on the obsidian still, making his sand cloud grind it down to shape he said "Not at all, I always enjoy helping others gain more insight. Though, I am slightly curious about you father words, unless that's something you don't wish to speak of..." his voice trailing off as he felt something...the ground is shifting. It was more than his jutsu...something was moving under them.

"It seems you'll receive a more direct demonstration, BRACE YOURSELF!" he shouted, his demeanor hardening in an instant as he stood up, standing in front of the younger Shinobi, waving his hand and the cloud of sand flying forward, passing through him, and just as something popped out of the ground, it collided with the destructive sand attack. An inhuman gurgling came as the thing was grinded down till it stopped moving, while others popped up from the ground around them. Humanid forms, though twisted, wounded, looking as if they shouldn't be alive, but yet they still walked. He wasn't sure if Jintou would have seen them personally or only heard of them from tales, but the Sand user knew exactly what he was facing.

"Unbent"
 

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It was a gift to meet such a shinobi of repute like Master Sunaku, and even more so for someone such as him to seem so genuine. For many shinobi, training was a sacred event best done in private and they’d demand that solitude for the good of their focus and secrecy alike. But of course, when considering the nature of a teacher’s occupation, of course, Harupia was accustomed to having pupils in the training quarry.

Treading forth around the stone blocks, Jintou gave up that chase for his clouded gemstone. The hopefulness that it would simply turn up began to wane and was replaced with a new aspiration to learn under the tutelage of a true master of the earth-shaping styles. He simply waved away Harupia’s interest in the lost object and began to elaborate on Shinsou Oba’s theory on genetics-based bloodline affinity.
“Doctor Saito says it’s not based on any proven studies and therefore nonsense, but my father says that our physical ties to nature and the phases of matter manifested through chakra are predestined by the stars.” He paused to reflect on countless memories of a man who resembled a taller, more stoic and hardened Jintou stargazing with him and his siblings. He passed around a round, metallic instrument with a small lens he called an astrolabe and taught them how to identify the constellations. “It’s complicated, but he said that it didn’t contradict the gifts of bloodline affinities associated with the shinobi clans. The universe exists in a frequency, like sound, and as our world hurls through the stars there are changes to that frequency. It’s like that net you mentioned… when we are born we pass through the net and take shape; that’s the frequency, or pattern of the universe.” He knelt low and scooped up sand into his palms and let it pour out, gradually changing the shape of the cup to let different flows pass through. Any look of understanding from his master at his theory would have brought a smile to the boy in that instance. “Because of my family’s unique abilities, my father saw fit to plan the conception of each of my siblings according to the placements of the stars. It benefits our family most to have members who can manipulate the soil— that aids efforts to find the right stone. “I am of the Auroch, the taurus: a beast of the earth.”

It was more than nostalgia that had Jintou rambling about the wisdom of his father; both astronomical and astrological, fantastic and ludicrous to the traditional academic. In the whirl of his experience in Toraono Dojo, he had hardly found the time to actually reflect on the people who had become so absent from his life. And that certainly wasn’t the time as a quake was unsettling his would-be mentor. Jintou was seated with a comfortable look on his face and his eyes closed amidst his fond recollection. But when Harupia warned of an imminent disturbance, his diamond-orbed eyes opened to see the center of the quarry pit caving inwards towards darkness. The commotion of the ground swirling came as sudden as it then ended and the trap was set.

There was a long seven seconds of silence; enough for you to get a few shallow breaths in while your heart ramps up into a mad beat driven by fear and adrenaline. Jintou froze and stared, dumbfounded, but Master Sunaku knew the very moment an outline of a figure caught his keen vision. One creature; a humanoid but far from a human moved with impossible speed. It clawed at the soil on the pit’s edge with fingers black like soot and hardened to points like an abominable mutation. On it came, moving as efficiently on four limbs as you could on two. It pounced at Jintou, unarmed except for it’s strength to rip flesh from bone, and contorted jaws wide enough to chew plenty of your hide. It had a shrieking battle chant that spoiled the ambition of the heartiest of warriors. Before the beast could impact with the boy it met another collision as a cloud of sand permeated like a mineral swarm for the interception and carried it away before constricting, twisting, and reducing the monster to a sanguine smoothie over the black pit.

But before Jintou could even sing a praise for his savior, two more of the demi-human monsters emerged, this time smaller and much lither than the last… Could they have been children? Perhaps in another time but now they lacked any youthful presence. Gathering his will to survive, Jintou broke out of that frigid pose and took after Master Sunaku in his best attempt at copying. He rolled backward in the soil to avoid sloppy tackles and used the positional change to bring his bident to his front in a defensive low stance. It seemed erred at first, but when the two-prong blade sparked against the earth in a sweep, up sprung a solid wall of stone wide enough to pose a barrier and catch one of the pursuing beastly things. It held a notable force. The sound of impact came with a low crunch before sending one of the unbent spiraling backward. The second one, however, came rushing away, only slightly hindered. Jintou wanted to form a second wall but felt the exertion from the first taxing his body. There wasn’t enough time— he lunged the bident in a desperate play and shut his eyes in fright at the split-second impact. He felt the instrument jerk in his grasp and had to fight to keep it held fast as the creature was not stabbed, only caught by the neck and bleeding between the two prongs.

The pit walls had solidified. Now the numbers were beginning to duplicate as three wailing horrors turned into six, and another, and another. The smaller ones moved faster, likely with a greater strength ratio to their size. To the back of the pack lumbered larger creatures with robust arms and shoulders for the strength to siege man or land. But to the back of this formation settled something different from the rest: a ninth creature whose physical held less of the deformities that had its kin running lopsided. Its body was still in shades of sewage and coal and yet, it’s muscle was exposed, looking corded and rigid. Its head was fully noir with the exception of three motes of light shining from holes in a sunburst orange hue. Something made its chest throb as it stood at the back in place, holding out its arms in a menacing T-pose. Its chest opened, splitting the ribcage in twine and revealing a greater orange glow, power expanding.

Then the horde came faster, efficiently, expediting towards the shinobi pair!
 

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Harupia was never really one to hide much from others. Hell, for most of his life a lot would probably call him a bit of a show-off.
There were a few things he kept a bit more under wraps about the specific nature of his power, but he wasn't as insecure to fear someone might snatch away his secrets.

Whatever the boy seemed to lose along the way seemed less important to him now. He could apricate the enthusiasm. Harupia listens quite closely as the student explained more in-depth why his father claimed the wind element was out of his reach. He had to say it was a bit unfamiliar with the theory presented "I am somewhat familiar with how sound works...not sure about the finer details of it but it seems...intriguing" he spoke those there was a hint of skepticism in his voice. Less so about the theory and its validity, he was more concerned about the idea of planing out a person's destiny since their conception... though sadly enough, it wouldn't be the first time he would have heard about a similar concept.

Heavy implications (perhaps judge to harshly a quick glance) would need to be set aside as the danger arose around them. He managed to handle the first one with little issue, disintegrating the once-living creature and hopefully putting its spirit to rest. But more kept coming, two smaller beings honing in on the student with him, but before he could try to come to his aid, he felt the ground next to him break apart again. Another half rotting body, with the addition of a large, jagged hunk of minerals for its arm, which it attempted to slash at the Jounin. The sand came to his aid, helping deflect the blow as he stepped to the side, and in a fluid motion swinging his palm at the creature and sending it flying with a Taijutsu strike.

He turned around to see that Jintou managed to dispatch one of the tinier unbent that headed twaords him, but as struggling with the other as it pounced at him, held back by the boy's improvised weapon. Before it could lean in to do more harm, its face was smashed by a rock sent up flying from the ground at face cracking speed.

He quickly leaned in closer to the Shinobi in training, watching over him as he asked "Are you ok? Did they hit you anywhere?" though he felt full well they didn't have much time to rest. More of the wretched creatures poped from the ground. In all shapes and sizes...and one of particular note. A less rotten looking one, with a strange crystal bulging from its chest " The one in the back commands them all...with it alive we might not be able to outrun them...But do not fear" as he spoke, he pulled out a scroll from his clothing, while to their side, next to Jintou, a gust of sand formed into a visage resembling the academy teacher, but as if made out of the sand "As long as I breathe, no harm will come to you" turning to give the student a quick confident smile, while standing his ground as the unbent began their charge...while they'd still be outnumbered he had one more thing to tip the scale s a bit more.
 

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Despite the horror in their wailing and the might in their unhinged assault, it appeared that the Unbent wouldn’t easily gain the advantage against Master Sunaku. Surrounded by his favored terrain, he had access to endless ammunition for whatever construct he might design. As for Jintou, it was his first true test in battle; a challenge that would see him slain and fed to the fiends if he separated from the protection of his senior. Of the remaining six earth-crusted troglodyte monsters, a pair of lumbering specimens arrived over the lip of the pit.

“I’ll be okay,” Jintou said with his voice quivering with doubt, likely trying to convince himself more than his partner in the fray. His eyes went wide with awe and dismay as a large unbent came on wielding one of the smaller creatures like an instrument. The lesser Unbent was mangled in its vice gripped claw' its filthy feet dangled, swaying oppositely, positively shattered. The hulking one blurred in a swift movement as it flung the crippled creature like a living missile, sending it back to Jintou to finish their previous tussle. Blood sprayed in a wild spiral as the creature tumbled into Jintou and its lower half split off in a twisted severing. The impact took Jintou off his feet so fast that he went silent down a slope behind them. The force stole the wind from his lungs. He made an empty croak from the force driving him to the earth and entered two struggles: the first to breathe, and somehow more pressing, a woman unaware that she’d recently lost her lower half who was clawing at his throat. It wasn’t hungering in her eyes but hatred, obscene loathing as she got two hands around Jintou’s throat and squeezed. The boy, squirming beneath her, swore his last moment would be staring into the creature’s face, ruined features distorted by lines of corrupt chakra forcing a smile. The white of Jintou’s eyes turned pink as the pressure swelled from blood aching to flow out from the tourniquet grip. How was this creature so powerful? It felt as if his heart had been forced up his throat and split behind each eye. The throbbing was pure agony— it was pain, powerful pain. A crystalline glow emanated from those eyes with a severity that shocked the attack, but not even that could loosen her death grip. With his consciousness fading inward and, Jintou's pain turned faint.

It was the beginning of infinity.
For just a split second Jintou experienced a split from his body into something ethereal. His sight spun images like a film reel reaching it’s end. Eight, sixteen, thirty-two: death multiplying in visions where his light was snuffed by the Unbent’s hands. But then he felt the pull of a thirty-third vision is if it were reality. In the thirty-third chance, he and the unbent halfling fell at an angle where she couldn’t mount him, laying sideways. Still, she found a grip on Jintou but resorted to raking him from behind the ear to cross his face, drawing three red streaks. However, freed from her bind in this altered reality, Jintou clinched the soft soil desperately with his freed hand. As his fingers came together under the gravel, the land around him shook and coalesced. Up came stones and boulders sweeping in a pummeling wave to rip the Unbent creature away. She vanished beneath the spiraling earth until it became a cone pointing at a distant wall. Blackened blood ran like a crude oil slick. “I’m… still okay,” Jintou said weakly, just regaining his lung capacity and popping up from the opposite end of his earthen monument. He, in fact, was not okay.
 
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Harupia breathed in heavily but steadily as he said „Stay calm...this is one of many trails you'll face...and surely come out on top of” as he swiped his finger over the scroll he pulled out, with his sand creating a minuscule cut on it, making his blood smear on the scroll as he moved forward a bit before he slammed it down on the ground, creating a poof of smoke just as the large unbent tosed one of the mangled one twaords them, and three others charged quicker twaords him, two running at full sprint though in a twitchy, staged run, the other crawling through the ground on all fours, gaining more speed than his brethren.

As the crawler pounced at the smoke cloud where its target probably was, it was met mid-air with a different pouncing creature. A large lizard, adorned in regal armor of gold and colorful feathers, grabbing it in its maw and chomping down, trashing to smash it against the ground. Close behind it was the mina target, Harupia charging twaords the two beasts, seemingly gliding across the sand floor right at the sprinting one. They would attempt to attack him, one of them lunging forward, but the Sunaku spun aside to avoid the strike, gliding behind the other one. As it tried to strike him with its dirty clawed arm, which was deflected by a cloud of sand swirling around his arm, before coalescing around the man's hand, a swirling mess of sand and wind forming a ball around his palm before he shoved it at the unbent stomach, the chakra attack sending it flying and knocking the other one along the way.

He glanced up, seeing the academy student struggling with the mangled midget, which was trying to choke him out. With a quick thought, he sent the sand clone fluttering twaords the pair, though with the focus on another target he himself got caught , feeling the clawed fingers on his shoulder and trying to get near his neck as the filthy, partially decomposed creature tried to get at him. Though it was a momentary lapse of focus, with him blocking the stray arm with his own, using his strength to grab the arm clutching him, and managing to toss the offender over his hip. Before it raised up again, its head was smashed by a rock made to move by the shinobis command.

He locked up to see the state of the student… Fdorutnetly enough, it seemed his Clone did not need to intervene. Against all odds, Jintou managed to roll to the side along with the creature, and with a swift attack ends its existence. The sand clone filtered next to it, doing a bit of a spin in the air as if to celebrate the success. As far as clones go it wasn't really able to fool anyone of it being the original, but it was capable of helping fend off any other threats that might come Jintou’s way.

Harupia himself was occupied, as another attack came when he was looking at Jintou. One of the larger unbent, a hulking mess of muscle roaring at him as it tried to smash him into the ground, which he avoided at the last second. Not missing a beat, He moved in the attack, while from the side the large lizard he summoned pounce on the larger target now that it disposed of the small one.

As this went on, the lone Unbent with the crystal stood there, body twitching, hands rising as if to direct more traffic… it would be the main target, as soon as the Shinobi could find an opening to it.
 

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Rubble of bones and stones spread like an unearthed grave as Jintou dug himself out of his own trap. If not for the might of the Headmaster, the boy would have been a proverbial sitting duck. Fortunate to bear witness, Jintou watched as Harupia culled the masses of an unbent horde attempting to encircle him. He could barely watch the fight effectively; one of his eyes was stinging, pinched shut after getting blood in it from the wounds on his cheek. With every budge, Jintou felt the grip of the rubble pile tighten around his legs. It was the result of the weight settling more inward with his every pull of resistance. By the time the boy unearthed his torso, his legs were feeling pins and needles from the pressure, and his arms were turning feeble with exhaustion.

Harupia’s words strengthened his resolve, but the fray still seemed so far away from Jintou. He reached forward, grasping at air with an empty hand until he watched a plume of interplanar steam ripple out in vast waves. Both the headmaster and the unbent vanished in the fog, only to be joined by a powerful and regal reptilian ally. Claws, jaws, and a long tail were battering and ripping through foes in a defiant refusal of surrender. The moment came with a rise in glory, like horns echoing in a hall and the increasing thrum of the joining drum lick. Bearing witness to the excellence, Jintou found hope in the headmaster’s power and knew he’d only get in Harupia’s way if he tried to join the fray.

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And all the meanwhile, the headmaster didn’t lose account of the last unbent, and neither did Jintou, yet their predicaments left them with a vast distance between them and it. All this time it hadn’t moved from that spot, and it waved its arms like the fingers pulling the strings of a marionette. But something was amiss there. The dark core of its coal-tinged frame began to glow a fiery orange, like metal in the forge. The sand at its feet turned to glass. This fiery state was a charge of some kind; its chakra gathered for a brief turn, exactly three-point-five seconds…

The single unbent lit up like a match stick in its own attack before unleashing a blast. Toraono dojo trembled, seemingly budging two centimeters across the face of Sunagakure as a beam focused from the unbent’s chest and flashed like an artificial sun. Jintou’s scream was mute compared to the sound-shattering boom. It could have vaporized them all and yet it whiffed upwards, piercing through the chamber in a clean shot that proceeded several more booms of impact. Once the light faded, smoke and rubble poured down from the wound stabbed into the shinobi academy.
Outside of the castle-like academy, citizens village-wide caught witness of a beam dissipating in the sky, briefly bringing light to an atmosphere darkened by the sepia tones of the raging sandstorm. The whole of Toraono Dojo was left wailing then; an inanimate structure mortally wounded by a deliberate strike. Had this unbent deliberately targeted the foundation of Sunagakure?

The power of the blast had virtually erased the culprit, leaving an abundance of smithereens smoldering where it was last seen, and two feet standing in place, burned off at the shins. With only seconds to intervene, it sounded as if the throne of bone was in danger of collapsing without the intervention of ultimate proportions. Fleeing was futile. The entirety of the Toraono Clan Castle was about to collapse onto them… It didn’t take Jintou’s diamond eyes to envision the catastrophic loss of life only a moment away. It was likely that an entire generation of shinobi and their teachers were about to perish under the weight of a collapsing legacy. A thousand eyes across the halls were looking, and their hearts were racing in tandem, watching, hoping for an intervention from the one man who could prevent the fall.

No pressure.

- The Glowing Unbent has targeted Toraono Dojo with
Supernova with Special Action: Hit!
- Jintou has completed prerequisites for Tutoring thread.
 
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Now that the student was safe, with the additional assurance of his Sand Clone floating over him to assist in case it was necessary, he could fully focus on the enemies at hand. As he dodged the slamming attack of the hulking unbent, he uses his arm to bounce off and fly right at its head, a compressed, swirling sphere of chakra and sand swirling in his hand before being slammed right into its head, with a crushing impact that blew its head right of. Letting himself fall down as the lizard grabbed the lifeless carcass with its jaw and yanked it with a mighty swing, sending it flying and Crushing two of the smaller unbent.

It was going smoothly...almost too much so. The force of the horde that appeared could have easily overwhelmed any Shinobi with less experience, and even for a veteran like him, it took time. Going through the more normal-sized once, making them fell with precisely aimed boulders sent flying at breakneck speed, avoiding the smaller ones trying to choke him, pushing through the remaining Hulk with the aid of his lizard companion...he didint feel endangered, but he felt delayed. And as he felt the surge of power forming around the lone unbent standing, waving his hands like a puppet master, he knew what he was being delayed from.


He attempted to push through, his companion knocking down the Hulking unbent as he rushed at the one at the helm...but it was already too late. The creature gathers its energy in a blazing display, glassing the area around it, the body going up in flames as it let out its blast. One that could easily vaporize him, the student, and everything in range here, even if he were to bring out a shield of sand. But apparently the unbent have become a lot more tactical in their attack.

The searing blast of energy was sent skyward, towards the surface...the Torana Dojo right above them. He could imagine people getting caught in the surprise blast, perishing in a mere moment...he could see in his mind the entire Dojo collapsing and the destruction it could cause. He could see in the corner of his eyes the dust that remained of the one unbent, and the remaining ones coming at him in a wild frenzy. But none of that matters. He needed to stop this from happening. The Unbent needed its time to gather the power to unleash this hell.

As much as he hated doing so, giving in to his own hell was a lot quicker.

There was a mighty roar that came from Harupia, though it was quickly drowned out by the stream of sand shooting upwards. From all around Jinto would see the entire ground rippling, violently surging forward and shooting up where Harupia stood. All the unbent getting caught in the rising wave of sand and being ground up as if they were an afterthought. The wave of sand flew up and slammed itself against the crevice created by the blast. Just as suddenly the blast came, the enormous mass of sand came up flying into the air, creating a foundation surface to stop it from toppling. An enormous amount of sand, which would require an unfathomable amount of chakra to manipulate...but yet there it was.

As this was happening, assuming Jintou (or anyone else) would be looking, Harupia would be nowhere to be seen. If focusing you could see a glimpse of a humanoid form surfing through the sand, but it almost resembled his sand clone form. As if a ghost of the desert was manifesting its power while trying to imitate the shape of a human. It looked irate, wild, but also ecstatic in a way. As if it was enjoying being let loose like this...but also struggling with its own power.

Within a few seconds, there was a cloud of sand, flying and straining to hold up the Dojo in its place.
But sand could only remain solid for a finite amount of time, the foundations needed to be more solid. And within a second of it forming, it started to change. The sand started to look wet as if soaking in water before rapidly changing its form...crystalizing. Stalactites of mineral, shining with an amber hue as they formed, covered the top of the cave, sealing in the hole created by the unbent creature.

And just as the final bit formed, Harupia emerged from the sand, moments before the entire was formed into the crystal foundation to secure the dodge. Dashing out, and starting to fall down in a not controlled free fall. But before any real danger could come, the summoned lizard companion came jumping to his aid, coved in the sand, but alive and well. Catching the man by his clothing with its jaw before putting him on its back, landing safely.

The lizard would start coming to closer towards Jintou, the sand clone now fading away. Upon closer inspection, Harupia looked...alive, but not well. He almost looked as if he was stuck in the desert for weeks, with no water, his skin darkened and dry, his body skinny. Using up the chakra he had, and just enough of his body's water to begin the advanced transformation into the crystal, but to not kill him from dehydration. As the lizard leaned in twaords the student, sniffing and growling at him with slight menace, Harupia raised his head weakly at him, cracking the best smile he could as

„Apologies..this might not have been...the most educational presentation I could have given. But I think both of us deserve a break after that, don't we?” his voice sounding as if it was about to give out. Giving the lizard a gentle scritch on where his hand could reach, it huffed once again, but lowered itself, allowing Jintou to sit upon him if he wished, before heading back up. The sand user would need to explain a lot for sure...and even though part of his mind screamed at him for letting something like this happen… he was also glad he was able to stop it from getting worse.

OOC - What Harupia used here was Elemental Manifestation Lvl3 for Infinite Chakra, unusual use of Sand Tsunami, and a General Mastery of the Crystal Element. Hope it's not too out there. Also unless someone stops me, Exit post :p
 

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Awe-stricken, young Jintou would have likely never seen enough display of prowess and innovation in the shinobi art of the sand release, Saton. The remaining unbent were vanquished, crushed to grease spots within a torrent of earthen might. Without a hint of doubt, this was what it meant to be a master of the shinobi arts: the shinobi who used their power to protect the village. At first glance, the witnesses within Toraono Dojo were bombarded with the smoke and dust of destruction, filling the halls with thick debris. But as the groan ached out, there was the second coming of a force manifesting like a swift wind. By this point, there were more brave shinobi rallying within the halls, assisting each other in various efforts: evacuation or attempts as swift repairs. But as the sand flowed upwards with such speed, the smoke cleared to reveal their salvation. Halls and support beams alike were suddenly bridged by hardening sand constructs. Perhaps even more incredible was the precision, as students and alumni swept into the flow found themselves spared by the sand spirit’s grasp. The end result was a vein of precious amber running through the Throne of Bone from end to end, a feature that would only be refined by artisan crafts ninja for the years to come. Sounds of relief and celebration began to break out through the halls by those who recognize their timely salvation.


As the dust settled, residual ripples from Harupia’s final push freed Jintou from his earth trap. Wary of any unaccounted-for Unbent, Jintou cautiously approached the Headmaster and his reptilian comrade. Quietly, the boy marveled and the might and kindness of Master Sunaku; a shinobi who embodied the traits he saw as idyllic for a ninja. His father had told him that he could never harness the power of saton, and that was okay, but Jintou found himself feeling driven to one day possess anything like what he saw from Harupia that day. He was going to double down on his studies and strive harder to be a shinobi who protects others with the power of the earth release, Doton.
Even Harupia’s animal companion was incredible… There was a summoning brand singed onto Jintou’s arm like a tattoo from the day he encountered the Jabberwocky, and yet, Jintou had never tried to call upon that omniscient, draconic lizard in fear of death.

“Are you serious?” Jintou balked at the apology from his educator and couldn’t have disagreed more. “That was incredible Master Sunaku! You were like booooom and then cruuuuush...” The sound effects came with grinning, flailing action gestures, and lasted for a good minute. “But you have a point, I think it’s about lunchtime and I’m on a first-name basis with the lunch lady now so… things are getting pretty serious.” He looked aside with a blush but it quickly faded. “She slides me an extra honeybun every day— says I should eat more, but little does she know I’ve been giving them to my pet flytrap, Yoshi.” Jintou kept up the childish banter, eager and happy as he began a limping exit from the training ground with the Master of Saton and his cold-blooded company. Despite the happy ending, the pair had narrowly skirted by catastrophe facing the Hidden Sand’s core, that day. If not for the power and precision of a hero in the right place and time, the future of the hidden sand would have taken a crippling blow, likely claiming hundreds if not thousands of young academy cadets and instructors alike, as well as the famed Toraono clan. Words would have to be had, reports made, and considerations made as their looming enemy revealed the potential to reach far in their plans. With forthcoming plans to take the fight into Terminus, Master Sunaku and his squadmates would have to be mindful of more elaborate schemes than previously anticipated.

- Jintou has left the thread.
- This was a thrilling RP Harupia. Thank you for taking part in this tutor with me, and for soldiering through this so quickly.
Let's start another thread again soon.
 
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