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On this page are all the ADA Ninjaz's community created fan fictions. They are held through events such as Ninjaz Got Talent and Fanfiction Contest, held occasionally on the Official ADA Ninjaz Discord and ADA Ninjaz Twitter.

Fan Fiction Contest 1

The first fan fiction contest was held on the ADA Ninjaz Discord Server from 26/09/2021.

Prompt

You've picked your clans, read some lore, seen some manga panels, and gotten some NFT.

Now it's the time where YOU, the amazing ADA Ninjaz Community, write a story about the ADA Ninjaz World.

Get creative! It can be about a character living in Ninava, it can be about the clan as a whole, or even just the overarching expanded lore about the country.

No promises, but if The StoryTellerZ likes the idea enough he may incorporate an aspect of it into the story.

Reward

  • ADA Ninjaz NFT at launch + 2500 xp

Winning Entry chosen

HoodiePapi#6781's entry

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Introduction

Hi there. I am but a humble, mysterious story teller. With a story to tell.

Would you care to sit?

You may have heard tales of the legendary “Math Shinobi” by now. His legend is being spread throughout the land. Not a day goes by, when you won’t hear about the amazing feats he has achieved through the power of mathematics.

Some him as “The man who gave the Atsuko to logic”.

To others, he is “The one closest to the sky”

Heck, a select few even refer to him as “Infinite One”

But what is the truth?

Behind any legend, there is always more than what can be observed on the surface. His story is no different.

Where he came from.

And why he is the way he is.

But to do this. I have to go back…all the way to the beginning…

PROLOGUE

AGE 9 - 14

You The Boy called Pie

Pie hailed from the Aramarian Royalty. His grandfather was the head of the clan at the time. Naturally, as royalty, Pie was homeschooled. For several hours a day, he would receive tutorage from some of the greatest minds in the nation. On everything from etiquette to warfare tactics & strategies. An especially great emphasis was placed on his Science studies.

Aramar is very much known as the center of technology. A long time ago, shortly after 3 clans were created, the Aramar clan decided to invest in technology. It was thought that, the human body has its limits. Limits, which could only be surpassed through the advancement of supplementary technology. Battle suits. Weapons. Transport. You name it. For a long time, the Aramar clan was widely known as the defacto “leading clan”. Nicknamed the “Guardians”,

protectors of Asahi, the capital of Ninavia. And Pie was going to be the one who would continue to oversee it all…

His grandfather had big plans for him. He was to be the next head of the clan. But Pie had little interest in running a nation. His interests lay elsewhere.

He loved….Math.

Mathematics or Math for short, is a science in its own right. It is the science of structure, order and relation. Evolved from counting, measuring, and describing the shapes of objects. It was an old neglected discipline that played a prominent part in the development of society long ago. But for some reason, it was hidden away, and only practised by a select few royally appointed scholars. Pie discovered a stash of old scrolls in an abandoned corner of the royal library and he was instantly hooked. From as soon as he could read, he excelled at everything he put his attention on.

But for the first time, he struggled to grasp something. This new world he had stumbled on…scribbled onto half a dozen parchments...

It was as if it was…infinite.

Pie’s father was deemed unsuitable to lead the clan (even if it was his ultimate dream). He was rash, stubborn, and selfish. These qualities would surely drive the clan into turmoil…especially at a time in which tensions between the Aramar clan and the Atsuko clan were at an all time high. The Atsuko clan was a rival clan that prioritised strength and brute force over everything. Primitive in their methods. For the longest, they were simple bandits & brutes. Raiding for the sake of self gain. But in recent years, they had started to move with more purpose. Their actions become noticeably more strategic…more calculated.

To add to that, it seems that the whispers surrounding their interests in taboo practices & the occult had much truth to them.A village raided east of Asahi recently had signs of a blood ritual taking place, and there were constant reports of young virgin girls going missing, all over the land.

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Now, more than ever the right decisions had to made in order to secure the future of the clan. Naturally, being aware of all of this made Pie’s father extremely hostile to his wife and son. Pie’s mother was an extreme beauty, albeit being born of common blood. She was working as a maid in the palace when she was selected. Her grandmother was a war slave from Atsuko, captured as a trophy in the 1st great ninja war. She and anything that came from her - all belonged to him. It was because of this fact, that nobody would speak up when she “fell” down the palace steps that one time. Or when she showed up bruised, black and blue.

It wasn’t always this way though. Pie’s father was kinder. His personality took a turn for the worse when his mother passed. And in combination with the harsh expectations of pie’s grandfather that he knew he would never meet…the outcome was inevitable. He truly loved

Pie’s mother, once. She was the only one never scared of him. The only one that never judged him. She accepted him. Just as he was. And she loved him too.

But even love has its limits.

For some time, she had managed to reconnect with a distant relative from the Atsuko Clan. She would exchange secret letters with her by means of carrier pigeon…biding her time. Waiting for that fateful day.

When that day arrived…it was almost as if it was fate. A strangely timed nearby night raid by a faction of Atsukan Ninjas meant that the palace was short staffed

Under the cover of the night, Pie and his mother made there way out on an old paddleboat. Their destination. The Atsukan settlement.

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PART 1

The Atsuko Clan

A year had passed since Pie and his mother fled to the Atsukan settlement of Iga. Pie was now 15 years of age.

Iga. An independent Atsukan settlement situated in one of the least hospitable mountain ranges in the world, in the Far Eastern reaches of Ninavia. The mountain of Iga was so tall that a third of it rested comfortably above the clouds at all times, eternally blanketed in snow. Yet a monumental hot spring graced the caldera where its peak should have been, and it hosted an island in its northwest with surprisingly fertile soil.

For the past year, this was the place Pie and his mother now called home.

For years, the other clans were unwilling or unable to claim Iga, since any attempts would have been worn down by the inhospitable flanks of the mountain range. This suited the insular Atsuko clan perfectly- they had little need for traders and no need for laws made by people they've never seen nor heard of.

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With a population of roughly 30,000, the skilled huntsmen and raiders had their work cut out for them. The farmers of the settlement raised goats and other hardy livestock, as well as a few crops adapted to the rarified air, but at such an altitude they were not able to grow any trees. Most of the resources used in the settlement were gathered from hunting nearer the base of the mountains, as well as from the regular raids carried out by the expedition force.

As for the Atsuko clan themselves, behind the rumours and stories, there was another side that you would never be able to witness unless you were able to walk amongst them.

The Atsukans were very simple, yet passionate and proud. The meaning of Atsuko is 'kind', 'sincere', 'pure', 'warm', 'honest', 'passion', and 'child' as the syllable 'ko' is generally the Kanji for 'child'. Atsuko is believed to mean 'a child with deep emotions' and symbolizes kindness, passion, and care for others. They had always been fierce warriors, but that was only when they needed to protect their own. It was only in recent times specifically, that a much darker side of the clan emerged.

The man responsible for this was Ryuji Oboro, a young man that had succeeded the Oboro Faction within the Atsuko Clan (the smallest of the 5 head families within the clan itself). --

It was not clear how he had risen to power so quickly. And it was widely alleged that the Oboro clan was buried deep in research of the occult arts behind the scenes. Ryuji was a cold blooded individual, but besides that, he had something key that made him stand apart from the usual clan leader candidates of the Atsuko…he had an overwhelming level of intellect. And he prioritised winning by any means, over winning honourably. Under his leadership, trouble was brewing in the shadows, but nonetheless, the townsfolk were non the wiser. On a day to day basis, settlement life was business as usual.

Pie’s mother worked around the clock at the largest Inn in town, ran by her aunt. Because of this, she was rarely ever home. And when she was, she would be completely exhausted. Pie had to learn a lot of things that he would never have been allowed to back in Aramar. Cooking. Cleaning.

He didn’t mind this at all.

It also gave him a lot of time to read over the half a dozen or so math scrolls that he managed to bring with him when they fled Asahi.

He had learned to count…Covered the 4 basic elements. Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication & Division as well as learning about basic shapes. But that was all that was contained in these scrolls. His only option was to read and re-read, over and over again. But he never got bored. Because each time, new questions would arise…new ideas...and without fully understanding it, he was already forming a foundation for intermediate concepts in his head.

He also had to go to school however. And this was most definitely his least favourite aspect of his new life. He had been homeschooled the entire time. And he was VERY different from the other children. The Atsukan syllabus was centred around building skills related to combat and hunting for the boys, while girls would learn the more traditional skills pertaining to taking care of

the household.

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Pie was a peaceful boy…and did not like harming others. He would much rather explore the limitless world he could create with his intellect in his head, than be present on the outside. He was shunned and bullied for this - both by his classmates, and his teachers. But for him, it was always only a matter of time until he could head home and go over his math scrolls again.

One day…on his way home. Pie spotted an old man being harassed by some of his classmates. It was ironically, after he had stepped in the path of the bullies that he remember...he couldn’t fight.

Minutes later, as he brushed off his bruises…

“Thank you young man…but you shouldn’t have put yourself in danger for an old relic such as myself.”

“Eh…it’s fine…my mother has always taught me to stand up when I see something wrong happening”

The seemingly old man, started to help Pie gather his math scrolls when suddenly…

!!!

“This…this can’t be” the old man said, with a wry smile on his face.

???. Pie was puzzled.

“Tell me boy…what do you know about Math…jutsu?”

“Math…jutsu??? I only know of sansū (math)”

“Oh…(chuckle)…I see…never mind”

Pie had gathered all of his stuff and bid the old man farewell.

Just as he made it to the end of the road…

“Wait!”

“?”

“Tell me something…what is 7 plus 8?”

“…1..5?”

“Good…9 x 7”

“63”

“Wonderful!…finally…7 divided 3”

“….”

Pie thought hard…but at this point he had no understanding of fractional numbers. All the equations he had read about in his scrolls resulted in whole number answers.

“It is as I thought…here, let me see those scrolls, boy”

It was hard to believe at this point, that this elderly man, was elderly at all. He stood tall. As if he had been rejuvenated by the sight of the scrolls he now held so preciously in his hands.

“I can tell you have grasped the fundamentals. But there is much more to learn. You have only scratched the surface. Come. I will teach you more about sansū. My name is Tan-to”

From that day on, Pie would stop by the Tan-to’s house every day after school for study. Fate had brought him deeper into the world of Math.

As the days passed, Pie’s head was filled with wonderful new mathematical concepts. Algebraic formula, Calculus, Geometry. Tan-to, passed all of it onto him.

Pie’s mother had noticed a pleasant change in him. He was her only companion these days, but with the start of his journey into adolescence, she had been feeling like she was starting to lose him ever so slowly. Her only friend in the town was a slightly older woman she had befriended at

the market stalls, O-toko. But even then, because of their situation, she was wary of letting anyone too close. And call it, female intuition, but she was correct to be wary. For a while now, there had been suspicions cast on Pie and his mother. Pie’s mannerisms made him stick out like a sore thumb. O-toko was instructed to get close to his mother in order to find out more. One day, while out at the hot springs, O-toko catches a glimpse of the Aramarian slave brand on Pie’s mother’s ankle. Of course, she reports this back to none other than Ryuji Oboro. Later that night, the Oboro ninjas raids their house. His mother is seized and Pie is pinned down helpless.

“It seems that the martial god has smiled upon me yet again…”

Ryuji entered the house. His silver, coily hair slightly covered a fine, radiant face. Bloodshot hazel eyes, set far within their sockets, gazed deeply into his surroundings as he made his way towards Pie’s mother.

“You are exactly what I have been waiting for, my dear”

Pie’s screams were suppressed by the hand of the Oboro Ninja restraining him.

He was helpless to watch as Ryuji pulled out a small golden chalice. Strangely enough, this chalice was emblazoned with an ancient Aramarian crest, which Pie was familiar with. Ryuji snapped his fingers and 4 shaman entered behind him. One by one, each shaman proceeded to dismember an arm, leaving blood to spill out everywhere. High pitched, blood curdling

screams filled the room, as Ryuji sat in the centre with Pie’s mother in front of him, brandishing a chain sickle in his right hand.

“This is all for a greater cause. May your spirit find solace in the depths of my being…”

Pie’s mother summoned the last piece of strength she had, and looked over at her son. She managed to mouth the words “I love you”…and then.

Pa-chink! Her body fell limp to the ground

Ryuji then started to pour her blood into the cup, before drinking. His body writhed in twisted pleasure.

“Your mother tastes delicious, boy”

Pie…eyes wide with shock had no option but to pass out from the horror of what he had just witnessed

“The light is always accompanied by the darkness. Everything is equal in measure. I am doing all of this, for the betterment, of the Atsuko.”

“You have seen more than I would like any outside to see just yet. I cannot let you live” said Ryuji as he got up and prepared to deal with Pie’s unconscious body.

Just then.

FWINGGGG!!!

For just a moment. Time within the space around Pie’s house seemed to come to a standstill. If only just momentarily.

Infinity Art: Imaginary Light Speed Footsteps!

Old man Tan-to had appeared out of nowhere. He was now standing in the middle of the room surrounded by Oboro Ninja.

“It seems I have arrived moments too late”

Ryuji stood, stunned…”You…”

DIVISION ART: Euclidean Separation!

The heads of the 4 Oboro Ninja that just moments ago, stood weapons drawn, ready to fight, were instantaneously separated from their bodies.

“You are 100 years too early to challenge me. The weight of my math, cannot be comprehended by the likes of the Oboro”

Ryuji regained his composure.

“Old man, we both know that you are but a husk of your old self”

Tan-to replied..”Hoh…don’t worry…I am sure I still have enough left to teach a young bull worm like you one last lesson”

MULTIPLICATION ART: Weight x 4!

SUBTRACTION ART: Zero Style - Reduce to Zero!

In an instant, Tan-to shot a palm thrust forward at a lightning fast pace…his target was Ryuji’s heart. Ryuji was one step ahead, and what Tan-ten thought he had hit, was merely a bunshin.

Ryuji was nowhere to be seen.

A faint echo could be heard in the wind “I have no intention of fighting with you today old man. You may leave with the boy tonight. But the next time we meet…know that I will not be as merciful”

Tan-ten flees with Pie over his shoulder.

Just on the outskirts of the settlement, he lays pie on top of a bed of straw and looks down with.a solemn expression.

A young child should not have to experience the perils of the world until they reach a proper age.

He had come to understand through his time teaching this child, how special he truly was.

“I’m sorry for what I have to do to you now my dear child…I fear that if you wake up to the memory of what just transpired…it will prevent you from reaching your true potential.”

Tan-ten took a knee, placed his right palm over Pie’s face and quietly whispered…

“Subtraction art: Memory deduction”

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Part 2

A few days later. Pie wakes up in an unfamiliar room.

Tan-to is seated in the corner, with his back turned…in front of a fire.

“Where…where am I?” Pie asks

“We are on the outskirts of Daisukan territory boy. In the hidden Math Village” “What happened? Where is my mother??”

“…”

“You won’t be able to see your mother for a while. As to why, I will explain when you are ready” “Ready for what???”

“Boy, I will ask again…what do you know of Mathjutsu?”

“I’ve told you! I don’t know what you are talking about, you crazy old man!” “I understand. I need you to listen to everything I am about to tell you”

He introduced himself once again as Tan-to. One of 3 brothers responsible for creating ninja society

“But…that’s impossible…the ninja world was formed thousands of years ago…you would have to be thousands of years old!”

“With Math…anything is possible…it is everlasting. It is the infinite will”

He continued his story.

It is widely misunderstood that the founder of the Ninja world was Asahi.

However this was untrue. The original ninja world was founded by 3 brothers. Their names were Cosine-jo, Sine-monokuni, and Tan-ji. All 3 Elders now lead the math clan.

In the beginning, all ninjas used to coexist under a single banner. Back then there were a number of ancient disciplines that crossed over and became practised in their own branches of Ninjutsu. When the clans split up and factions were formed, a-lot of these ancient ninjutsu became lost forever.

Mathjutsu was originally one of the Aramar arts, but due to its roots in peace and not harming humans, it was discarded by the head at the time. The Aramar were traditionally the royalty in the old world, so they felt they needed something for fitting, and headed into technology as a means to do that. The 3 clans chose to specialise as follows:

Atsuko - Blood (necromancy) & Shadow Arts

Daisuke - Life & Nature Arts

Aramar - Guardian & (new Tech Arts)

“So this Math…jutsu you keep talking about…what does it have to do with the math you’ve been teaching me all this time”

“I have been teaching you the basics, my boy. You still have along way before you can learn Mathjutsu”

He continued his explanation

Mathematics comes in 2 primary forms.

First, there is Sansū. This is where you understand that 1 plus 1 is 2.

Then there is Sūgaku. This is where you understand why one and one = 2 Sansū and Sūgaku together, form the basis for Mathjutsu.

Mathjutsu is formed of the base principals below:

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Counting - Hidden breath techniques that help grant the body access to increased capabilities. One can count normally as an example. And one can count prime numbers as another example, Each individual method, can result in a slightly different outcome

Addition - Combination techniques

Multiplication - Buffs. Shadow Clones. Growing in size.

Division - AOE techniques aimed at dealing with larger groups

Subtraction - The Art of taking away. Taboo arts because they play with the concept of life itself Geometrical Taijutsu - A form of hand to hand combat based off drawing geometrical shapes

“Those are the basic elements…however, with anything, there are hidden paths that once can go down with enough mastery. I for one, am a master of Infinity arts.”

“??”

“Infinity arts govern time and space. With proper knowledge of imaginary numbers, you can trigger a phenomenon known as “inversion”. Worry not. I will teach you all I can. If you will let me”

“Why are you doing this?” Pie asked finally

“The future of the Ninja world lies in balance..."

"Math must return tho this world once again"

END OF BOOK 1

Other Submissions

Other submissions by Chamod#8463, dRəx .. NinjaZ#2793, Droptometrist-NinjaZ#1413, Fino#1919, Lazy hero__ josethestrong#5997, LocoCoco#8519, META G DonsCoyote-Ninjaz#1889, NinjaZ_will0w wh1sper#6661, and NinjaZachNFT#6360 can be read on the ADA Ninjaz Website Content Hub

Fan Fiction Contest 2

The second fan fiction contest was held on the ADA Ninjaz Discord Server from 12/03/2022 to 17/03/2022.

Prompt

Calling creative writers and storytellers!

You helped us create the Twin Cities Kemuliaan and Kemenangan, now we want you to create your very own fight scene within its city walls!

Pick a location(s) from the concept art of the city shown. Tell the fight scene! (don't forget to tell us why they're fighting). If your ninjaz battle scene is at multiple locations feel free to describe it in dot points.

Two winners total. The storyteller will pick one, and the community will vote on the second!

Reward

  • Your story will be featured as a page chapter separator in our next physical manga volume, with full credits to you.
  • Your story will also be shared on our blog and linked to our Fandom wiki.
  • NFT of your choice (S1 or S2).
  • Bragging rights for first ever officially endorsed fan-fiction story.

Winning Entry chosen by the team

(◡‿◡✿)#5563's entry

The stillness of the forest was broken by the sudden chaos. Sounds of war echoed from the village below the temple and Seiryu's heartbeat quickened. Screams, groans, and parrying of metal, smoke, and fire, all could be seen and heard from the village. "Atsuko has invaded-!" "Defend!" a shrill cry escaped the now locked-in battle Daisuke member calling out to the village. An older graceful image of a woman in danger popped into Seiryu's head "Mother!!" but his thoughts were interrupted as the clanking of a metal Torinoko smoke bomb hit the floor- the hissing and vile smell veiling the room of all sensory. Suddenly, a swift kick to the chest sent the young teen flying through the wooden shoji screen.

The force sent him tumbling back into the jade Kirin altar, causing pots, ashes, and offerings to collapse on top of him. Traces of the once holy room lay in destruction. The Butsudan prayer and holy memorial room now a scene of a decisive arena, the hope for peace dissipated in midst of destruction. The only way out was to fight. Seiryu's hand clenched in anger and threw off the wooden boards that collapsed over him. He jumped back to his feet, determined to lay waste to the perpetrator. Quickly looking to arm himself, he focused on the destroyed sacred cabinet.

A dull glint of silver sparkled, catching his eye. He hastily reached to grab his father's retired Sai weapon. But his action was interrupted as a high-pitched ringing made way to where the teen boy stood, as swiftly grabbed the splintered cabinet door, barely blocking the Shurikens that bulleted towards him aimed at his head. Without missing a beat the assassin kept pace as they dashed into the room, swiftly jabbing the space where the teen's chest was a second ago. He quickly tumbled back but wasn't fast enough. His cries echoed the wooden room as his thigh was grazed by the skilled assailants' Kunai. The dark green of his hakama pants, now stained with an ever-growing radius of blood, dyeing it black. They interlocked in battle, parrying and throwing kicks and punches, any victorious hit on the masked Atsuko member was met with the bitter taste of his own blood as his exposed body was met with punishment. Try as he might, he was overpowered and exhausted. The blood loss of battle rendered his body useless, as it became heavier to move, much less dodge, slowly succumbing to his injuries.

Seiryu barely blocked off a Kunai jab to the throat. The Atsuko assailant was merciless, the onslaught of hits increased as the overpowered Daisuke member could do naught but defend. A numbness started spreading through his body, before realizing the Kunai that wounded him was laced with poison. As his body went limp, a jade hilted Kunai zipped past his ear knocking the Kunai out of his assailant's hand. "Mother" he mumbled and slumped over. The vision of his mother blurred into two entities as she transferred into the room, her anger manifested into a stifling aura that surrounded her body. Body taut as a bowstring, long fingertips readied in Taijutsu. She commanded, "Asura, back away from my son". "So you finally decide to show yourself, dear sister. Do you realize how long it took me to find you both? You should've stayed and died with your husband! Don't worry, your boy will soon follow!" she threw her head back and cackled. As if an undisclosed agreement, only one of them would be making it out alive. Asura threw off her mask revealing a disfigured face, only a single icy eye glared back in hatred. "Shall we?" Her lips curled into a blood lustful grin as she released her chi, encasing her body with armor-mirroring her twin sister's auric rage.

Winning Entry chosen by the Community

Chocoloco#9308's entry

Every agreement works, at first, then each agreement must endure the test of time. Despite the clear boundaries decided in the past, both Kemuliaan and Kemenangan resemble the Yin and the Yang: intertwined.

Yes, their citizens chose a side: Technology or Faith. But one cannot stay away from wanting more comfort that technology provides; similarly, the hope that believers hold provides comfort in a world deprived of faith.

One faux-pas from the believers held within those high walls of steal, one spark of light coming from a house where nature is the rule could trigger a succession of events that could reshape the balance of power and could turn into a bloody war.

For months both sides felt tensions rising with rumours:

Followers of fake gods calling for leaving technologies behind. Some, more radical than others damaging infrastructures causing real damages in the city of Kemenangan.

In Kemuliaan some would destroy crops on purpose to prove that technology could be the answer to recover from a bad harvest.

A Coup! That is what both leaders perceived. Blaming it on those “spies” sent by the other side.

Not opening a dialogue with the “detractors”, each side started to imprison them. Following a politic of denunciation many started to fear for their lives and started to wish they’d live on the other side.

The bridge that connects both side is naturally controlled by those that can keep it up and running: the Kemenangans. This would become the theatre where the first-blood is spilled, launching the initial battle of a long war.

The only way for the Kemuliaans fleeing would be to cross this path heavily guarded by Kemenangans since the raise of tensions. It is also the point of contact where merchants from Kemuliaan can exchange their harvests for goods manufactured by Kemenangan as long as it does not impact nature. Naturally some bonds were created between merchants from each side and that is where the lords of the underworld, the Atsukos, found there interests: getting people across both sides while getting their cut. Thisis one of the many stream of income they are employing in order to amass enough wealth to take over the Aramar from Kemenangan.

To keep the ball rolling under the nose of the heavy guarded bridge, the plan was simple, switch one person from Kemenangan with one person from Kemuliaan.

One morning, a particularly antsy clandestine from Kemuliaan decided to not follow the guidelines imposed by the Atsuko agents in charge of the swap taking place as the guards inspected the chariots from one of the merchants. One shot in the head was all it took as he was discovered running toward the other side.

The news spread like wildfire:

- “Kemuliaan tried to assassinate our leader” said the Aramar.

- “ Kemenangan shot in cold blood one of merchant” said a Daisuke general.

In an instant, both sides brought hundreds of their troops on each side of the bridge menacing a full scale invasion in retaliation. A long week of waiting followed. Each side expecting the other one to make a move.

“What better timing to weaken both cities?” thought the Atsuko’s leaders? Sending their most trusted commando at night, they snuck on the bridge, and set a bomb on. The explosion blast woke everyone within a ten kilometre radius.

While the soldiers that were guarding the bridge blamed their counter-part, the first arrow was shot at an Aramar.

- “Target down” said the Atsuko scout, “heading back to base”.

As the youngest recruit of the battalion plummeted face first on the ground, rage gained his comrades. Not long after, hundreds of them flooded the bridge seeking revenge.

Panicked and unprepared, the Daisuke army failed to rally on the bridge and decided to hold their ground on their soil, where the bridge ends. If there is one thing they can count on, it is their home: Nature will provide them the defence they need.

Racing through the bridge, the fierce Aramars pounded on the Daisuke, their Katana tainted red with the blood of those that drew the first shot. An easy victory. Or so they believed. As the last enemy fell and those still standing screamed victorious, the floor opened under their feet! Hundreds fell to their doom, impaled by what seems to be a long-time prepared trap. Those that managed to escape such trickery met with giant shadows slicing them through the night.

In the confusion, running to the bridge for his dear life and walking over a pile of bodies from this mass-grave in the making, a young soldier felt a whisper that would freeze anyone’s blood: “Make sure one of them comes back to Kemenangan…”.

As the screams ended and as morning came, the first light revealed what man is capable of: not one living soul was to be seen on the battlefield. Lead by one of its top commander, the rear of the Aramar’s army finally reached the edge of the bridge on Kemuliaan. The mutilated bodies, shredded limbs left no other conclusion:

- “An Urshanabi took part in this battle!” she screamed in anger. “Peace was never an option for those Pagans!”

As her troops demoralised started to show signs of fear, she turned around to face them, branded her weapon and shouted “If they want war, we will give them war!”. No one but her could change the moral of an entire army within seconds.

She charged towards the first set of houses seeking for Daisuke’s survivors to slaughter.

To her surprise, she was ambushed by well-organised shock-troopers from the Daisuke ranks, them too seeking vengeance for the death of their brothers. Those formidable foes sliced through many of the poorly trained souls until only the strong remained. Evenly matched, each side looked for ways to shift the trend in their favour until only 2 silhouettes remained standing, hardly visible through the sick layer of dust created by the chaos of the battle.

Without any second thought she drew her Urshanabi out to end this fight quickly. “One strike” she repeated to herself, “I only need one strike”.

As the formidable blue blade of her spirit cut through the air at an unfathomable speed to decapitate her enemy, she was met with the shied of her protector that deflected a monstruous attack from an unknown assailant.

Slowly standing back on her feet she said: “You are the one that killed all my men last night!” she said “Urshanabi’s are not to be used for war! Never!” she added in anger and tears.”

His mask falling off, broken from the attack of the Blue-spirit of the Aramar, revealed  a face familiar to her that smiled and nodded in agreement. “You drew your spirit first Levi, guardian of the Urshanabi Anaisthitos. I was acting in self defence”.

His smile faded away slowly while he was joined by reinforcement forcing Levi to flee back to Kemenangan.

As both armies agreed to a seize fire to recover the bodies of their fallen, fear slowly settled in the cities. But not everyone is struggling with such feeling and a small group gathered in the shadows discusses their plans to take part in the conflict to come. This private summit concluded on these words: “Today is the beginning of a new era where the order in place will shatter. We shall keep operating in the shadows until our moment to strike in the open is within our grasp.” said with a calm and calculating voice the ruler of the Urshanabi Morana.

Other submissions

Other submissions by Puggawugg#0248, META G DonsCoyote-Ninjaz#1889, Dames Bond#9771 can be read on the ADA Ninjaz Website Content Hub.

Fan Fiction Contest 3

The third fan fiction contest was held on the ADA Ninjaz Discord Server from 16/04/2022 to 23/04/2022.

Prompt

Pick a ninja, tell us their story.

Cues:

  • Who they are
  • Why they're in their specific clan
  • What is their ninja drive

Keeping all of the cues vague, so that you can let your creativity flow. Five winners will receive varying prizes from ninjaz to concept art NFTs.

Reward

  • Ninjaz NFT
  • Concept Art NFTs
  • Included in a potential collection of fan fiction short stories or integrate these into the manga as it grows (You can help us decide)

Five Winning Entries

These entries are not listed in any particular order.


$wolves#5222's entry - Atsuko #6555

Atsuko #6555

Ayane Kinomoto (Atsuko #6555), also known as Yana Tepes, is the daughter of Mina Tepes and Hanzo Kinomoto.

Mina, a former member of the Daisuke clan, was rescued by an advanced Atsuko unit from an ambush by the Aramar clan, which turned out to be a case of mistaken identity. The injured and unconscious Mina was taken by the Atsuko unit to their nearby safehouse.

The leader of the Atsuko unit, Hanzo Kinomoto, fell in love with the beautiful Mina as he aided her recovery and, soon enough, she requited his affection. Her bonds with the other members of the unit also grew strong when she witnessed first-hand that these Atsuko were not the heartless criminals she’d been made to believe – to her, they became family.

Mina and Hanzo had a child and named her Ayane. As Ayane grew older, the unit members treated her as their baby sister. They saw great potential in her athleticism, acrobatic prowess and her quick wits. They were tough on her when it came to her ninja training and Ayane loved to test herself against their high standards, which rapidly made her their equal by the time she turned fifteen.


(◡‿◡✿)#5563's entry - Aramar #3346

Aramar #3346

¿Kore? An infamous hack-kage group ran by the 23 yo mastermind Cue ball. Well known in the Aramars "Sol" district, they need no introduction as word on the street spreads of the heroic and villainous deeds they commit. Being the most wanted and adored vigilantes in the Aramar Clan, they really try to spread the mantra that "Technology should bring people together". The goal in targeting various corporate companies, politicians, pharmaceuticals, and laboratories is to keep all government officials in check to ensure peace reigns for Aramar, and the citizens of Ninava. "Transparency is the name of the game and we are here for it." As their broadcast screen goes live, all Aramarians stop as the signature black and purple pyramid hack-kage screen flashes and it is the only clue given to the government officials in terms of identity. Many fans of the group wear the merchandised hoodie as a sign of solidarity in what ¿Kore? is trying to achieve. This unity masks any potential leads, hindering Aramars government officials and all launched investigations due to the overwhelming support. All routes eventually lead to a dead end. The biggest hint released is a simple clue patched on their sleeve. "GRDN".

Atsuko #2074

META G DonsCoyote-Ninjaz#1889's entry - Atsuko #2074

Dancing leaves of a flame reflecting off her eyes are some of the earliest of Kazuya's memories. She regularly watched as Daisuke forests and villages were burned to the ground by her clan. The crackles of burning wood and the radiating warmth of the flames provided a soothing comfort to her soul amidst screams of burning flesh. As she matured, the beckon of the flame never left. In order to blend with Aramar, she joined an inter-league tennis team to compete with Aramar prep schools and perform espionage. She became infamous during a tournament game in which her last recorded words were "Game-Set-Match" before lighting a match and setting the stadium aflame.


Bond, ❖₳𝐑₳𝐌₳𝐑❖ Bond's entry - Atsuko #8182

Atsuko #8182

Cristina "Lynn" Villagomez wasn't always who she is today. She used to be more soft spoken and would get picked on constantly. Her parents put her into martial arts to help build her confidence, but doing so changed her entirely. With her new found power she herself became the bully and never allowed anyone to dis her without retaliation. Through a boyfriend, she was able to join the Atsuko clan. They further nurtured her rage and lust for power. They helped train her to be adept with a sword and fine tuned her fighting. She even earned her own companion whom further bolsters her abilities under a full moon. With a sarcastic, dark sense of humor and the skills to back it up, this pantheress is driven to constantly test her limits and descend the ranks of Atsuko to power.


Puggawugg | ÄT§UĶØ's entry- Atsuko #1504

Atsuko #1504

Coral had come from a long line of Atsuko Clan members, and naturally, her family was extremely loyal to the clan, grooming her to be the next representing member of their family. The goal was for her to be the companion of the Atsuko General, Kao.  Once such decision was decided, it was taboo to show her face to anyone else. Being chosen as his bride meant she needed to be above everyone else, in every way and exceptional to keep the attention of such a high ranked clan member. Quiet and self kept as a teen, often because she was left alone after rigorous fight training she would try to sneak off to a nearby library to learn about the world she was kept from knowing. She saw many things, and on the cover of a particular magazine art- she saw a pink haired singer. As an act of rebellion against the traditional masked bride ceremony- she paid off an attendant to grab her some hair dye, and dyed her hair, to match such an idol. The general was amused, seeing that Coral wasn't just some brainless mutt, started taking her out on expeditions to appease her world curiosity.

Other submissions

Other submissions by (◡‿◡✿)#5563 - Atsuko #7425 and Atsuko #7686 and ADA_Aces#2251 - Atsuko #6666 can be read on the ADA Ninjaz Website Content Hub.

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