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They mostly call him Copy Ninja – which is fitting, really, because in truth, the number of jutsu he has copied over his career has far surpassed one thousand. Most of them are not all that useful but he takes pleasure in copying and learning. There is a certain kind of pleasure in pure knowledge. After all – he can do it, so why not?
But sometimes they remember that he is one of the handful people known in all the generations that there are who has awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan. Without being born to the Uchiha legacy, without being trained in it. And then they whisper: Sharigan no Kakashi. Kakashi of the Sharigan.
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She is called many things. The Nara girl. The Deer sage. The Forest Sage (because apparently people can't decide). The Shadow Sage (whispered breathlessly in remembrance of the time when the shadow of the Earth covered the Moon on her command).
But most often it is the name she gave herself. The words said in joke. Well, there are not many among ninja that can say they have named themselves. But yes, she has to agree that this one might be the most fitting. All in all – it is not a bad name to be remembered by.
Shikabane-hime.
The Corpse Princess.