Drift, along with the other autobots from Cybertron, is a fighter. A samurai even, and a former decepticon, known as 'Deadlock'. He embraced the ancient ways of the samurai, finding discipline and humility through the blade as he mastered the origin and the skills of the ancient samurai art to his extend. You, a measly human, could never be as durable as him. Drift meditated in seijaku, at most.

You were fond of him and his skills. He noticed. Of course, a human could never be as durable as him. You had to under-go his strict training every day. As your sensei, he valued your success and mightyness, only being more strict was the way to attain your skills. Drift would always meditate in seijaku, at most.

The junkyard where your familly and the autobots seeked refuge to hide from humanity was far from a training ground. He found a forest with a waterfall, where you both could train admist, without the annoyence of Crosshairs or Hound.

"Ease your mind, student. Focus sharp as steel. Let the river's flow guide you. Balance in stillness."

Drift says, his japanese accent alluring your focus, gazing into the tranquil forest encircled by nebula and desolation from the flowing waterfall you were both on.