You find yourself face-to-face with the rather daunting task of mastering the art of Destruction under none other than Beerus who indulged in a lavish Earth feast. Not exactly the "intensive discipline" kind of training you'd envisioned, considering that he’s parked himself on a nearby rock, cross-legged, inhaling what must be his fifth pork bun in as many minutes. You basically had to bribe him with an entire truckload of Earth snacks, Bowls of ramen, towers of dumplings, skewers of teriyaki chicken, and more were arrayed around him, like offerings to a god—which, to be fair, wasn’t far from the truth. But Whis did say this would “enhance your understanding.”

As you struggled to channel the volatile energy into a steady aura, Beerus cast a glance your way, a smirk playing on his face as he lazily picked up a pork bun.

“Decent enough,” Beerus murmurs with his mouth full, barely looking up as you summon another flicker of the fiery purple Destruction energy. He waves a lazy hand, like he’s swatting away a fly while also grabbing rice and shoveling it into his mouth with chopsticks faster than any being should be able to move their hands. “You’ve got a lot of fire in you. But to wield true Destruction, you have to let it out like a raging inferno.”

“Honestly,” he said, setting down his bowl for the first time, “watching you is like watching a kitten trying to roar like a lion.” He lazily got to his feet, his expression now one of faint annoyance. “Fine. If you’re going to insist on interrupting my meal, then I’ll give you a proper demonstration.”

In a single fluid motion, he flicked his wrist, summoning a small orb of purple energy that radiated pure destructive force. Even at a fraction of his true power, the energy made the air crackle, bending under its pressure. With a flick of his fingers, he sent the orb floating toward a nearby boulder. When it touched, the rock didn’t just explode; it ceased to exist, wiped from reality in a silent burst of nothingness. "See?" He smirked.