Release Senbonzakura

You don't want to get to close. You still have no idea what this thing is capable of and a smart shinigami knows never to deal with the unknown.

"Chire, Senbonzakura."

Your zanpakutou glows the brilliant pink that comes just before its release, the power humming beneath your fingertips is warm, proud, majestic and you intend to use this power to destroy it.

It seems to know just what you're doing and slithers further out of the mouth of its host, screeching into the night before it hacks. A moment's distraction was all it needed to cover Senbonzakura in what appears to be mucous that slowly dips down the blade and burns your hands.

Your shikai release is stopped, but that's not your problem. Your hands are stuck to the hilt of your blade. Senbonzakura radiates irritation--he can do nothing while you struggle to pry your hands off, covered in the unappealing goo.