The White Emperor's Sword

It's about Byakuya Kuchiki.

Thousands of blades, unseen by the naked eye, from them, it is of no use to run, but one can try.
Thousands of blades, unseen, through the air, they fly.
The strength wielded by him is mighty. When turned on those who oppose him, such a terrible sight.

Energy encircling the Emperor, forming wings of pure white. 
Purple irises convey a regal sense, an august-like power, a wealth of magnificence.

In the sky, the cherry blossoms dance and fly. The White Emperor's full release is strong, without a doubt.
In the air, a feeling is out, abound and about. A certain majesty wreathes the Imperial crown.
Priceless accessories of nobility, signifying his star-loved birth, are of no worth compared
to his own beauty. 

A great pressure erupts from him as if it were the sun's gravity, weighing down upon everything it sees.

The cherry blossoms bloom, converging into a jagged, bladed plume.