Dust swirled in the air, and the sound of galloping hooves echoed as the rider raced over a hundred miles. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road ahead.
Aizen was not surprised. He pulled his reins and dismounted.
A sharp-looking man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black headscarf approached him. After clasping his fists in a respectful salute, the man handed over a bundle he had been carrying.
Inside the bundle was a set of plain clothes and an unremarkable travel permit.
Aizen slung the bundle over his shoulder and nodded slightly. He patted the Flame-Tail Horse, handed the reins to the man, and watched as the stranger mounted the horse and rode off in the opposite direction—away from Great Plain City.
Aizen veered onto a side path and changed into the plain clothes. Slinging a sheathed narrow blade and carrying the rest of the bundle, he now looked like an impoverished wanderer from the Magus World.