What If 16: Goodbye, Shinigami and Orihime Inoue
This was a form of Kidō Sasuke had never encountered before.
He unsheathed his blade and thrust it straight toward the center of the swirling energy. Though he didn’t fully understand the technique, Aizen’s earlier words had hinted at its purpose—spatial transference.
Aizen was escaping.
Escaping to reach Rukia Kuchiki.
The blade moved swiftly, piercing through the spiral strands of energy as Sasuke followed closely behind.
But it struck nothing.
Aizen was gone.
Sasuke halted, retrieving the severed arm. He began weaving spiritual threads, his hands etching intricate lines of energy across his body. He spoke the incantation:
"Silken net of black and white! Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowning sashes; footprints, distant thunder, pointed peaks, revolving grounds, nightly prostrations, sea of clouds, the pale ranks of troops, complete the grand circle and surpass the heavens."