Blood style: Swing swing swing[Gin/No death/No maim]

Jin tapped his foot against the floor. There was something he needed, and something he wanted to do. Fight, train, and become more powerful. Jin wanted nothing more than to become more powerful, but he didn't know what to do. He had unlocked his bankai, he had improved his hoho, and his Kidō. He was already impressive with the sword, and was fairly well known in his division for his zanjutsu, but that was it. What else could he do? He had already fought, and won against two members in the sixth division; he was the vice captain of the seventh division, and with no captain to speak of, there wasn't anyone here worth the time. He groaned and drooped his arms down. He walked toward the window in his room, his eyes peering outside toward the sky.

Memories of past rushing through his mind, thoughts of times before where the Gotei was filled with exceptional individuals, and powers that would make people cringe. Jin thought of the old seventh division captain, Komomura; he was a giant beast of a man, and his bankai even stronger. Then there was Byakuya Kuchiki, skilled, and calm who would do anything for his family, and then there was Zaraki ken-wait! It had just hit him like a ton of bricks. There wasn't a division better known for their affinity with the sword then the eleventh division; Jin could go there! He'd surely find something, or someone powerful enough to quench his thirst for a fight. To test his powers on someone else, his bankai. Sure, it was made for killing, but if there was ANY group that could beat death, it was them.

With a leap from his slouching position and sliding toward the door, Jin grasped his sword in hand and was off. That damn division was strong, and then there was that captain of theirs he's heard so much about. He never met the man personally, but he had heard some crazy stories about him and how powerful he is. Jin was excited, his blood was pumping and he was nearing the division's gates. Landing at the front gate Jin halted, his eyes on the division and his lips curling into a wide grin. Straightening out his clothes with his crimson eyes now forward, Jin pressed on, entering the main grounds of the division. As he expected, there were plenty of people fighting, and all of them looked strong. Jin stepped forward, his blade in hand and his voice proud.

"I'm looking for someone strong, not just kinda strong! I mean....captain strength strong!" Jin looked around, letting his reiatsu pour out. He wasn't pushing it to it's peak, but he could tell that there were some members looking to step up to the plate. Jin looked their way, and then to another. They weren't the one he wanted, but then again, Jin wasn't sure who was the one he wanted. Jin's head was a bit inflated since the last time he had fought someone and unless he was brought back down, who knows what would happen in the future.