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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A lone ball sits on top of a tree branch overlooking the gate. Just a day before he had been a rock but he realized he was all shiny now.

"I'M ROUND! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO ORANGE?!? OH THAT'S MY FACE! I GOT POINTY THINGS ON MY FACE! WHO IS THAT YELLING MAN? HE IS MORE ORANGE THAN I AM! I WANT TO EAT A BANANANANANANA! GOODNESS A BIRD HAS PICKED ME UP! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! YAY I AM FALLING! I FEEL WIND IN MY FACE!" *Hits the ground and begins to roll down the mountain*

"I AM SPEEEEEEEEEED! LOOK AT ALL THIS SNOW I FOUND! IT IS STICKING TO ME! YES FLEE PATHETIC MORTALS! OH A FLOWER!" The four star ball that has become a giant snowball rolls off the side of the mountain path and goes off the cliff.

"ADVENTURE! GOTTA SEE IT ALL!" The ball thinks to itself as it falls through the clouds below into the unknown.
 
Kouin was standing in the middle of Iwagakure, his eyes began to wander in the sky above him; he was almost oblivious to everything around him, but a voice shrieked his serenity. Go Son Kouin, your village, Kumogakure; they face a trying challenge. I bestow upon you, a mere shinobi; powers from far away land. The abilities of the Saiyan race course through your veins, power of which the likes have never seen. Use them wisely, and you can save your village from total Trumpification.

Kouin took a moment to digest all of this sudden information. He stared at the road ahead of him, and the road back to kumo; in his mind he already knew what he had to do. I know what I must do. His voice held a deep resolution; he placed his index and middle finger to his head, and felt his body quickly shift back out to plains of Iwa.

Lets see what thesr powers can do. He began to dig down deep into the core of his being. He feel the vow he made to Akira resonate with him deeply, igniting a powerful drive inside him. He could feel the pressure of the gravity around lessen immensely. A golden aura bursted around him in a raging flurry, his hair flared into spikes turning a golden hue also. He clenched his hands testing his own new strength, but he knew this wasn't the limit, he felt the only place he could go is up. As he finished that thought, he could feel his body lift into the air; a look of astonishment broke across Kouin's face, A....Am I fly.... Flying..? He began shifting the ions and gravitational force around him to begin propelling himself towards Kumogakure.

Quickly he saw his home in the distance, as well as a shining orange ball, edorned with four redish-orange stars. A voice resonated in his and to catch it, and Kouin didnt bother ignoring, and just instantly reacted. Swooping down, he palmed the ball in hid hands mere moments before impacting the ground. Steading his body out, he came to a landing on the ground and place the ball down. He stared down the man shouting rude, and bigoted statements, he could only be Donald Trump

He stared the vicious man in his empty, heartless eyes. This villafe is protected, Trump. He began to channel his lightning essence into the core of his form; thr ground under him impacted at the magnitude of the force. His regal gold aura was quickly surrounded by tendrils of lightning, Leave this country, and you won't be harmed... But stay, and i will eliminate you.
 
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Watching as the Four Star ball already went on its adventurous way, the One Star Original Ball wept as he was reduced from All Star Glory, to a simple Childs game of kick ball which wasn't going very well. "The Greats used me for a real game back in the day before all the other balls were created. NOW, LOOK AT ME! JUST ONE BALL APART OF A BIGGER WHOLE!"

Reminiscing about the old days as he continued to be rolled, kicked, and thrown, the one star balls imagination began to flow. The sounds of crowds cheering were loud. A constant thud boomed across the arena as he was dribbled from hand to hand and held by the original super saiyans before they started using their powers for more than fun.
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Sweaty palms handled the one star ball like he needed to be handled as he was used for crazy cross overs before being lifted towards the arena lights. Shinobi watched in amazement, using their snapshot jutsu in the crowd to replay the events over and over. Being released with precision and accuracy as power surged through the one star ball, he found happiness at the sound of each swish through the basket along with the roaring crowd.

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Now, the one star ball was simply being kicked over kumogakures gates and the adventure was about to begin.
 
The perfectly round sphere of rock thrummed orange.

Three maroon stars appeared on the surface. The change woke the ball up. Why the hell was everything so ORANGE?!?! ORANGE IS SUCH A BAD COLO--- AAAGGHGH I'M EVEN SPEAKING ORANGE!!! WHYGODWHYME?!?! The orange ball sighed, before some sort of chicken-thing sat on top of him. GETOFFME YA STUPID BIRD, OR I'LL COOK AND EAT YOU! FRIED CHICKEN IS DELICIOUS.

The ball had never before had fried chicken.

The bird pecked at him, before some big BRUTE OF A THING kicked the chicken away and picked up the ball. HEY STUPID KID, PUT ME DOWN OR I'LL BITE OFF YOUR EAR AND EAT IT!

The boy threw the ball.

The ball was free.

The ball roared through the air, yelling in that UGLY ORANGE TEXT ALL THE WAY DOWN THE MOUNTAIN! What a bad ball. No wonder he had only three stars.
 
You think being the Three Star Ball was hard? Try having TWO stars. I mean come ON, it's bad enough that he had fewer stars than the other balls, but he happened to have two stars that were right next to each other. He was forever doomed to be the subject of immature teenage boys who found him and commented on his "boobs." But perhaps even worse than having twin stars compared to boobs, was the freaking COLOR OF HIS SPEECH BUBBLES. Why? WHYYY? Why did he get a LIGHT orange? All throughout his life he'd wanted the burnt orange color of speech than Three Star Ball had. "But nOOOOoo, we need "variety" in th' colors ay orange we hae. Okay, Jack, real feckin' braw."

Oh, and he got to see all of it, too. It would be one thing if he was no where near Three Starsie ol' buddy, but he just HAPPENED to run across him the other day and be downhill from the mountain. And now he was whining again, showing off that nice, dark orange speech color he had. "Yea, keep rubbin' it in ye prick."</B><i></i> Twosie said, watching Threes bounce past him down the mountain. <B>"But ye arenae gonna feckin' beat me doon th' ben! Aam better than ye, ye spoon!" And with that, Twosie was off, rolling down the mountain faster than just about anyone could have imagined in a desperate attempt to redeem himself and be faster than Threes.
 
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"FALLING, FALLING, LET'S SING THE FALLING SONG! OH A NEW BIRD! WEEEEEEEH! WHAT GOES DOWN MUST GO UP I SUPPOSE! WOW THIS IS A SILLY LOOKING BIRD! IT'S ALL SPARKY! HELLO AGAIN ORANGE MAN! OH HEY GUYS!"

As the worldly middle child, 4 star looked upon his cute little brothers he felt a sense of pride that they were trying to emulate his adventurousness by rolling down the mountain as well. "TRY TO BEAT MY TIME GUYS! NII-SAN IS ROOTING FOR YAH! GO GO GO! I WILL BE HERE WITH MY NEW SIDEKICK DEFENDING THE WORLD FROM THIS GIANT OOMPA LOOMPA THING I GUESS! OR MAYBE I WILL BE EATING SUGAR PEAS! I HAVEN'T PLANNED THAT FAR AHEAD! OH EXTREME SNOWBOARDING, I SHOULD GO DO THAT! QUICK SIDEKICK, THROW ME AT THE GUY SO I CAN DEFEAT HIM AND WE CAN GO GET SOME TACOS!"
 
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Faceless Npc: Seven Star Ball​

Poor little seven star ball completely forgotten. The orange sphere cried as it was ignored. No one played with it and no one collected it. It just sat there laying on the ground and stares at the big blue sky. It watched the clouds drift by majestically. Though feeling a bit alone the ball found peace in its existence.

[OOC: Seriously no was made the 7 star ball]
 
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Class. If there was any one word that could define the Five Star ball, that was it. I mean really, what is a surer indicator of fine quality than a solid five stars? Nothing, that's what. Five stars are the standard for top notch craftsmanship and peerless experience world-wide. When you think to yourself 'I should take her someplace nice', what follows that thought but 'Like a five star restaurant'? Indeed, achieving the rating of five stars could be said to be the ultimate goal of any professional, or of any establishment. With all that in mind, could it not be said that the Five Star Ball was in fact the greatest of all the Balls?

Such thoughts sifted through the expansive and intricate mind that could only belong to one with such refinement as the Five Star Ball as it sipped delicately from a glass of 40,000 year old Greenlivet, a vintage so incredibly rare that it could only be obtained by traveling far into the future to obtain it. I know what you are thinking. How can a mere orb, however fine, be partaking of such an exquisite vintage? Class, that's how. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. It's best to leave such profound thoughts to the truly refined mind such as mine, the Five Star Ball.

'What?' You exclaim. 'Have you been narrating your own thoughts this entire time?'

Why yes, yes I have. I am the Five Star Ball after all, it only stands to reason that the only one who could truly grasp the intricate nuance of my thoughts would be myself. I have also dictated your responses as well, as you may have noticed. Trust me, it's better than I handle such things. If we were to allow others such as, god forbid, a roleplayer to dictate the course of events...well, that just wouldn't do would it? We would end up with such crazy things as Balls being kicked around, or flying through mountains on some foolhardy adventure!

The Five Star Ball chuckled. No no, it is far better that I decide these things after all. And my decision is that I shall remain here, sipping this wonderful beverage, until an individual with suitable refinement (he should also have speech rife with typographical errors, as none can be perfect save the Five Star Ball) should come around and take me to reunite with my fellow Balls. They are hardly as refined as the Five Star Ball of course, but it cannot be helped. One can only only do so much!
 
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