"Yep," he said plainly. More and more, he chipped away segments of each blade. This continued until both swords were jagged from base to tip, made for shredding that which it cut through. Even though he seemed satisfied with the blades, he wasn't done with the rock. He placed the object beneath the fur worn around his hip, stood with both weapons in hand, and turned to face Tamamo again. With the boar's head resting on his right shoulder, there were two pairs of eyes looking in the Kitsune's direction. There was a question... What did he call himself? Well, there was a very simple answer to that. "Inosuke," he stated. By now, he was prepared to move on. In fact, he seemed ready to engage in combat if necessary; his physical energy was plentiful enough that he felt it needed to be utilized whenever possible. "Let's get going!"