Superboy nodded in affirmative, eyeing the sword with a raised eyebrow. It was certainly sharp enough, and seemed dangerous. For a second, he wondered if it would be able to pierce his skin, but the thought passed, along with a small frown. 'As if...' The thought wasn't cocky - if anything, it was annoyed and bitter, as if he hated his durability.

"I'm Superboy. Son of Superman. I am...well, think of the Man of Steel, but replace 'man' with 'boy'." He spoke up, taking another gulp of water.