Bruce's hand involuntarily moved toward his empty sheath at hearing that weapons were disallowed. He blinked, then smirked, pulling it up from around his waist with not insignificant hesitance. 
[color=0072bc][i]'Seems I'll be at a slight disadvantage in experience from the outset.'[/i][/color] Bruce thought. 
He'd been sifting through his Ki at odd hours the past days in hopes of better mastering it. Returning the output to zero combined with the somewhat vulnerable feeling of having no weapons but his own body caused a similar reaction to when his powers had been robbed by magic, though this was more artificial. He ascended onto the platform, keeping his eyes on Jenso throughout his short walk to a position opposite him, keen to observe his style. Bruce slid one foot slightly back, angled perpendicular to his forward foot, knees slightly bent, ready to pivot his weight in almost any direction. He reached out with one hand that could either attack first or receive one from Jenso, his other arm relaxed at his side with palm downward.