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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Private The Wild Hunt

Tamashi Seto

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Spring, Year 14
Afternoon


Feeling the merciless breeze press against his covered body, it sent shivers down his spine, as If a current of electricity was running rampart through his body. It was a kami awful feeling at the best of times, and at worst? Well, there were no words to describe it. Trudging through the two foot deep snow, his mind couldn't even remember the last time in his life, If ever, that he had ever felt this cold as now, yet, despite the harsh conditions, he found comfort, even solace in the white blanket that covered the lands. The wind blowing in his face was horrendous, especially as the frost built up around his eyes and mouth, but he too found solace in the near silence he found himself engulfed in. There was no one or anything for that matter, around for miles from what he could see. This allowed him to move with a clear mind, something he could no doubt need as he ascended the abyss he found himself in. Of course, someone of his caliber could easily wipe away the danger that posed in front of him but atlas, he had to conserve all the chakra he could muster. A titanic battle awaited for him. He couldn't go half cocked now. Sighing at the thought, especially at the desire to ignite fire from within, he looked up, past the snow filled breeze. He found himself at the foot of Mount Yamabiko. Beyond the few scattered tree's and a few hills he could easily avoid, he found himself at the entrance of a massive ravine with it's massive sides reaching high into the scale. The thought of having to scale one eventually tempted him to turn back, even If it was only but a few seconds. His mind than raced back to the bottom. Such a formation interested him. Perhaps long ago a river once ran down from the mountains? Not knowing the answer obviously, he simply shrugged. A interesting question indeed depending on the individual, but he wasn't here for sightseeing, especially not in this weather. At least his new clothing were holding up, even after being on the road for days. Again, as much as he hate to admit it, that loli kitsune was good with her hands and in more ways than one. He'd never understand how she reforged his blue yukata this time. Not only was it lighter, almost like a feather, but It also protected his body against the harsh cold that surrounded him. He like to say she "blessed" his clothing but he didn't want to go that far. He owed her enough "favors" as It was. He didn't want to acknowledge another one, especially If he could get away with sweeping it under the rug. He supposed by that logic, the same extent would fall to the rest of his clothing and even gear he had brought with him. His fur gloves, pants and leather boots fell under the same category. Both were light as a feather yet still kept his lower body warm and dry. He couldn't say that for his undergarment....If he was even allowed to wear them. At that thought, he simply shook his head. Another rule of Izumai he didn't want to think about. The more he thought of her, he would simply get distracted. Can't have that yeah? He gave his head another shook before deciding to move on since there was no point in standing around. Wiping away some of the leftover snow that sat on his head with the palm of his left hand, he reluctantly began trudging through the snow, carrying his heavy backpack with him. He kept his crimson eyes on the ravine, determined to make it to it's mouth before dusk arrived. Luckily for him, It was still bright out. No doubt, he still had at least half a day to make progress. If not, well, he guess he be making camp earlier, even If a small portion of himself wanted to push on and find his target, but trudging through the darkness? And in bad terrain? That was certainly a death wish. Definitely not the way he'd want to go out....


 

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