a couple of years ago, I was the local equivilant of the "budding mall ninja" in your scout troop. while I admit I wasn't especialy ninja minded (more of a pirate guy myself) I used to wear full cammo gear, millitary webbing full of survival gear, water and "rations", and carry more knives around than was honestly healthy (while I can see the arguements for carrying multiple knives, one multi-tool, two folders and a sheath knife are overkill at the local scout campsite.) "actionman andrew" "combat collin" and "rambo" where common nicknames. but there is a bright side, he may recover, about the point when he realises that girls arn't just slightly strange creatures with longer hair than most boys, and a language and bahaviour all of their own (they are, but that's not the point) but that they are also highly attractive. that's what cured me.