Kaien. The name felt unusual despite it being his. He was used to people referring to him as "boy" or some insult. After all, when one comes from district 80, he gets used to being nameless. But he wasn't nameless, not anymore. Not since he had literally fought and killed his way out of that hell. Kaien sighed and looked down at his trembling hand, a symptom of his ever constant, ceaseless rage. Clenching his fist, he shook his head and moved on; now wasn't the time to relive his origins. He had a purpose, a singular objective: join a squad. One squad, in particular, actually. 

He stopped walking and broke into a run, he sword poised diagonally (think like Hitsugaya carries his) over his right shoulder. The orange sash holding the sheath in place was the only bright color amidst his grey wrappings that covered his torso and the black pants of the Shihakushō that was his clothing for the waist down.

Stopping at Squad Eleven's barracks, he knocked on the door. Do-or-die time.