(Fast-Forwarding to District 80 with Nicias' Ok)

By the time they made it to District 80, Kenny had changed into rags from the waist down, even going so far as to use discarded shoes he'd repaired with a piece of string. His customary black wraps around his hand and forearm were sent to Squad 7's barracks along with his Shihakushō and half mask. From the waist up he was wearing a shirt stolen from a scarecrow. For the time being, his arms were bare, and anyone could see why he kept them wrapped. The arms were covered in scars, some being small cuts, others large gashes. The hands themselves were worse. The hands were, as a child, his first, and sometimes only, defence. As such, they bore the brunt of the damage. Bones were in positions where they healed but had only been set during his academy days, cuts and slashes exposed all over his hands, and a few even stretched to his forearm. 

"Gio. This is it. Let's get started, but I need to warn you; don't be afraid to use shikai or kidō here. Hold back here, and you die."