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.
Current Ninpocho Time:
Yamaguchi Kami's Path to Nothingness
- Thread starter Kami
- Start date
Approved.
Learning a bunch of abilities. You'll find each ability followed by its section of RP. Do note that all the RPs flow from one to the next, in case you start from the middle and are confused about continuity.
Insight
The white of the room grew whiter when the light waved from side to side. Everything held a coldness to it, but his breath did not furl before him, due only to the dryness of the interrogation quarters he was held in. His finger traced a pattern on the surface of the desk that resembled a butterfly's wings, over and over, as the table's surface shivered and shook under constant slamming. The person slamming the table was the interrogator, the high-ranking officer, the first to lose his cool. But the man was no ordinary person. He was Akazora Renmei, Reika's little brother. He could not have been older than eighteen, his face having yet to feel the touch of a real scar. But then again, Kami's face was without any sign of fighting. But this was intentional. Head movement. Renmei looked like the kind that hadn't been punched properly.
And his flawless little baby-face furled in a frown, then crumpled like paper into a scowl, Kami's alligator teeth bore themselves in a wide and clownish smile. There was a one-way mirror to Kami's right, and he knew who must have been standing behind it. He wanted her to watch Renmei fall apart, forget his training, do what he was told not to. While Kami's hands were bound to either side of the table, handcuffs holding his wrists prisoner only a few inches away from two separate legs, his face was free -- and more importantly was his mouth.
"Don't you dare take her name you fuckin' FILTH!"
Kami's grin widened, and the jagged line between his teeth opened up to reveal his long reptilian tongue. Some had postulated that it was a curse for him to hold such a mouth, but his female friends would have disagreed. He wanted Renmei to have indecent thoughts about Kami's tongue, about the places Kami's tongue had been, about the boundaries it had crossed and the juices it had consumed. Renmei did just that. His eyes widened while the wrinkles along the bridge of his young nose betrayed his lack of composure, and finally, the boy did what Kami had wanted the boy to do. He stepped away, and he locked the door.
Small thuds signaled that whoever was outside, was now smashing their fist against the one-way mirror, trying to signal the boy to stop. But Renmei would not listen, not while Kami's tongue stuck far outside of his lips and curved up in a horizontal 's' shape. That's how you hit he spot. If you're not hitting the spot, you're doing it wrong. A thinly veiled chuckle slipped Kami's lips as his tongue caressed the air on top of it, and he bobbed his head, watching and mocking the boy. Then, finally, Renmei reached over and took a hold of Kami's hair. That's when things got interesting.
Defensive Technique
The first punch came as a surprise, not because Kami did not expect it, but the kid hit hard. The Hokage's head jerked to the right, and he poised for the next shot. Renmei was muttering something between clenched teeth, teeth that were likely clenched harder than even his fists. But when his fist came swinging again, Kami tucked his head in and met it with his forehead. He could hear the knuckles give way, the punch turning from adamant to complacent in one quick thud against the thick of Kami's skull.
"She would never let you do that!"
Another punch came, this one was faster and angrier, and Kami took pleasure in biting down his teeth and smashing his head into the incoming fist. The CEO felt his knees buckle with a tingling sensation, but what he felt even before that was the singular crack of bone. Renmei's knuckle had chipped. It would only be weaker for the next punch, and weaker yet for the one after that. Kami's grin grew hungry and violent as the thudding became louder against the window.
"She would never...!" Another punch met with a hard surface, but this time it was weaker coming in, and weaker going out. Kami heard the familiar click of a crack, the chipping chirp that made one's knuckles disoriented and ugly. "She would... never..." The boy had tears running down his eyes as he reeled back for another punch. A singular trickle of blood traveled down Kami's face from a cut at his forehead. Renmei's hands, on the other hand, trembled from the fracture.
"She..."
Bloody Mess
"That the best you got, redhat?" Redhat was the equivalent of a racial slur, but with regards to the Akazora. It was a name that came about during the Akazora's political coup, and when things went south for them, the public took delight in watching their downfall. The 'redhat' taunt became a tradition, the oily film of acid that flowed beneath the otherwise peaceful stream of Leaf City. And Kami delighted in seeing that Renmei recognized the term.
"F-f-fuck.. y-"
"No wonder she needed a real man."
"BASTARD!!!"
The boy with the broken hand now clenched Kami's hair in both of his hands. The Hokage slid his tongue to the back of his mouth, pouted his lips to cushion his teeth, and braced for impact. When the boy did the only thing he had left to do, Kami began to bleed profusely. He slammed Kami's head into the stone table that Kami was chained to, and with each thunderous thud, a pool of blood beneath his face grew more virulent and expansive.
By the third hit, Kami's vision was almost entirely painted red, and blurred to the point of being unintelligible. The Yamaguchi let out a grown, noticing then that his mouth had filled with blood. Another slam and he could feel his bottom left incisor tear through his lip. Mana would have a field day healing this. Another blindingly loud slam into the table, and the blood flowed off the edge of the table and onto his lap. Through his pain-ridden groans, Kami managed to make words and deploy them back into war. "It's cuz she knows how small your dick is! Ha ha ha... ha hahahaha..." He couldn't see where the boy was, and practically the only thing he felt now was Renmei's hands holding onto Kami's hair. Down he went into another rapid slam against the table. But this time it was different.
The table cracked, and Kami's blood rushed through it like a waterfall, into the floor beneath. Kami growled in excitement.
Healing Factor
It would be difficult for Renmei to digest just how much of this interrogation went according to Kami's plan. Later on, when he would inevitably be told, Renmei would claim that Kami was just lucky, subject of just the right series of coincidences. That was all talk. At that very moment, when Kami stood on shaky legs, and pulled his hands apart and free on the now broken table, Renmei would know a deep fear. It was what everyone felt. Some combination of the vividly nightmarish imagery, combined with the pearly white teeth shown from Kami's grin, might have made Renmei think that Kami was indeed the demon they told him Kami was.
The Hokage's fists clenched, life jolting through his numb fingertips and shooting up and down his spine like a drug. His hand reached up to wipe the stream of blood away, and it revealed his gaping cut, one that had been worsened by the slamming. Taking crumbs of the broken table from near his feet, Kami wiped the gray material across his cut and into his flesh. It stopped the bleeding, and this sort of shrill and shrieking pain was a welcome one. It didn't make his vision blurry and his skin numb, but did the opposite. As he stepped towards Renmei, feeling more alive than ever, the window thudded in a panic.
Initiative
Kami turned to look at the mirror while Renmei backed himself up against the wall. There was someone standing on the other side thinking the same thing Kami was. Renmei was a stuck in there with Kami. And Kami now wondered if whoever was struck by that panicked thought, whoever had not ceased banging on the mirror, was perhaps Reika after all. The thought made the hair on his skin stand in attention, and his fists clenched in this furious excitement.
Renmei ran in to detain Kami, but Kami was much quicker. A quick shot to the boy's front knee and it bent in the wrong direction. A scream and a thud soon followed, wherein Renmei now grasped vainly at the chair Kami had been sitting on, trying now to find his way back to his feet. But it was a pointless ordeal, something people tended to do regardless of how fruitless it was. Whenever they were cut down, their first instinct was to stand back up. Think later, stand first. Kami was, again, quicker. Another strong front push-kick to the chest and Renmei's back crashed against the room's far wall.
"My turn."
Called Shot & Human Anatomy
Now began the thrashing on the door. There was still only one other person on the other end, which revealed that wherever they were, it was a temporary location created solely for headquarters. The group they had come with was small, probably a splinter-cell operation. They definitely did not expect running into Kami. And it gave Kami plenty of time to work.
"I wonder if your sister knows~" His tone of voice was that of an adult talking to a child. Renmei failed his next attempt to get to his feet. Instead he slid back down with a yelp of pain when the slightest pressure came down on the reverted knee. It was a disgusting sight, and Kami might have turned away, if he hadn't been so genuinely lured in by the boy's pain. His approach to the boy's fallen body was a predatory one, taking in the pleasure of each step, the gratification of having caught his prey. The cement-like crumbs of stone along his face wound had become red now, and blood would soon begin trickling out. It didn't matter much logistically, but there was a triumph to having stopped the bleeding, and Kami didn't want Renmei's last vision to be Kami's bleeding face.
When finally the Hokage stopped, Renmei was looking up at him with fret and contemplation. Resolve and panic now danced in his eyes, each taking their turn with leading the other, but neither staying in control long enough for Renmei to decide on what emotion was more dominant. "Please..." he said finally, drawing out a satisfied sigh from Kami. "Please don't... please..." Everyone begs. Not a single exception existed to that rule. Everyone valued their lives more than everything else, and for that reason, when faced with death, everyone begged. Filthy redhats.
Kami leaned down and met eyes with his victim. The contrast between their expressions didn't begin to express the difference in their states of mind. This difference only worsened when Kami reached his hands in between Renmei's thighs, and took a firm hold of the boy's balls. When Kami began crushing them, that's when the screams began.
The white of the room grew whiter when the light waved from side to side. Everything held a coldness to it, but his breath did not furl before him, due only to the dryness of the interrogation quarters he was held in. His finger traced a pattern on the surface of the desk that resembled a butterfly's wings, over and over, as the table's surface shivered and shook under constant slamming. The person slamming the table was the interrogator, the high-ranking officer, the first to lose his cool. But the man was no ordinary person. He was Akazora Renmei, Reika's little brother. He could not have been older than eighteen, his face having yet to feel the touch of a real scar. But then again, Kami's face was without any sign of fighting. But this was intentional. Head movement. Renmei looked like the kind that hadn't been punched properly.
And his flawless little baby-face furled in a frown, then crumpled like paper into a scowl, Kami's alligator teeth bore themselves in a wide and clownish smile. There was a one-way mirror to Kami's right, and he knew who must have been standing behind it. He wanted her to watch Renmei fall apart, forget his training, do what he was told not to. While Kami's hands were bound to either side of the table, handcuffs holding his wrists prisoner only a few inches away from two separate legs, his face was free -- and more importantly was his mouth.
"Don't you dare take her name you fuckin' FILTH!"
Kami's grin widened, and the jagged line between his teeth opened up to reveal his long reptilian tongue. Some had postulated that it was a curse for him to hold such a mouth, but his female friends would have disagreed. He wanted Renmei to have indecent thoughts about Kami's tongue, about the places Kami's tongue had been, about the boundaries it had crossed and the juices it had consumed. Renmei did just that. His eyes widened while the wrinkles along the bridge of his young nose betrayed his lack of composure, and finally, the boy did what Kami had wanted the boy to do. He stepped away, and he locked the door.
Small thuds signaled that whoever was outside, was now smashing their fist against the one-way mirror, trying to signal the boy to stop. But Renmei would not listen, not while Kami's tongue stuck far outside of his lips and curved up in a horizontal 's' shape. That's how you hit he spot. If you're not hitting the spot, you're doing it wrong. A thinly veiled chuckle slipped Kami's lips as his tongue caressed the air on top of it, and he bobbed his head, watching and mocking the boy. Then, finally, Renmei reached over and took a hold of Kami's hair. That's when things got interesting.
Defensive Technique
The first punch came as a surprise, not because Kami did not expect it, but the kid hit hard. The Hokage's head jerked to the right, and he poised for the next shot. Renmei was muttering something between clenched teeth, teeth that were likely clenched harder than even his fists. But when his fist came swinging again, Kami tucked his head in and met it with his forehead. He could hear the knuckles give way, the punch turning from adamant to complacent in one quick thud against the thick of Kami's skull.
"She would never let you do that!"
Another punch came, this one was faster and angrier, and Kami took pleasure in biting down his teeth and smashing his head into the incoming fist. The CEO felt his knees buckle with a tingling sensation, but what he felt even before that was the singular crack of bone. Renmei's knuckle had chipped. It would only be weaker for the next punch, and weaker yet for the one after that. Kami's grin grew hungry and violent as the thudding became louder against the window.
"She would never...!" Another punch met with a hard surface, but this time it was weaker coming in, and weaker going out. Kami heard the familiar click of a crack, the chipping chirp that made one's knuckles disoriented and ugly. "She would... never..." The boy had tears running down his eyes as he reeled back for another punch. A singular trickle of blood traveled down Kami's face from a cut at his forehead. Renmei's hands, on the other hand, trembled from the fracture.
"She..."
Bloody Mess
"That the best you got, redhat?" Redhat was the equivalent of a racial slur, but with regards to the Akazora. It was a name that came about during the Akazora's political coup, and when things went south for them, the public took delight in watching their downfall. The 'redhat' taunt became a tradition, the oily film of acid that flowed beneath the otherwise peaceful stream of Leaf City. And Kami delighted in seeing that Renmei recognized the term.
"F-f-fuck.. y-"
"No wonder she needed a real man."
"BASTARD!!!"
The boy with the broken hand now clenched Kami's hair in both of his hands. The Hokage slid his tongue to the back of his mouth, pouted his lips to cushion his teeth, and braced for impact. When the boy did the only thing he had left to do, Kami began to bleed profusely. He slammed Kami's head into the stone table that Kami was chained to, and with each thunderous thud, a pool of blood beneath his face grew more virulent and expansive.
By the third hit, Kami's vision was almost entirely painted red, and blurred to the point of being unintelligible. The Yamaguchi let out a grown, noticing then that his mouth had filled with blood. Another slam and he could feel his bottom left incisor tear through his lip. Mana would have a field day healing this. Another blindingly loud slam into the table, and the blood flowed off the edge of the table and onto his lap. Through his pain-ridden groans, Kami managed to make words and deploy them back into war. "It's cuz she knows how small your dick is! Ha ha ha... ha hahahaha..." He couldn't see where the boy was, and practically the only thing he felt now was Renmei's hands holding onto Kami's hair. Down he went into another rapid slam against the table. But this time it was different.
The table cracked, and Kami's blood rushed through it like a waterfall, into the floor beneath. Kami growled in excitement.
Healing Factor
It would be difficult for Renmei to digest just how much of this interrogation went according to Kami's plan. Later on, when he would inevitably be told, Renmei would claim that Kami was just lucky, subject of just the right series of coincidences. That was all talk. At that very moment, when Kami stood on shaky legs, and pulled his hands apart and free on the now broken table, Renmei would know a deep fear. It was what everyone felt. Some combination of the vividly nightmarish imagery, combined with the pearly white teeth shown from Kami's grin, might have made Renmei think that Kami was indeed the demon they told him Kami was.
The Hokage's fists clenched, life jolting through his numb fingertips and shooting up and down his spine like a drug. His hand reached up to wipe the stream of blood away, and it revealed his gaping cut, one that had been worsened by the slamming. Taking crumbs of the broken table from near his feet, Kami wiped the gray material across his cut and into his flesh. It stopped the bleeding, and this sort of shrill and shrieking pain was a welcome one. It didn't make his vision blurry and his skin numb, but did the opposite. As he stepped towards Renmei, feeling more alive than ever, the window thudded in a panic.
Initiative
Kami turned to look at the mirror while Renmei backed himself up against the wall. There was someone standing on the other side thinking the same thing Kami was. Renmei was a stuck in there with Kami. And Kami now wondered if whoever was struck by that panicked thought, whoever had not ceased banging on the mirror, was perhaps Reika after all. The thought made the hair on his skin stand in attention, and his fists clenched in this furious excitement.
Renmei ran in to detain Kami, but Kami was much quicker. A quick shot to the boy's front knee and it bent in the wrong direction. A scream and a thud soon followed, wherein Renmei now grasped vainly at the chair Kami had been sitting on, trying now to find his way back to his feet. But it was a pointless ordeal, something people tended to do regardless of how fruitless it was. Whenever they were cut down, their first instinct was to stand back up. Think later, stand first. Kami was, again, quicker. Another strong front push-kick to the chest and Renmei's back crashed against the room's far wall.
"My turn."
Called Shot & Human Anatomy
Now began the thrashing on the door. There was still only one other person on the other end, which revealed that wherever they were, it was a temporary location created solely for headquarters. The group they had come with was small, probably a splinter-cell operation. They definitely did not expect running into Kami. And it gave Kami plenty of time to work.
"I wonder if your sister knows~" His tone of voice was that of an adult talking to a child. Renmei failed his next attempt to get to his feet. Instead he slid back down with a yelp of pain when the slightest pressure came down on the reverted knee. It was a disgusting sight, and Kami might have turned away, if he hadn't been so genuinely lured in by the boy's pain. His approach to the boy's fallen body was a predatory one, taking in the pleasure of each step, the gratification of having caught his prey. The cement-like crumbs of stone along his face wound had become red now, and blood would soon begin trickling out. It didn't matter much logistically, but there was a triumph to having stopped the bleeding, and Kami didn't want Renmei's last vision to be Kami's bleeding face.
When finally the Hokage stopped, Renmei was looking up at him with fret and contemplation. Resolve and panic now danced in his eyes, each taking their turn with leading the other, but neither staying in control long enough for Renmei to decide on what emotion was more dominant. "Please..." he said finally, drawing out a satisfied sigh from Kami. "Please don't... please..." Everyone begs. Not a single exception existed to that rule. Everyone valued their lives more than everything else, and for that reason, when faced with death, everyone begged. Filthy redhats.
Kami leaned down and met eyes with his victim. The contrast between their expressions didn't begin to express the difference in their states of mind. This difference only worsened when Kami reached his hands in between Renmei's thighs, and took a firm hold of the boy's balls. When Kami began crushing them, that's when the screams began.
[Marked Inactive as of - 10/2/2013]
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