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Twenty-six chapters and counting...
His generation makes a name for itself during the Second Secret Ninja War.
Team seven taught by Hiruzen Sarutobi, Orochimaru, Jiraiya, and Tsunade are known as the Sannin, or 'the three.' Many a ballad is written about these three.
Team four under Kazuki Ito is good, not as good as the other two though.
Rolf Muller is the Juggernaut, unstoppable once he gets his momentum going, all burly muscles and anger. He's also a faggot.
Nelson Gardner has no battle name. Eddie comes up with a lot of names for him, but none of them ever stick. Again, Nelly has no use for women.
Hollis Mason is Night Owl. He's created some crazy jutsu – one that lets him see in pitch darkness, one that lets him map out an area using echolocation. The owl part comes from his owl summons.
Team four is unusual in that it has three boys rather than two guys and a gal. Eddie figures it works out okay, though, seeing as two of them are flaming homos.
Team five under Shido Inuzuka are the best of the bunch, though, Eddie thinks.
Sally Jupiter is known as the Silken Spectre for her uncanny genjutsu and silent grace over the battlefield.
Sakumo Hatake is called the Leaf's White Fang for his hair and chakra, for his dogs and tanto.
Eddie Blake is known as the Laughing Death, because he laughs as he fights and kills and burns his way through the enemy lines.
He hates it. It's a stupid name.
So he spares one soldier, a weeping fresh genin he could easily off.
"You get the hell outta here and tell your fucking country the Comedian sent you, and I'm not settling for some half-rate name like 'the Laughing Death.' You hear?" The kid hiccups and Eddie shakes him like it'll shake some sense into him.
"Who am I?" He prompts.
"The Comedian." The baby ninja whimpers.
"Good." He pats the kid on the head. "Now get outta here and don't die until you tell them who sent you. Scram!"
The genin takes off.
A month later, bam.
Stupid name gone.
His commander doesn't approve of him sparing the kid, but no one's called him Laughing Death since.
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