Bruce heard Ross' instructions, and he registered his meaning. However, the external motivation by example through the blade was, ultimately, unnecessary. Bruce already had the drive to get stronger and improve his mastery over Ki. Seeing the potential results of coming to terms with his emotions only served to bolster his resolve.
Bruce didn't follow Ross right away. He thought on what first step he might take toward, as Ross said, evening himself out. A soft breeze brought his answer. 
He tugged at his ponytail, until his hair fell back to his shoulder blades in a black mane. He held the hair tie, one made for him to wear on the day of the ceremony, in his hand. 
[color=0072bc][i]'I hate wearing this.'[/i][/color] Bruce thought, recalling saying those exact words to Lucille when she made it for him. He twined it between his fingers, then rolled it over his knuckles onto his wrist- it was a small gesture, but a symbolic change from constant penance to sacred memory. That done, he strolled slowly after Ross.
For once, his pace wasn't dictated by cold calculation, nor caution- he just wanted to enjoy being outdoors for a minute longer.
[color=0072bc]"I'll keep that in mind."[/color] Bruce said.