Kyoka Suigetsu

The wind rustled through the leaves, bending the wild grass low. Both their hair was tousled by the currents of air. Aizen smiled as his hand slowly reached for the Asauchi at his waist. His five fingers closed around the pale green hilt, and he drew the Asauchi from its sheath. 'Zing—' The long scraping sound of the Asauchi leaving its sheath was especially distinct amid the howling wind and rustling leaves. It was as though Aizen wanted He-El to see every movement clearly.