He gave him a smile. "Let us focus on your academics first, then we can look into fighting training to help you continue to improve? Alright?" Using a power called Bending, a pair of ceramic cups appeared, one by him, one by Ken. Each was filled wit juice that tasted fresh squeezed. A mix that went well together, but wasn't the sort of thing you'd generally see in a supermarket. "Shall we begin with science?" he asked as he sipped his juice.