A man with dark blue hair leaned against a wall shuffling through papers that had details on what all thirteen squads did. he acquired these by once saving members from the squads and claiming they owed him, for their incompetence and weakness. Squad one seemed like something those with an ego would want to be a part of, yet he more so ruled it out due to two reasons. A crazy woman with a frying pan and one he would keep to himself. Squad two was out for obvious reason of him not really being able to conceal his zanpakuto, that and it required trust in his team, and he knew better than that. Squad three he didn't even know what they did, besides a woman who was referred to as a demon. He couldn't heal so four was out. Five seemed annoying as hell. Six seemed uptight as hell. Seven seemed the most decent so far no real concerns there. Eight was bat shit crazy for his own liking. Nine seemed okay not really his thing though. Ten would probably end up with him being denied, as he wasn't a true team player. Eleven was a fuck no. Twelve was a super fuck no. And thirteen had the most random people, and he rather not be pestered by them as he felt they would be to ignorant to even understand him. So really the only one that interested him was squad seven. Tucking the papers away he smirked and walked over to the gate where he was told to wait while he got one of the higher in commands, which was apparently shared with two people.