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.

Unlocking the past... [RUNIC TERRAN]

Shingetsu Sora

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Wanting to train more than his body, Sora began to visit the Oracle's Library mostly to look up time honored techniques and also to learn more about Sunagakure. Despite being somewhat of an outsider, he wanted to do his best to at least know the history and lore of the land as opposed to just what was happening currently. Finding himself in one particularly older part of the library, or at least he surmised such based on the cobwebs stretching from one book to the shelf that it sat on. From what he could make out about the book, it seemed to be something to do about tactics but even when Sora took the book to a more comfortable and well lit area, he found the words on the page mixed with a language that he couldn't make out.

It was only when he inquired about the language that he found out that it was something called Runic Terran, a language predating nearly anything that he could think of. Off on a readers journey, Sora pulled book after book as he began to cross reference and piece together what he could about the language and what significance that it held to the history of the land. All of the learning that Sora did eventually drew him to the book titled Annals of the Conqueror. A daunting book based on the title alone, Sora found that he quickly needed pen and paper to keep up with not only the parts about the language but also to keep track of all of the characters and figures at play in the ancient text.
 

Shingetsu Sora

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While at first the the written format of the book utterly confused Sora, he found that the more that he stared at the contents of the pages that the words seemed to unlock a deep sense of longing within his heart. Unable to put a name to it, he could only describe the sensation as one akin to missing a family member that had passed long ago, but while that usually came with a sense of familiarity and memories of the departed, Sora could not place the feeling as being tied to a person that he knew. Like a void of memories, the thoughts and feelings that he was finding himself having were assigned to an invisible patron just beyond his memory. In some way, it was almost as if Sora was being kept from remembering whoever it was that he was longing to see.

Having never experienced "love" in a way that was applied to another not of his family, Sora found the conflicting emotional pull that he was experiencing to be a confusing and painful. With no image of who he was imagining, the memories that the book awakened via the way it felt, the smell of the dust on the pages and seeing the ancient language contained within took him to locations that he had no recollection of ever visiting. As he tried to place the feelings and the memories, he kept being taking to a place where the sound of water was an ever echoing voice that beckoned him to show due reverence. Just like the time when he was walking the foreigner around the village, he momentarily lost track of where he was as he was transported, mentally at least, to a dark room with whispering figures all around him. With the feeling too real and too vivid to just be something of his own imagination, he began to believe that this place and this memory were important for some reason, something that had happened that he had long since filed away.

Whereas before he couldn't make out what they were saying, this time he could just barely understand what the source of their ire was. As the room began to spin and the eyes of the onlookers began to glow brighter, he finally realized that they were staring and pointing at him, he was the judged, but for what, he didn't know. Try as he might, he couldn't understand why they were judging him, and it didn't seem like he'd get his answer this day because just as quickly as he was transported within his mind, he was back in the Oracle's Library, only now, when his eyes read over the page, he understood the ancient when his fingertips glided over the page. With a renewed vigor, he continued to pore over the contents of the book, only this time he was armed with a new understanding of what he was reading, and armed with this new knowledge, he was sure that he was on a new trail towards understand just where he came from.
 

Shingetsu Sora

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As he started on his way home with the new knowledge floating around in his head, Sora began to have feel a bit unwell. Like a coming storm, the sensation nearly overtook him with a force that was enough to knock him off of his feet, but he managed to stay upright without appearing to stumble. Wondering if he had been poisoned at sometime while he was reading in the Oracle's Library, Sora couldn't think of a time when he would have been vulnerable to such an attack. In fact, as he thought more about it, he hadn't really seen much of anybody during his entire visit. Sure, there were the Oracle's who watched over the place but as far as other students, there were hardly any and as he continued to try and hold in the contents of his lunch, he felt the tell tell sign that he was going to vomit.

Not wanting to make a scene, he tried to make his way out of the part of town that he was in but he found that the sensation was starting to overtake him in a way that he knew that he wouldn't make it home in time to be safe from the stench of sickness. Ducking into the next empty alleyway that he found, he bent over in pain expecting to feel whatever was upsetting his stomach come up with a vengeance but instead of looking at his lunch, instead his entire body, unbeknownst to himself, was transformed into a form like that of water and then collapsed into a puddle of watery mess. In the desert, water was scarce and in the desert heat, water didn't tend to last long, but instead of reacting like normal water ought to, the watery puddle that Sora had become, dematerialized as if undone from reality itself. Where he once stood, there was no longer a trace of the boy that had been there mere moments before.