(Finally gonna get back into regular RP format.)
"True enough."
He nods, smiling slightly.
"...Come, Ongyo-Ki."
Tearing off his mask, Ongyo-Ki stands behind him, blade at the ready.
'You require something?'
"Yes. It appears, for the time being at least, that I wield your weapon, don your appearance...I believe it is best if I learn how you fight, as well."
Ongyo-Ki lets out a haunting chuckle.
'...Very well. You're quite the little mimic, aren't you?'
"...Mimic. That's...oddly fitting. Rago, What do you think?"