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He was born through battle, blades shatter, bones splinter, Screams of men ring in the summer evenings, blood covers the snow at winter. A thousand birds ever prepared to act on his whim, and in a chorus of lighting they shall sing. This boy became a man, blessed with a gift of Sharingan, So many jutsu he's mastered, his palm slices lightning, he has grown smarter, stronger, faster. He is the Konoha Defender, The copy cat Ninja, The one and only...the silver haired, faceless Shinobi.