Bruce's brow furrowed, absorbing Mikey's lesson with a critical eye. He didn't enjoy the thought that he might be excluded from any part of it, and might have repeated his sentiment from earlier, though, recalling what Mikey had said during their evaluations about focusing on their individual strengths, he resisted.
Bruce stepped forward at Mikey's behest. He closed his hand around his sheath, the hilt of his blade materializing out of ki in the next instant. He pushed it up out of its resting place with his thumb before pulling it out fully with his other hand. His impulses nagged him to attempt the manipulations he'd seen Mikey doing, but Bruce was a student here, so he heeded Mikey's request and waited.