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 Thousand Knives of Mochizuki Komora [Open]

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She couldn’t sleep. Instead she lay in bed, her mind going a thousand miles per hour as she stared up at the ceiling of her room. Sonoko had cleaned out the dust, but otherwise everything had been left as she had left it. Hundreds of pictures of knives and swords were tacked to the walls. Komora’s own gear was laid out neatly beside her in a pleasing pattern. She stood up on the futon and she looked down at the several hundred kunai and shurikens all laid out on the floor. Somehow the kunai made of ink had survived all of this time… even when Tomo hadn’t been here here for just as long as Komora. She really was just like the twins. They had vanished for so long and she had too. It was just such a normal thing among the Mochizuki’s to disappear for months.. Years… at a time. Why would they bother? They knew their children would always come home here.

This place was a lot of things to her. In the beginning she had struggled so hard to connect with the outside world she grasped onto the first concept she was able to understand. She tossed the ink kunai across the floor and began to fill her kunai and shuriken holsters with the weapons laid across the floor. The floor was left spotless when she was done save the ink kunai. She walked over to the dresser and searched through her things. She briefly held up the outfit she had worn on stage so many years ago. Hmph. It was too small now. She dropped it to the side.All of these clothes were too small. Only the clothes that Akio helped her buy fit.

She turned to the new clothes and looked through everything Akio had helped her purchase. Her father had been a little peeved at the dog’s spending of his money without his knowledge, but when he learned that Komora had returned he and the rest of the Mochizuki felt that the price was just right. They heard the tales of what Komora had become and many of them felt shocked to their core that they had let this go on for so long unwittingly. Tama and Tomo always came back. Komora would too. That was their line of thought.

Clothes soon piled up onto the floor until Komora found something… suitable. It was a black dress. The sparkles were fascinating and the smooth silk of the material was pleasing to the touch. She looked at the Vanity mirror. Her practical clothes were discarded and in their place was the black dress. It had no back and no sleeves, but it was more than just a bodice attached to a skirt. The top covered her front and became a collar that one pulled over the head in order to keep the whole mess from collapsing to the floor.

She looked at her lumpy figure where her holsters weren’t hiding themselves inside of the dress. She didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t right. The dress came off and then so too did the holsters. She grabbed the ink kunai again once she finished organizing her weapons on the floor again. She used the ink of the kunai from Tomo to draw the summoning sigil on the floor around the weapons, and then on each wrist the corresponding seals.

The Ink Kunai had finally been spent. With a reluctance she ground the ink into non-existance. She closed her eyes as she waited for a minute or two before the ink dried. The dress came back on. She began to brush her red hair until it was perfectly smooth. Then she lifted a kunai. She formed a half seal and a miniature fireball seared the metal. Then with all the caution that only someone like Komora could she curled her hair using the hot kunai’s ring.

As she looked at the Komora in the picture she wondered what was missing still. She opened the vanity drawer as she searched for something. She didn’t know what until she found it. Her make up kit. Chou once had helped her put this on for her shows back before...everything. So much wasted time… She couldn’t waste anymore. She lined her lips with red and painted her lashes dark. Her eyes were shadowed and her cheeks were reddened. She put everything back into its place. Without another thought or word she walked out of her room into the silence of the night. It was quiet, and this time was one of the rare times the troupe wasn’t busy with some activity of their own.

Her black dress sparkled in the moonlight while she walked into the big top.She walked through the throat of the beast into the gullet where she stood in the center ring. Some of the targets were still here from the show the night before. Her hands caressed the seals on the opposing wrists. Two kunai came into existence in her hands. She twirled them in her hands before throwing one at a target she couldn’t even see. Bull’s eye. She didn’t even need to look. She could feel it.

The circus had taught her to throw knives. She had been so excited then. She twirled the second kunai and sunk it into its mark Akio was right though. She had only ever made one decision of her own when she ran away to the forest. Sometimes she missed just living that way. People were too complicated.

Two more kunai’s found their ways into her hands. She had just been happy to connect with someone at the time. She didn’t understand a lot of the social rules of the world. Words felt like slippery water. Two more knives into two more targets. 5 kunai found themselves into either hand. Did she even like sharp things? She threw all 10 of the kunai into their targets.

She hadn’t ever thought about it until she had nearly been the death of Chou. She realized the danger that these weapons posed and what they could do. She had given them up so easily then. And now, 10 more kunai in each hand. She had picked up the Inuzuka fighting style because Akio taught to her. Regardless of whatever he had to say he did teach her and he knew what he was doing. She had enjoyed every moment of it but now… she hadn’t even been thinking about it. She was just happy to talk to someone who had the patience to talk.

Some of her kunai hit their targets. Others just dug into the ground. It hadn’t been her decision. 10 more kunai appeared in either hand. When she came back to the academy Akio wanted her to keep the Inuzuka techniques a secret since the clan didn’t like sharing it with others. So she had gone back to what she knew, kunai and shurikens.

She had been so excited to learn about everything. She picked up anything any body told her but now… Akio had left her to find her own way and for the first time in her life she was genuinely thinking about what she wanted. She threw one hand’s worth of kunai directly up into the air and then the second group of kunai met their opposites. All of them changed directions and landed square in the center of the targets that were scattered everywhere. Did she even like Kunai and Shuriken?

Akio demanded to know why she wanted to be a kunoichi. Ten more kunai appeared in each hand.She had just been doing it because he had told her to. It was his idea for her to come back to civilization. She couldn’t fathom why the dog had turned on her. She was just barely beginning to understand. She tossed one hand of kunai into the air. The second hand’s kunai all hit the other kunai’s in the ring. The kunai’s spun around in the air before the second kunais caught slipped out of the rings and were flung in a different direction.

All of twenty of them found targets. Why did she want to be a kunoichi? It was the dogs Idea after all. She hadn’t realized it when she was younger, but despite being a circus family, all of her siblings were ninja. It wasn’t just Tama and Tomo. Sonoko and the others were all ninja. She hadn’t realized how sneaky Sonoko was capable of being. She knew how to take advantage of everything when the opportunity presented itself.

Komora ten more kunai found their way to each of her hands. She extended her arms back as if to throw...but then she suddenly dropped her arms to the side and let the kunai fall from her palms onto the floor. The metal scattered and slid while she lifted her hands up to her face so that she could look at the effects of years of fighting and surviving in the forest.

“Komora will find her own path...” She whispered to herself. She suddenly felt very cold. She turned to look at the entrance of the big top flapping in the wind. A sudden draft was kissing her bare arms and back. She could of course come back to the circus. They would no doubt love to see her here. Was a shinobi supposed to have something to protect? What was the driving force of being a ninja? Duty? Family? Pfft - honor?

She didn’t know what she was supposed to feel or for what motivation would be appropriate for her to fight for? She gritted her teeth and began as torrent of kunai began to form in her hands as she juggled them in the air. The kunai’s being juggled began to be flung into the targetes in a stream just as consistent as the whirling torrent that were twisted before her. Why was Yuii a kunoichi? Or Shouyu? Tama, Tomo, Osu, or even the raikage, Ayumu? Why did any of them do what they were doing? Did they even choose their paths or did some strange other dimensional beings make the choices for them so that they could be entertained by the struggles of mortals?

Komora had never cared about any of those things. The Torrent began to loose cohension as the steady stream of kunai stopped feeding it from Komora’s seals. Finally she stood with nothing in her hands, but a kunai was virtually coating every target in the ring. She caught her breath. She didn’t even realize she had been breathing hard.

Then it hit her. She did have something she wanted to protect. Her own independence.
A look of amazement crossed her face as she grew more excited at the thought. Despite everyone’s doubts, she would choose to be a shinobi for her own sake. She would earn their respect and her own freedom. Kumogakure didn’t like people who were challenged mentally to be in the military force. So what? She would become a shinobi because she wanted to and she would use kunai because she wanted to. They wouldn’t be able to stop her. She had made her own choice. “Komora will become a ninja because she wants to.” She raised her arms up high and bowed to no one in particular.
 
"Dammit . . . she isn't here either," she silently cursed her luck as she finished checking the big tent. But before she could make it to the exit, none other than the girl she was looking for approached from outside, having apparently changed into a sleek looking black dress since leaving the academy.

"Oh shit!" she silently swore as she dived to the side and hid in the shade outside the ring of targets. From her secluded vantage point, she observed the girl's rather impressive prowess with kunai.

Then, Komora whispered to herself and paused. Although she had no idea what was said or why it affected the girl the way it did, but Otome knew all too well that dreadful feeling of defeat; before she joined the academy, she had thought of submitting to death's embrace more than once. Her concern for the girl faded though as she discovered a newfound resolve, ending with a declaration of why she would be a kunoichi.

"You got it kid!" Otome silently cheered as she slowly clapped her hands before emerging from the shadows.

"And here I was worried about whether or not you'd actually get that," she said with a smile. "All anyone needs is a reason and the potential to do great things and they will."

She brushed her hair back with one hand before sizing up Komora.

"Before I get ahead of myself, my name is Otome. It is nice to meet you, Komora."
 
Clapping. Steps. Komora raised her head and lowered her arms to the side. She could feel the sweat drip down her back until is mingled with the hem of the dress at her waist. As the 16 year old spoke there were a lot of things Komora wanted to say. She was already filled with a great deal of emotions but ultimately none of them were able to escape her mind. Her face relaxed into her perpetual neutral blank expression as she couldn’t figure out what way she was supposed to present herself to the new comer. The other girl introduced herself as Otome.

The red head turned to face the blonde. She picked up the girl’s scent which was every bit as lovely as her appearance. There was something about her appearance that bothered Komora. She didn’t understand what it was, but part of was agitated by the way the woman seemed to fill out her clothes. “Mochizuki Komora. Nice to meet you.” Her response was bland and empty, and more something of practice than any sort of obvious emotion. Inwardly Komora was curious who this person was and why they were here in the big tent at night. She knew that daily people came for the show but in the early hours of the day it should be empty.

Since there was a show last night, they had at least an hour before the staff would be back to prepare for the next day’s show. However this conversation went it would have to conclude before such a time.
 
A moment of awkward silence lingered in the air between the two girls. Although Otome herself could maneuver any sort of social situation with the right mixture of finesse and force, Komora at best seemed bland in her ability to participate in this particular dialogue.

"Well, this is new," the blonde thought to herself as she sighed before addressing Komora again.

"So you're Komora, eh?" she confirmed the information she had just been granted as she paced in a small line before the kunai specialist. "Akio and Hoshi have told me quite a bit about you; Hoshi in particular seemed to be worried about you after that incident at the academy's cafeteria."

She paused in both speech and movement before turning to face the other girl, her smile replaced with a look of concern.

"That's why I'm here; to make sure you are alright," she explained. "Are you?"

[MFT: 148]
 
Komora blinked at Otome’s reason for coming. She ”Komora is not hurt.” She began to pick up the kunai that she had thrown about the entire area. The thought that she would be injured… that didn’t even make any sense. Hoshi knew that she was not injured so it didn’t make sense that he would think so. Her mind was running a hundred miles an hour. She just couldn’t wrap her head around something so bizarre. She looked over and saw that Otome was still there. She wasn’t sure why though. Her objective had been completed. Komora paused, with two handfuls of knives in her hands.

She tilted her head curiously at Otome. ”Why are you still here? Do you want to help Komora clean?”
 
One, two, three, four...

One, two, three, four...

A sigh of utter boredom seemed to pass pink tinted lips in the moonlit night, a head tilting in the shadows of the sleeping world. A figure trudged through the rocky path with littered patches of grass without purpose, bearing their kunoichi uniform for Kumogakure. With little care evident in her very body language, the woman just mindlessly kept walking. There was nothing for her to do now after her duty was fulfilled, her messy hair bouncing with each lazy step made closer to the unknown. Despite the neutral expression the Genin wore on her pale features, behind those walls was a soul constantly fighting a battle of life or death.

The thoughts were back.

The shadows of their words were attacking the depths of her mentality, from top to bottom choking her subconscious. Each word would snuff out any and all sense of confidence, positive energy, self-worth... Sora constantly struggled with her own worst enemy every single day in her life, a battle that she knew that she would eventually lose one day. Ocean blue eyes that hold the softest hues of pink seemed to gleam right before they glazed over, losing a hint of their vibrant color as the thoughts began to grow more vicious.

You are nothing.

You will never be anything.

Just give up now. No one would miss you.

It was then Sora felt herself twitch in sudden shock when two different voices of varying origins tore her away from the mental war. Stuffing pale and dry hands into the comforting space that was her pockets, the blonde let out a dry sigh as she regained her once off balance composure. It was second nature to hide her true self, a talent that she didn't dare to live without. With a shift of her orbs to her right, the woman began to quietly make way towards the sound while on the tips of her toes, knowing that one couldn't ever be too careful. With a careful tilt of her head it wasn't until two figures that were obviously feminine came into view, and Sora relaxed.

She was wondering why she even made the effort to look.

With a rub of her head and a lazy sigh, the woman muttered to herself. "What a drag...", and with a sigh she revealed herself to both individuals in the open, noticing all the strewn about kunai and shuriken among the world's floor. "Uh... Did a war happen here or something?", Sora said with a slight tone of sarcasm mixed with humor.
 
Otome blinked a few times as her metaphors were lost upon Komora. It was baffling to the blonde teenager just how much of her message was wasted; in fact it unnerved her. But regardless of how she worried about the girl, she would have to find another method of translating her words at a later time.

"That's not what any of us meant . . . " she said with a sigh. "But yes, I'll help you clean if you want me too."

Yet before she could pick up a single kunai, another girl entered the tent, this one evidently more fluent in social nuances than Komora. Otome opened her mouth to reply with an just as jovial jest, but before she spoke she glanced over to Komora and wondered just what her reaction would be if she had said that there had been a war.

"Nah . . . " the voluptuous vixen replied honestly yet casually. "Sure looks like it though, right? Would you like to help us?"
 
”Circus’s are for performances not wars.” Komora rested her hands on her hips as she looked over the new arrival with a suspicious eye. She turned her head and looked at ANBU lady as well. ”You can help Komora pick up Kunai. Over there!” Komora pointed to the other side of the big top.

”Both can help clean. You over there too.” She told Sora, as she pointed to the edge that she had pointed at for Otome as well. Komora began to pick up a few more kunai before stuffing them back into the seals on her arms. Then she got an idea. She pulled out five needles and attached thin wire to them all. With a single flick and with some manipulation of the wires she had them fly through every single Kunai hoop on her side of the tent. Then she pulled the wire back and fed it into the seals.

It was like some kind of deus ex machina final boss scene where all the damage done got sucked into another portal like the Avengers movie. There were no kunais left on Komora’s side now. She looked over at the others to see how they were doing.
 
Otome nodded as she motioned for Sora to help her with retrieving the kunai from the opposite side of the tent. Despite her familiarity with the projectile knife and the assistance from the other 'guest', Komora's ingenuity, proweess, and affinity with both Ninjutsu and projectiles proved to be incredible as she sealed away all of the discard weapons on her side of the tent.

"Well . . . damn . . . you sure made that look easy!" Otome joked. She then looked at the three kunai she herself had managed to pick up before Komora's amazing feat. "I feel like I'll just slow you down at this point," she admitted as she walked the few kunai over to Komora, ready to deposit the three into one of her seals.

"Besides, I don't want to delay the upcoming show," she confessed as well before making her way out of the big top.

[Topic Left; again, I'm sorry for dragging this out Komora]
 
Komora nodded as she watched Otome leave. She used her same trick with the senbon and the wire to gather up the remaining knives on the other side. "Just have to be creative." She told Otome as her seal slurped up the remaining kunais. Once they were all gathered up she too needed to leave. She waved at Sora. "bye bye" As she made her way out of the tent.

[exit]
 

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