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.

Private The Village at a Glance

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They were close enough to the sky to almost touch the stars. Uzi dressed in a red suit and red tie. The jacket of the suit was left open, revealing a red vest that was buttoned up to the top. Yeah gate duty was over, but watching over the village was more than just a past time. He often came up to the Tower alone on night's that he couldn't rest. It was always the same thing keeping him up. The thoughts of Kiri. He knew he'd talk to Raizo about it when the Kage had time, but he didn't want to bother the village's leader when he had other things to deal with.

"You can see everything from up here." Keeping the thoughts of Kiri from his mind, he focused on the one that came from Kumo, Siu, of the distant land of the clouds. He couldn't recall much about the place, as his memories of being a mercenary as a kid were scattered. His facial expression read that he was in deep thought, but he would continuing showing Siu the different venues of Suna. They were atop the Kazekage's Tower. Located on the octagon building's highest platform. They were on the rooftop, near the image of Primus The King, a statue Uzi would have to ask about as he didn't know the history behind it himself.

"One of my favorite places to frequent is the Commercial District." With his hands in his pockets he moved closer to an edge of the rooftop. He nodded towards the area with the bright lights lit up at such a time. "Even if it's early morning, just before sunrise, they have all kinds of restaurants open. Small shops that sell almost everything. They even have little bars and such where singers, dancers, and all of those talented perform on stage. The streets stay crowded with people running from shop to shop. That place has never let me down if I ever needed a break from duties."

Uzi looked Siu in the eyes as he continued. "I've never brought anyone up here before, so please excuse me if I get lost in thought." Usually silent on such nights, Uzi looked back down at the village. "This is probably one of my favorite spots in the village." From at the top of the tower, one could see past even the village's gates into the sandy desert that seemed to go on as far as the night's sky. "Any place that you're looking for, maybe a good place to train, or just a place to relax, I can point it all out from here."

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Almond hues, radiant with intrigue onlooked below. The village lights. The heavenly view. And relentless sun finally departed; leaving temperatures the Kumogakurian felt well more adapted to: Everything coalesced to an experience of perfection.
To stand atop the very Kazekage tower, the foreigner felt guilty in a way; as if breaking some unwritten crime. Even at home, she’d not been granted a single opportunity to stand atop the tower of her own Raikage. A privilege she’d neither unappreciate nor forget. The most would be made of it.
Focus fixed upon the district described with surprising detail. Without second guess, the kunoichi resolved it: The Commercial District definitely had to be the next visit by morning—or afternoon—depending whether she’d indulge in more sleeping hours following tonight.
Even if the magnificent sight hadn’t been spread below, Sunagakure in all its glory, her distance from the stars honestly proved good enough in itself. Like a depiction from the page of a fairy tale.
Eyes reciprocated regard as the ANBU divulged.

“Then I’m honored to be the first,” she’d not hesitate to make known with an unreserved smile. “No apologies needed. “Believe this’ll become my favorite spot in Suna as well.”

Upon the extension of guidance, attention returned below, perceptibly giving thought. They’d scan here, then there, features solemn. A slight curl returned to her lips as she’d look back up.

“What’s your favorite style of music? Maybe play?” she’d inquire. Which, despite some degree of relation, really addressed little of the extension at all: Like one inquired whether they’d like dessert by a friend suddenly proposing a cafe outdoors.
“In Kumogakure we have a district named Susukino - Very similar to Commercial. Expensive, of course. Very artistic as well. Always been a fan of traditional music and plays—especially involving shamisen.”
Amidst speech, the male’s attire for the night would become another object of focus.

“By the way - fancy dressed for ANBU, ain’t you? Makes me feel kinda unclassy,” she’d remark half-jokingly.
 
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"Any play or music that has a meaningful story to tell." Uziuke smiled, reminiscing on the many stories that music gave him. As Siu mentioned his clothes he looked a bit surprised. He didn't expect such a question, but what he wore did draw attention. "This?" Uziuke looked to the clothing on him as if he'd forgotten to dress. "It's just my normal attire." Uzi dressed his best on the daily.

He thought back to his younger years. "When I was younger, I didn't have much to wear. Sometimes I didn't know what I would put on the next day." Uzi's cheeks flushed red, a bit embarrassed to share of his past.

"But I feel as though I've come a long way from the person that I was. When I learned what I was truly worth as an individual, I began to dress the part." His teenage years taught him a lot in life. He learned that he wasn't just a tool, but an actual shinobi contributing to a society that accepted him. He chose to honor his commitment to the village, and shine accordingly each and every day to remind himself that he was someone.

"In Suna, I'm a somebody. A shinobi that was recognized for taking a shot at serving the village. This is just my service uniform, aside from my ANBU gear." Finding himself thinking of his past, he would ask Siu what her village meant to her.

"What is it like growing up in Kumo? Uziuke looked to Siu. It was likely that he could have joined any village when making his travels trying to find his new home. Yet, he ended up in the Sands. He felt that there was a reason he was here instead of one of the other great shinobi villages. He awaited that answer, unsure of what he'd find when he strolled into Sunagakure. "What made you want to become a shinobi of the Cloud Village?"
 
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Attentively, she’d hear his response. The answer regarding his favored music and play, simple, yet admirable. For what were melodies without a story to portray? Simply sounds, however pleasing to the ear.
A hint of sadness touched her features whilst the ANBU revealed pieces of his youth. Though born relatively well off, empathy wasn’t distant. She’d not experienced poverty in the village—yet Marshland taught her its bitter understanding.

“To be somebody, and dress the part,” Must be nice, followed the somewhat envious thought. “The outer reflecting the inner - I applaud it.”

He’d stated it so proudly. Yet, in honesty, it’d proved difficult to distinguish his words as true realization, or what she’d individually coined—‘service delusion’. For, no few shinobi in Kumogakure might also mention beliefs similar; under a system she’d viewed designed to blind and brainwash, until nothing remained of the individual but an obedient tool to be utilized and discarded by the government; a marionette submitting to the Master’s every pull.
Which is why, upon his second inquiry, the kunoichi’s face wrinkled into a frown; as if experiencing something of an insult. It’d not been his fault, of course: Just a curious mind, asking a genuine curiosity.

“Didn’t want to become a shinobi,” she’d disclose to correct, features gradually recovering to neutrality. “Wanted to become a novelist, like my father.”
A wordlessness followed, eyes turned aside as one typically does amidst thought afore response.
“You’ve been open with me, so I’ll return - But what’s said tonight stays between us.”
Given Kumo ANBU likely weren’t lurking around every corner here, the Kumogakurian hadn’t felt a wariness to feign nationalism. After all, what would someone from Sunagakure care whether some foreigner exhibited pride for their homeland or not?
She’d just been a passer: A face seen one day, then forgotten the next. So long as this ANBU kept his lips sealed, which impressions led Siu to trust, a problem shouldn’t have been posed. And, in honesty, even if he hadn’t—would it really have meant much?
“It’s a textbook worth of history, so won’t drown you in it; but, in short, our country doesn’t have many chakra capable like I’d assume here or Hi no Kuni. Strange genetic disease - defect, or whatever one might call it - afflicting the land. Even as I talk about it, seems all the more odd. But a shinobi village needs shinobi.
So there’s a system in place—one called the Chakra Potential Screening Service. Or CPSS for short. A division seeking out chakra capables countrywide among the kind of ‘famine’, and enlists them—willingly or unwillingly. Yea - I was one of the latter.”

Another stop followed; both to allow the woman further opportunity to gather thoughts, and also to avoid overloading the man with too much information all at once.

“Kumogakure as a village is one beautiful,” she’d seemingly backpedal a bit, considering her opening may’ve brought on too negative an impression, “Full of culture, art, and wise thinkers. “So, as a visitor, you’d certainly enjoy it. Amazing cuisine, plenty of local alcohol brands to choose from—and great quality. How much longer it’ll remain an actual village to visit though—I don’t know.
“For villagers, it probably feels much the same. But for shinobi, these days, too much has changed. Political discontent, rank numbers the lowest in history, and a loss of - honestly, I don’t even know what to call it. Honor, maybe. People just feel... colder. As if some bloodlust has degraded their minds among the difficulty. In a word—our village is going backwards.”
 
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Uzi nodded, looking towards Siu once more, but this time wearing a smile. It seemed that she understood why he chose to wear the clothes that he did. "The name's Uziuke, nice to meet you Siu." Finally introducing himself, Uziuke figured this one was someone that he could get acquainted with. He learned not to trust everyone, but those that he did meet, and ended up liking, were the ones he could be himself around. He felt a bit more comfortable as he continued to listen to the woman.

Though that's when he noticed the Chuunin's frown. The question of being a shinobi in Kumo might have brought back bad memories. Uzi was about to apologize, but her answer spoke volumes to the messy white haired Uchiha. She didn't want to become a shinobi. Uzi was at a loss for words, unable to grasp such a concept. Was Kumo really that tough on their shinobi? He couldn't think of a reason as to why she felt that way, but he could feel the emotion coming from her. Everyone had their own walk of life, and Uzi respected that.

She asked Uzi to keep silent about what she was about to say. With a sincere expression, the boy motioned with one hand a zipping motion across his lips, as though he were zipping his mouth shut. The information that Siu divulged caught Uzi off guard. He looked up to the stars, unable to express how he felt at the moment. It only made him want to visit Kumo to help out, but Suna was in enough trouble as it was. First Kiri, then Suna, and now hearing of Kumo made the boy realize that it wasn't just his own home that had problems, but almost all of the shinobi villages were going through a tragedy. The only place he hadn't been to was Leaf, and he heard that it was the home to the Uchiha Clan. He wanted to learn of his ancestors, but he feared that going there, he would only learn that the lands there were suffering as well.

After hearing her truths, Uzi tried to find the words to calm her, or relieve her in some way, but he couldn't find them. Instead he moved over to the woman, and decided to reach out to give her a caring hug. It was something that he needed himself as well. He'd stay silent, only moving away if she rejected his hug, or after she regained her composure. He knew it was tough to share something so deep.

Uzi realized he wasn't totally truthful to the woman before him. He sighed before looking to the floor of the rooftop, placing his hands back into his pockets. "You know, I have a past as well..." The boy trailed off, mustering up the courage to go on. He hoped it would calm her mind about her own village. "I'm not originally from Suna."

"I was born and raised in Kirigakire. The Vllage Hidden in the Mist."
He was home sick, but seeing the village in turmoil would only make matters worse.

"I still remember the day that I left. I was in the middle of my own Chuunin Exam. I was to investigate a local break in at a store. I found that a father of a family had been killed, and and I was to track down the killer." Uzi shook his head. "I was tracking the killer, hot on his path, when I received a call over my headset. A snowstorm was brewing, and civilians had to be evacuated from off the streets." The boy looked out to the village of Suna, to this day he would give his all in protecting this village from whatever threat it faced.

"I exited my exam, failing the Chuunin Exam altogether. But I knew that if I could help save a few lives, that I could take another exam later. Later never came. This snowstorm would be the one to leave the Mist Village unbearable for human life. We all were evacuated, and that was the end of home." Uzi kind of shrugged it off, but his heart continued to fight for the land.

"I don't know Siu. If I have to go to every shinobi village and talk to every Kage on aiding to re-establish the village... I will." It was something that he'd only spoke to Akkuma about, and now Siu. "The former Kage here allowed me into this village. I've traveled to a few other villages, but this one was the most open with those coming from my village. The current Kage treats me with respect, as to why I have to tell him about how I feel. Whether he helps or not is something I can't force on him, as he has his own village to attend to. But I don't plan on forgetting my home anytime soon."

Uzi put on his bravest smile looking back to Siu. "Sorry for going on like that." Uzi felt terrible about informing her of his situation, and his current life goal. It's what kept his shinobi way alive. "If you want we could go and see one of those plays, or listen to some music at one of those lovely bars Suna has." It was the least he could do after sharing something so dear.

"I'm sure there's a way I could make it up to you." Uzi gave a full grin and rubbed the back of his head. He hoped it wasn't too much for the woman.
 
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It was unexpected: As awkward to receive as it would’ve been to reject. A mild blush surfaced upon the woman’s cheeks following the embrace; taken aback, though not disallowing.
Aside from parents, recent experiences of such couldn’t be recalled—and that ‘recent’ factored years. Physical contact this close typically meant danger of some grave sort, demanding retaliation. Which is why, upon recognition of his touch, she’d immediately have to stifle the body’s impulse to perform such; disarming the mental alarm of her protection—in place for possibly more than just her physical well-being alone.
How to feel was difficult to determine. As good intentions had been recognized, even appreciated; yet, perhaps what made it so staggering, had been its delivery from one recently met of an entirely unrelated nation. In fact, exactly it.
Nothing would actually be spoken; just surprised gazing which, in itself, communicated volumes.

Uziuke, huh? She’d ink the name upon the page of memory.

Initially appearing tentative about continuing whatever he’d planned to say, Siu gave him his time; understanding very well the difficulty of disclosing heavy subjects. There’d been no question whether what was to follow would be something deep.
Not originally from Suna? Well, that’d prove one surprise. He’d appeared accustomed enough; so much, in fact, the kunoichi initially assumed him native without question.
Kirigakure, Village Hidden in the Mist, The name alone held exotic draw. A kind of poetry on the tongue.... Yet the story to accompany—absolute sorrow. Now sadness unreserved, deeper than amidst disclosure of his poverty, lay bare upon her features—it’d just been too heartbreaking. Eyes lightly welled.
“For what reason do you have to apologize?” she’d respond, the back of her hand wiping a tear. “Village crises are one thing—but nowhere left to return to? ... Can’t imagine. It’s awful. Why wouldn’t you feel that way?
“My first time hearing about the tragedy in Kirigakure, or even meeting a shinobi from there. Seems you and your Kage have close connection. Not everyone can boasts the same. Would definitely encourage you to make the most of that. Thoroughly explain your heart, and couldn’t see why he’d not want to help. Extension may not offer as much, but if there’s ways to assist, I’d also sure like to. Though not true home, you do sound happy here. Just glad you found such a place. A place people care—it’s so precious.”
“Nothin’ need be made up,” she’d further specify. “Your favorite play though—that’d prob be a nice watch.” Upon her lips, a faint smile returned.
 
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Asking why he should apologize, Uzi began to stammer on. "Well-" But his pathetic attempt of an answer was reassured. She tranquilized his sorry with her understanding of the situation. He noticed her wiping a tear away. He felt crummy inside. It wasn't because she felt the boy's emotion, it was because there was nothing he could say to overcome such a problem. It only urged him to continue seeking for an answer. He couldn't take this laying down. She uplifted Uzi's spirits, having faith that the Kazekage would help in some way.

Uzi nodded as she added she would help if she could. It was nice to know that his goal didn't sound impossible, though it was very complicated to say the least.
"Maybe I can go to your village and ask your current Kage for help as well." Visiting Cloud sounded like a thrill. He wouldn't mind learning of their culture, and the journey there would certainly be a plus. "Though if I go there, you'd have to show me a good time. We could catch that play I owe you in your village, my treat of course."

Uziuke moved to the ledge of the rooftop. "Hither thee Juliet." Uziuke looked to Siu, giving a small grin as he continued on. "I'm but a noble man seeking the pleasures of life." He twirled around, having the gracefulness of a dolphin His gestured up to the sky, his back now towards Siu. "I may not find them during this lifetime, but rest assured-" He spoke in a bold voice, similar to the narrator of the Powerpuff Girls. He stepped off the ledge, dropping from the rooftop.

He'd reappear making a dramatic entrance, using his chakra to step back up atop the side of the building, and standing back on the top of the ledge. "It only takes one step forward, to be one step closer to one's goal." Uzi leapt back onto the rooftop, landing and placing his hands back into his pockets. "So how'd I do? You think I could get a leading role in one of those plays?" He would watch for her reaction, wondering if he could really pull off an acting role.
 
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“Who knows when I’ll return,” she’d inform with a smirk. “But can agree to that - Already a couple plays in mind.”

The beginning of his antics and shifted speech would raise brows, the kunoichi’s mind seeking to unravel this sudden mystery and just what’d been planned. Upon catching on, however, amusement redefined her features; arms folding to spectate the act like a judging audience.
Caught off guard by an unexpected ledge drop, the Chuunin might’ve just hasted to check on his condition - had she not been well aware of his status as a shinobi and no frail citizen, that was. Suicide also appeared something far from his agenda.
Following his dramatic reentry and verdict inquiry, there met a delayed response—afore unrestrained laugher released: a kind not indulged in a long, long time. A hand left the fold to cover her mouth whilst her body stooped slightly forward.
When she’d had her share, following gradual recovery, a few claps resembling applause answered.

“Depends on the play, Romeo,” she’d joke. “Parodies might suit you perfect.”

The gentle breeze invited a slight chill, prompting the kunoichi to dig into her back pocket; revealing her vice. The single smoke slipped from the pack and between her lips. A casual extension would follow, offering the male one if he’d like. Though if he hadn’t, that’d also been fine.
“Off subject I s’pose,” she’d utter through teeth; hand covering the cigarette whilst her other flicked a lighter. “Know you’re a foreigner, but have an idea what Academy life’s like here? Guess I’m lookin’ to do mental comparison to Kumo’s. Bein’ an Academy Instructor probably what’s got me more curious about the system.”
 
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It sounded as though Siu would be staying for a while. It made Uzi feel some type of way, he couldn't explain it, but it was a good feeling nonetheless. Hearing her laugh was a plus. He enjoyed when others were having a good time. She applauded Uzi's performance, saying he might do well with parodies. Uziuke fluffed the edges of the jacket that he wore, spiffying himself up. "Oh really?" His rhetorical question was met by a slight breeze blowing in. His white hair swayed with the breeze. He wondered if the chill made the kunoichi uncomfortable. He noticed her reach into her back pocket.

After asking about Academy life, Uzi moved near Siu. He removed the jacket from his suit, and placed it on the girl's shoulders. "I insist." He would say, trying to keep the woman warm. He caught a whiff of the cigarette, politely declining the offer. "I'm not a smoker. I wouldn't be able to handle it along with my shinobi duties." Taking a few steps away, leaving the jacket with Siu, Uzi gave her question contemplation.

He thought of the students and Genin from the mission with Raizo. "I don't know much about what goes on at the Academy, as I don't teach there." Uzi turned back to Siu. "Maybe I should go there to check on the students from time to time, you know, to tell them a bit about the ANBU branch." If Siu looked at Uzi she would notice a smile on his face.

"But the students here are full of surprises. My students and Genin are brave enough to handle even the toughest of tasks." He claimed the kids as his own, wondering what their ascent among the ranks would be like. Only time would tell. "They are a courageous bunch. They stood up and participated in a mission that could have costed them an arm and a leg." Uzi meant that quite literally. "They managed to hold their own. I was actually quite impressed."

The threat of Dominus was now on the Uchiha's mind. Thinking back to Siu's story about becoming a shinobi, Uzi couldn't help but ask more about her story. "Though I'm intrigued by your own shinobi story. After deeming you one with natural chakra abilities, how did life change for you? I mean, you must have adjusted quite well. You're a Chuunin now. That has to count for something." He hoped he wasn't prying at an uncomfortable subject. Siu had his interests, and he wanted to know more about her.
 
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