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.

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To Do What Must Be Done

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”And down here are the library and catacombs.”

A rain of ice falls as he forces the door open, the shattered flakes creating a brief snow flurry around Hoshikata’s form as the portal into a dark abyss widens before him. Stair led down a winding staircase of stone, the light vanishing into shadow as it turns. Hoshikata, in his black robes with the gold trim, moves down them using the pure white light coming from his staff as a guide. The Staff of Verin was warm in his hands, almost as if it were a living thing eager to go home. If only it knew what awaited it below.

The floor below was dark, a palpable void that made one feel as if a single misstep would lead to being lost forever. A clacking sound echoes through the emptiness as sparks begin to fly. Soon the torches on the wall catch and light flares from them as the rocks move from one to another, slapping together to send off the spark needed to light them. Once they were lit the rocks drop to the floor and he steps into the room fully. To his right was an open door that appeared to lead to a long tunnel. This he ignored, heading through the door just ahead of him.

Here it was, the library of the ancient clan. A pedestal stood in the middle of a tow of bookshelves, each covered with enough writings to make even the main library of Kirigakure green with envy when it existed. Here were the histories of his clan, the writings of his people, and the lives of those who came before. And in the middle of the room, atop that pedestal, was the Tome of the Deep, the religious texts of the Deep One, a god no longer, only a corpse at the bottom of the lake of the dead and damned.

Hoshikata looks back at the one following him, his golden eyes shining in the torchlight. ”I suggest bringing a torch or two along. Just in case.” He moves to one wall and pressed his hand against it, heat radiating out and melting the ice covering it. Then his hand moves, fingers pressing in certain areas. With a creak and more shattering ice, the hidden doorway opens to reveal another flight of stairs leading down.

These stairs were wide and long, each one capable of being laid across either way by a grown man. They were in horrible disrepair, cracked with fungus growing up between the empty grooves in them. The walls were natural rock, not even carved into a better shape. A blue lichen hung on them, giving off a faint azure glow to everything. Hoshikata leads the way once more, heading down into the caverns of his god and expecting her to follow.
 
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Even if Haruka walked among the frost kissed land of Water country, her thoughts remained in the village of Cloud. Months without contact of her only friend and boss, Tanaka Hikari. She wondered how the sennin was handling her job and how the village was fairing. But most of all, she thought about her cousin and student, Shinomiya Masaru. She wondered how he fared without her. Masaru was intolerably quiet, not to mention that barely anyone was worth his time. But, that's why she had given him that one last assignment before her departure. He had social skills to work on, besides his obvious need for training as a ninja. As a creature of social nature, Haruka found those skills far more valuable for ninja who were one day expected to be of great importance. He was capable and bright, a true Shima. She expected he would not have any trouble in his task, if he truly tried that is.

She stopped thinking the moment they came into the library. Such a fantastic collect of writing and it all was a waste. Destroyed and kept hidden from the world because of a dreadful storm of cold. She wondered why his clansmen had not tried to procure ancient texts and histories of his family from the abandoned mansion as they took their exodus, but perhaps Haruka did not understand the severity of the climate change. Nor did she know just how quickly it plagued this land. It was such a shame to leave all this knowledge abandoned though...

But, that was not their goal. They had only one purpose. To destroy Hoshikata's powers, to level him with the rest of humanity. To end the curse of the Deep One upon the man. Onward they would go. Down into the deep they would descend. Under the faint, ethereal glow of the lichen, and by the dim glow of torches the traveling trio would burrow deeper towards their goal. She was not afraid of what might happen to her below. Haruka knew her strength. She feared not the power of a false god. The crow only remained silent as she had through most of their trek.

She hoped this was the right decision. The future was clouded and she was unsure of her own feelings. She felt herself drifting, unable to grasp at what path was right.
 

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Shashu wasn't quite sure if it was anticipation or trepidation that accompanied her footsteps as they walked through the ancient library. Her immediate surroundings weren't the problem, she had never been the studious type unless she was after something specific. No, the problem lied with where they were going, or, more precisely, what they were going to do. More than once the ANBU had heard Hoshikata mention that he had killed a god and stolen it's power, and now they were what, going to kill it again? Not to mention that if the surface was a frozen hell the area between it and the resting place of an old, dead god could not be much better, and was in fact likely to be much, much worse.

Then again, the flickering torchlight and bottomless darkness resonated with her predatory nature. Shashu's eyes darted left and right, picking out potential ambush points out of the gloom. Her fingers twitched, ready to flick a strand of web or kunai at a moment's notice. Trepidation or anticipation...the only thing to do was wait and see which won out.

She heeded the seer's words and grabbed a torch as he revealed a hidden passage to the depths below. This wasn't the time to pass up a possible advantage, and she could think of few better things to have than fire in this frozen wasteland. Speaking of advantages...now is probably not the time for discretion. With a small effort of will Shashu stopped suppressing the chakra flow to the rest of her arms. A soft rustling is all the sound that could be heard as her four extra limbs re-formed out of her midsection, silken strands twisting together to form muscle and bone.

Stretching luxuriously, she took a moment to appreciate how much better it felt to have full use of her appendages. Getting by with only two arms wasn't difficult, but going from six to two felt extremely restricting. It often made her question whether it was worth it to hide them simply for the sake of those around her...

Shashu mentally shook her head. This place is really starting to get to me...let's get this over with. If the other two took notice of her suddenly sprouting four extra limbs, she would simply cross her arms (all of them) and stare impassively through her mask until they decided to move forward. Shashu was already more than ready to move on.
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He turns from the opening to look back at them, mouth opening to say something before spying the multi-armed thing following behind Haruka. Hoshikata grips the staff to attack before noticing the mask and raising one brow slowly. He'd seen more odd sights than someone with several arms, but a warning would have been nice. ”When we get down here, if there is a man in the boat, do not speak to him.”

That said, the Seer begins the descent, the stairs worn over the ages by the moisture in the air, runes and sigils carved into them long since made illegible. The glow coming from the walls barely provided enough light, and with a murmur of “ssuun” from the man, a clear white light emanates from the globe atop his weapon. The light provided no more insight into the manner of how these steps came to be, but it does make them less of a hazard by showing where they have collapsed in areas.

Soon even the light from the staff begins to pale to a cerulean radiance coming from ahead. The staff remains lit as the trio step into the massive cavern that led to the path to his god. This subterranean area was large enough to house his manor, and the steps wound through it, leading along one side to the large river that flowed between the halves of the chamber. A rickety wooden dock was placed here, with no indication as to how old, or stable, it was.
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Hoshikata leads them sure of step down to the dock, his staff tapping along the stone as he walks the familiar path. Twice he had come down here. Once to meet the god, again to kill it. The place was familiar, from the glowing blue waters to the spiky ceiling overhead that was just visible by that light. Hoshikata steps onto the docks without a concern for their strength, moving to the end and motioning the others to follow.

Soon a sound is heard, and within moments a small boat comes from the cave the water flows from. The ends up it rise out of the water a half dozen feet, adorned with the bones of people who did not stay within its confines. Though no one is in the craft to guide it, it slides up to the docks and stops, waiting. ”….well, I guess I did kill him before. Get in. Do not touch the water. No matter what.”

Hoshikata waits for the women to step into the craft before joining them, standing instead of sitting as it pushes itself away from the dock and plummets into the cave at the far end of the river. Even his staff goes out for a moment, as an all encompassing darkness permeates all around them. With a more firm repeat of the previous word, a weak light shines, barely enough to light even the near wall. They were moving at a fast pace, that much was obvious, but how the craft failed to tip over was not.

Soon they slow, the boat once more stopping itself. This time it was at a ledge leading into a deeper cave system. Hoshikata again waits for the others to step out before joining them. He looked rather distracted at the moment, however. He could feel the insistent pull of power, the link to the thing that lay so close. And he could hear that voice again, the one demanding power. It told him to push them into the waters, let the river kill them as it did all who entered it. It told him he could have the world if he simply removed them as an obstacle.

It told him he was betraying his clan by not claiming more.

Hoshikata choked it off, smothering the voice deep inside. This close, he could feel the tug of his dead lord, and confidently leads the two into the opening before them. Normally a labyrinth of tunnels, he knew the way by feel of the tug upon his soul. The last time he’d come through here there were skeletons aplenty set out to stop Karu and him from getting to their goal. Now these tunnels were empty, silent.

Once more he leads them into a massive cavern, this one dwarfing the first. Here there is a city, the buildings rising from the walls and springing from thin air in places. They went up, down, to the sides. Some as they passed appeared larger on the inside than the outside. The ground here was sparse, with gaping holes in it that revealed a lake a hundred feet below. The water was a sickly greenish blue color, and seemed to constantly be spinning.

And that blue glow was so strong it overpowered all, even his staff. Hoshikata lets the light of his weapon die, and as it does around the group appear the howling spirits of the dead. Even to their ungifted eyes they could be seen, a thousand thousand souls screaming at him, demanding things in a language they did not understand. Many rush in at them, but shatter apart from the kinetic barrier he erects.

This was something they’d seen before, and the rest simply rage at him in his ancient tongue. Hoshikata grimaces, walking past the outlying buildings and onto the walkway. A thin stone path with no obvious supports, it extends out over the center of the lake under them. Once on it, it would become apparent that the very center was a whirlpool, keeping the water in constant motion. Hoshikata motions for them to step back, stabbing his staff into the stone underfoot.

” Usstan kampi'un dosst kor. Usstan zhaun dos inbal tlus chi'us. Usstan shlu'ta xun naubol bauth vel'bol Usstan xunus wun l'draeval p'los. Jhal Usstan shlu'ta dajakk ol wun l'nin. Dos inbal tlus chi'us, lu'nin Usstan zhal sei'lor dos duul'sso.”

With those words he turns around and steps close to Haruka, saying nothing more as he pulls her to him and presses his lips to her own. Passion flooded his brain, fueling the kiss, lengthening the second to an eternity before he steps back, pulling the staff free from the stone and leaping off the walkway into the waters below.

The spirits howl, following him. The waters recede before him, revealing the inert form of a being so large that it couldn’t possibly be real. And then with a roar the waters close in one him once more. Again that voice, telling him he could gain more power. Again he ignored it. It became insistent, and for the second time in this cavern, the Isaki began a battle of wills. Not with his ancestors, but with the corruption of this thing’s life in his own form.

Only moments after the waters close back over him, a hollow bang echoes through the massive cavern, and the water explodes upwards where he fell. A form, wearing his clothes but holding two pieces of the Staff of Verin, now broken in half, falls to the ground just inside of the city nearby.
 
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The lady was no less alarmed than Hoshikata at the sight of their companions full form. The sound of her spidery arms coming to life tipped her off to look behind her. Her hand flinched as if to ready a jutsu but stopped short upon seeing the ANBU's grim mask staring back at her. The Crow easily shrugged it off, ready to wander her way down the grand staircase.

Haruka did not question the advice Hoshikata offered to the women, and still the Shima said nothing as they traversed across the rickety docks towards the boat. The blue water was oddly still, save for the small waves lapping against the haul of the old boat. No doubt they were in a sort of underworld, the very ship that would carry them further in was crafted of human bones dried and stained from the blood of those they were no doubt stripped from.

The driverless craft awaited the three, ever watchful and as silent as a corpse. When it finally set to sail, the young Spymaster sat alerted to the possible dangers, but the light drew dim until they were bathed in darkness. The glow of Hoshikata's staff vanished under the blanketed blackness. The rush of waters beneath them grew louder as the Staff of Verin generated a faint glow once more.

Haruka watched in awe as the full view of a quiet metropolis of the dead came into view at the end of the riverway. No one ever found this below the grand island where the Isaki lived. Haruka was a bit skeptical of the idea. It seemed nearly impossible to hide away the secret city, however, the Isaki were filled with secrets and Hoshikata was no stranger to lies and cover ups.

As they pushed their way through the army of phantoms with total ease, Haruka wondered why she was even needed at all? The whole trip had seem like a boring stroll through the park, not that she'd complain about that. However, she looked to the possibilities of what she was missing in the village. All the opportunities that were slipping away from her. Information that awaited her arrival home. The matter of Titan hung like a dense cloud over her head. She had a valuable map of the structure of some odd generator. The thought of using this information to strike at Titan on her own made her very excited. She only needed to formulate and confer with her spies a little more before the glory should be her own.

Then there was the obvious matter of her dear cousin and student. He no doubt was growing into a fine young man on his own. She only wished to return to him all the quicker to test his resolve and loyalty for her. Would the Shima son live up to her standards? Hikari was another problem. She need not worry too much about the red haired warrior for now. The woman had taken a slow decline of influence. Haruka was content in gathering strength of her own before her eventual seize of power. The tides were shifting. The very ways of Cloud were collapsing. What would still stand when the old powers died?

She gazed sullenly at the man as he began his odd ritual. She understood none of this. For all she knew, Hoshikata lured them here to strengthen his power and kill them. Her thoughts were cut off as he pulled her in suddenly. His fire touch invaded her icy borders, shattering the cold for only moments before he turned away once again. She stood composed with her head high, trying to not let her embarrassment show to the spidery kunoichi.

Hoshikata plunged into the depths below. A silence swept over the world above as she anticipated what might happen next. Her heart thundered nervously, skipping with fright at the thunderous boom of the water ejecting a figure from its grasps. Haruka stood unsure of her actions, but she knew she must act quickly.

Come on.” She ordered Bikou, already taking off towards the fallen figure. Her mind raced as her feet took flight. The things she thought as she headed towards the man were too dark to ever speak allowed. She dared not dwell on them, instead only keeping her eyes trained on the crumpled body. The young jounin fell to her knees besides the man.


“I used to have rather pale skin like your own, but my hair was a platinum silver, and short. I also had heterochromia, one eye was gray and the other purple. People called me a ghost, for I looked as one. I woke up after that ordeal looking as you see me now.”


Hoshikata?


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It was a terrible agony, feeling like his entire being was on fire inside and out; it felt worse than when the Deep One here merely toyed with him. Hoshikata's soul burned, a feeling that he did not know possible and would never wish on anyone, even the Minamoto. The water, so mundane to him moments before, was stifling the next breath. And the flames covered him, even under this aqueous plane. A blame fire, bathing and baptising him anew. It was down here, with only himself and this power, that the true soul shone forth.

The blast from the water was not him. As the staff plunged once more into the corpse down here, Hoshikata grips the globe and jerks it down as hard as he can. The light, so bright, dims before exploding into radiance, pushing back the flames for a moment before bringing them on even worse. Another jerk and his hand slices across the wood as the upper half of the staff breaks free. And then the world exploded.

When he came to he was on solid ground, and he could just barely hear someone saying his name. Everything was muted, as if heard by someone else far aware. The ground under him was a shapeless, colorless thing. Everything was unreal. Reality itself was simply different now. His eyes, which before saw the life and death of the world, could now see the very veins of the world. They pulsed black amongst gray. And with a sudden pop in his head, color floored in, focusing the world around him. And Haruka calling his name.

He wasn't okay. Things hurt, which was natural after that kind of an explosion. But he wanted to reassure her. A dark skinned hand reaches up to grip her arm as he raises his head, smiling at her as best he could. He was sure he looked like hell, but at that moment he didn't care. He had her.
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Change was not part of it. His skin was darkened where before it had merely bronzed. His eyes were still that unnatural gold, but gone were the unique irises. And his white hair seemed to follow his skin, turning near-black. One meddled with the power of a god at great risk. Taking it was hard. Giving it back was nearly impossible.

It was down there, with only himself and that power, that his true soul shone forth.
 

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The stairs down were slick with the damp air, prompting Shashu to consider simply jumping down the central shaft and wallrunning to their destination. She resisted the impulse though, seeing as how the other two seemed content to take the stairs at a careful walk. There wasn't much point in her keeping an eye on them if she wasn't around to actually watch them. The ANBU was getting antsy now that she was no longer suppressing her bloodline and it showed. She continually flexed her fingers, unable to shake the need to move in her limbs. It still wasn't clear which side of the scale she was on.

Before long the stairwell opened out into a massive cavern, shedding enough natural light to reveal yet more stairs leading down to a sparse wooden dock. There was no sign of a boat or the boatman that Hoshikata had warned them of, but within moments a small craft docked itself, apparently waiting for them. From there things only got weirder.

A curt warning to refrain from touching the water was the only words that accompanied the order to get in, and after a short blackout the crossed the river in short order. From there the gold sage led them through a network of tunnels to the ruins of a city that seemed to have abandoned reality altogether. This place held none of the allure the surface did; where the bleak wasteland above whispered sensually of predator and prey, of things that stalked in the night, this place spoke in nothing but dead echoes. Shashu barely registered the staff's receding light before a wave of spirits crashed upon them and broke to pieces on Hoshikata's barrier.

Above all, this rattled her the most. The Fayth taught those who listened how to commune with their ancestors, those who had become one with the world after death and found peace in guiding it towards a better future. This...this was a perversion of that. These were souls of the fallen, chained here in torment by the will of something alien to her own. There was no rest, no solace, no comfort in the company of those who met the same fate. Shashu felt the scales turn towards trepidation as she began to realize that the 'God' Hoshikata spoke of was probably the one behind all this.

And not only did he kill it once to steal its power, but now he wants to slay it again? Shashu wasn't sure if she felt more respect or fear for the man in that moment. She could understand now why he would feel the need to do this. Nothing good could come of power stolen from such a being.

Things happened quickly after that. The trio reached a path that led out over the middle of the lake, and the sage silently pulled Haruka in for a kiss before diving into the churning waters below. Shashu caught a glimpse of the dead god, immeasurably large, sending a chill down her spine before the water hid it from sight once more. Seconds later a muffled explosion erupts out of the water, sending a figure flying through the air to land on the pavement nearby.

Haruka barked an order and took off after what could only be Hoshikata, the ANBU following close behind. What they found was the sage alright, but the ordeal had definitely taken its toll on him, in more ways than one. His skin had darkened, along with his hair, and his eyes had lost their strange irises. With the influence of the dead god no longer upon his body, Hoshikata no longer looked unnatural. Hell, he actually looked hot. *Ahem* Not that Shashu cared much about that, obviously. Right.

Regardless, she let Haruka tend to him and instead kept watch nervously. There had been flocks of tormented souls whizzing around moments before that had only been kept at bay by Hoshikata, who was now laying on the ground possibly brain damaged for all they knew. Best to keep an eye out.
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A normally stoic stare on the Shima's face was displaced with a softened gaze as the new face of her lover hoped to reassure her with a smile. Even then, it was not much of a display, but the faintest twitch of her mouth showed him her relief. She couldn't let his newfound appearance betray her. She was still weary to what this transformation might have caused. The catalyst of a god's power could corrupt a man and change him, outside as well as within. He might have gone mad below the depths. But, Haruka lied to herself if she refused to admit that he was stirringly beautiful. She felt as an outsider might when gazing upon the beauty of the Haku clan. She'd never seen a man in this way before. Its true that Natsu had been handsome, but that was hardly what drew her to him. As for what Hoshikata had appeared before this fairy tale transformation, it was safe to say that Haruka cared not for appearance at all. However, this dark skinned man made her heart race and for once, she felt inadequate to match his beauty.

She cleared her throat, remembering where she was and what troubles might be waiting. She was just as nervous as the ANBU. The Crow dared not wait to see their phantom friends return while Hoshikata was still too weak to protect them. Getting out of here was first priority. Her ice cold hands rested on his for a brief moment. “Can you stand?” Helping Hoshikata up to his feet when he managed to find his bearing once again, Haruka looked to Shashu. “We should leave.” She sensed her comrades urgency, knowing the masked woman would not argue.

Steadily, she supported the newly made man back through the city. The group return to which they came without any stumbling, Haruka hoped. Now it was a straight path home from here. Kumogakure awaited the return of its two daughters and hopefully would welcome a new son to take up a blade for its honor. Haruka was determined to face whatever changes and challenges laying in wait for her back home. She was used to being parted from her home for such long periods of time. But still, she always feared that the village forgot her in such a short time. Only safe passage home would tell her if her fears had been correct.


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She was beautiful. And worried. Hoshikata answers the question from the Shima by pushing himself to his feet, eyes widening as he spies the coloration of his hands and arms. He rises, feeling like he’d spent the night at the kind of bar where the drinks weren’t watered down and the first aid kit was a knife to put yourself out of your mistery.

Actually, he didn’t feel that good.

”I’ll be okay.” At least his voice was the same, that silk over steel sound of the man who was sure of himself and knew what he wanted. He looks up, the spirits in the air swirling around them still. They were not attacking, however. They knew better now. Hoshikata accepted the offer of support from Haruka, knowing there was no sense in not. The journey back would be uneventful, the action now over it seemed. They would rest, and then leave.

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Fortunately Shashu's fears seemed to be unfounded, as for whatever reason the spirits now kept their distance from the three. Still, she didn't let her guard down as Haruka helped Hoshikata to his feet and signaled her readiness to leave, choosing to take the rear-guard as they made their way out of the cave. Despite the spirits unwillingness to attack, the ANBU didn't stop looking over her shoulder until the hidden door swung shut behind them.

Fayth willing, I hope I never have to go back there again.

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