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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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Tomomi

Tomomi

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It had been quite some time since the "Gifted" from a distant land had stumbled upon Konohagakure and was allowed access to the village - a time long enough that her watcher seemingly disappeared from sight and she was allowed to explore and learn without interruptions. Unfortunately, she had not taken much strides in that area as she had been bedridden for most of her stay from some illness that she contracted. Though, she was able to see the seasons change and taken temporary residence near one of the commercial districts to keep her mind distracted as she rested and recovered.

Today was going to be different however. During her recovery, she had heard often as children passed by speaking about an establishment known as an arcade and using sticks, balls and shooting objects with their hands to get "tickets" that they apparently could then redeem for prizes. It all sounded so foreign to her, but it seemed to be an activity that children did regularly and then rushed home for dinner before they were scolded by their parents for being late or spending their allowances. This establishment sounded like something that her home country never had heard of and could potentially be something that they could look into adding.

Or at least, that is what she would have thought if she didn't arrive at the location and stand there dumbfounded. There were many flashing lights and beeping noises along with children, teenagers and even adults occupying the building. A large wall filled with random items on it with a cost below them and most of the people working here seemed to be around the ages of a teenager or young adult. It was a strange thing to see as Tomomi had already gone through the ritual to become a "Gifted" and experienced loss while these people were seemingly playing games and working at this strange place. But, the world was vast and each region likely different than the next so it wasn't out of the realm of possiblity.

Still, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She even said to herself, "I do not know what to do to start", as she stood inside near the entrance and looked around at everything. Hopefully observing others arriving and others doing their activities here would clear up what she was supposed to do. Time would tell.

OOC:
  • I am very rusty as I have not roleplayed since I had to step away from the site years ago. Please be patient with me.
  • Appearance: Tomomi is a rather unimpressive 5 feet 8 inches tall when compared to other individuals that share an oni lineage like herself and weights around 110 to 120 lbs. She has red eyes and silver hair that compliments the silver band that she wears on her right ring-finger that was a heirloom from her mother. Typically, her hair will be tied up when out and about doing her normal everyday activities or training, but there had been occasions where she lets it down and it flows in the wind ever so elegantly. The half-breed also has horns that will sprout out of her head when she becomes angry or reverts to using some her "Gifted" powers. As for attire, she typically is wearing some form of armor when engaging in any form of combat and outside of fighting, she usually is wearing a modified gi. However, she also has worn other clothing choices depending on the situation or occasion that she found herself in.
  • MFT: 397 Words
 
He hadn’t planned to stop.

Shun had been walking with no real destination in mind, letting the late afternoon light and the fading buzz of the village guide his pace. Sometimes, after long weeks filled with tasks, orders, and responsibility, he liked to drift - let the rhythm of the village remind him that life still moved in small, quiet ways. Children laughing in the distance, the smell of grilled dango, wind rustling through half-open shop banners. He'd found himself oddly without anything to do that day. He'd wrapped up some things at the Byoin recently after the virus settled, and his bar shift had called in to close for the day because of low business. It was sure to pick back up in the near future, but today, he simply wandered.

That’s when the arcade caught his eye.

He paused outside the entrance, catching the blink of neon and hearing the muffled chaos within. It was a strange contrast to the mellow path he’d been wandering. Even so, he slipped through the doorway. Shun’s eyes scanned past the noise and movement until they caught on something quieter: a dartboard game nestled near the back wall.

It wasn’t flashy. Just an old wooden board with a physical flip score tracker above it and a tray of well-used darts below.

Perfect.

He stepped over, brushing a bit of dust from the edge of the machine. I guess its not that popular with the younger crowd.

He took a dart, tested its weight in his fingers, and drew his arm back.

Throw.

It thunked softly into the board - dead center of the outer ring. Not bad.

He lined up another.

Throw.

This one hit closer, nearly brushing the bullseye. A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. This was nice. No pressure, no mission, just focus and movement. The kind of thing that let his mind quiet down.

As the arcade carried on around him with its usual rhythm of tokens, laughter, and chatter, Shun stayed in his little corner - just a man and a board, letting the world slow down for a while.

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As expected, the bustle of this little establishment was distracting people as the majority of people that strolled in ran off to do their own thing. Sometimes though, they'd stop at a machine that was dispensing an item in exchange for their money on hand; it seemed like a currency for the machines that were here; a possible exchange that Tomomi could try in the future. For now, she proceeded to begin an investigation of the inside of the "arcade" as her observations from the front entrance were not providing any information for her and she was curious at least a little bit.

During her stroll, she would see flashing machines that illuminated the general vicinity when someone hit something called "Jackpot" and coins would pour out or an endless trial of paper would slide out. These coins and paper would come out also however without hitting this "Jackpot". However, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and there was laughter, smiles and excitement throughout. Tomomi wasn't sure if this would be something that her home country would be able to utilize or establish, but it was interesting to say the least.

As she continued her investigation, she would notice a male away from most of the commotion throwing projectiles at a board that had a circle on it with various patterns of green, red, black and an off white. A smile even was on his face as she approached as he nearly hit the middle of the board; she assumed that was good, but this game like the rest of this business was foreign to her. Without a remark, she picked up one of these projectiles that he had nearby and threw one at the board - it hit dead center. She would ask him a simple question: "I assume that is what you are aiming to do? Correct?"

It was time to see what she could gather from this man.
OOC:
  • I am very rusty as I have not roleplayed since I had to step away from the site years ago. Please be patient with me.
  • Appearance: Tomomi is a rather unimpressive 5 feet 8 inches tall when compared to other individuals that share an oni lineage like herself and weights around 110 to 120 lbs. She has red eyes and silver hair that compliments the silver band that she wears on her right ring-finger that was a heirloom from her mother. Typically, her hair will be tied up when out and about doing her normal everyday activities or training, but there had been occasions where she lets it down and it flows in the wind ever so elegantly. The half-breed also has horns that will sprout out of her head when she becomes angry or reverts to using some her "Gifted" powers. As for attire, she typically is wearing some form of armor when engaging in any form of combat and outside of fighting, she usually is wearing a modified gi. However, she also has worn other clothing choices depending on the situation or occasion that she found herself in.
  • MFT: 321 Words
 
Shun blinked in surprise as the dart struck dead center with effortless precision. The small thunk it made echoed cleanly over the buzzing background noise of the arcade. His own shot, still quivering just shy of the bullseye, suddenly felt clumsy by comparison. He knew he needed to refine his aim - projectiles had never been his specialty. Most of his training had been focused around close-quarters work, his longsword an extension of his hand. Darts, kunai, senbon - he’d dabbled, sure, but they never felt quite as natural.

He turned to the girl who had approached so quietly, watching her now with a flicker of curiosity that stirred behind his otherwise calm and open expression. She had picked up the dart like it was second nature, held it with purpose, and released it without a hint of hesitation. There had been no calculation visible on her face, no visible effort. Just... instinct.

“That was… impressive,” he said, his smile soft but genuine. “And yeah, that’s exactly the goal. Took me weeks to get even close to consistent, but you - ” He glanced toward the dartboard again, where her shot still sat squarely in the center. “ - you nailed it on your first try.”

He stepped to the side slightly, making room as he gestured toward the small pile of darts beside him. “You’ve got a good eye.”

On the surface, his tone was casual and friendly, just another teen striking up conversation in the middle of a loud, colorful arcade. But inwardly, his thoughts were sharp and observant. That kind of aim doesn’t come from watching others at play. It wasn’t luck. Her form had been too clean, her posture relaxed in a way that only came from repetition. The follow-through of her throw reminded him of training grounds, not games. There was discipline in her movements - muscle memory built over time.

Combat experience. Possibly shinobi.

He didn’t recognize her, and she didn’t wear a headband. Not uncommon in civilian areas - after all, his own had been stored in his bag temporarily to not disturb the peace of the civilians in his village - but still something to note. If she was one of theirs, perhaps she was relaxing in the area just as he was. But if she wasn’t…

His thoughts briefly flashed to recent tensions - a city nearby still recovering from chaos. The uncertainty that still hung in the air.

He offered her a mild, curious look, still wearing his usual gentle smile. “I’m Shun. You here to play, or just seeing the sights?”

It wasn’t an interrogation, just a quiet invitation. A way to learn more without pressing too hard. Friendly, but alert. Because as much as he enjoyed the hum of joy and laughter around them, he couldn’t ignore the quiet warning in his gut. He hoped he was wrong.

But if he wasn’t, he wanted to be ready.

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Without any knowledge of the game that this boy had been playing, she had managed to do what the objective was in her first try. It likely caught him off guard since she had managed to walk up without making much noise and her throw had hit dead center - not that it was unexpected from her as she had been trained since a young age in the art of combat including the elements to physical confrontations to deception. If it was a part of the world of combat in some form, she likely had expertise in it for better or worse. When it comes to recreational activities like this game, it likely would not make it fun for others since the margin of error that they had against her was slim to none.

She heard his words as he moved slightly to the side to give her more room, but she didn't say anything initially as she picked up more of these projectiles in her hand and threw them - each one of them hitting in the center again. She even closed her eyes on the last one and threw it resulting in it rubbing steel on steel with another before hitting the center marking. Every single projectile in the center with no true effort put into it - simple muscle memory and years of experience through training and utilizing in real-life situations.

Turning to head to the side to look at the male, she spoke: "Tomomi from Tomoe Country, Shun. Visiting on what people call a 'vacation'. Anything I can learn while I'm here, I plan to take back to my home to help. Pleasure to meet you." She would take a few more of the projectiles after speaking, turning her back to the board and throwing them one after enough without looking - she could hear the ones being thrown clanking against the others already on the board. Not a single one outside of the center - impressive to a normal person, but unimpressive to Tomomi.

"You may want to take some of them off the board as it will get harder to hit the middle otherwise," a little smile on her face forming as she made her remark before moving to the side herself to allow the boy a chance to clean the board up. As she stood there, she would listen to the sounds around her and take a moment to let it all in before throwing a question at the boy: "Shun, this game. What do you call it and why are there different numbers and colors on the board if the goal is to hit the center?" A simple question for the boy, but something to learn for herself.


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