Inferno

His first steps into what was expected and imagined to be the most inhabitable and excruciatingly painful of places were not very eventful. Instead, Aizen had stepped into what appeared to be a recreation of feudal Japan. There were, of course, a few key differences, first and foremost of which was the color of they sky. Instead of the light blue that was to be expected, when he gazed towards the, for lack of a better word, "heavens" he was met with a fittingly hellish sight. No blue to be found anywhere. The majority of the sky above his head was a deep red, unnaturally cracked with black. The buildings were more accurate to earth's own history, although still reminiscent of what one would find in a nightmare. Aizen was completely unconcerned with any of this. The majority of the thoughts on his mind were focused on the future, not the present. There was one, however, that bucked that trend. Oh, how magnificent it was to be free once more. To walk on his own two feet, on ground not of his own making. To move his body, which had lain dormant for centuries. To stand upright, when for the longest time he'd been confined to that damnable chair. Those days were over now. Never again would he let himself be restrained in such a way.

Aizen took his time moving through this alien environment, not wanting to wander headlong into anything which had previously been unaccounted for. He studied his surroundings intently, taking in every detail that presented itself. There was little to be gleaned from the architecture or the sky though, and so he continued to make his way forward. It was a certainty in his mind that he would soon be stopped, by who or what, he was as of yet unsure, but the time was definitely approaching rapidly. His freely wandering about would be frowned upon when he was meant to be imprisoned. He would deal with that when he came to it though. It was true that he always preferred to have a planned course of action, but that wasn't possible in every situation, especially this one. He'd been deprived of information for too long to form any accurate understanding of what exactly was held in store for him, but he wouldn't let that deter him. No, he moved steadily through this hellscape, willing to meet anything that dared stand in his way. That wasn't to say that he immediately intended to provoke a combative response. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had developed many varied and interesting uses for his Kido while he'd been restrained, but none of them had been put into practice just yet. While he would enjoy doing so, it would be foolish to engage in combat when he was, truthfully, unsure of the extent of his own ability. The bottom line was that if there was any way to talk, manipulate, deceive, or coerce, he would do so.

As he continued to move through this unique and interesting landscape it began to slowly shift around him. The building of feudal Japan were slowly becoming more and more modern, and he felt something in the air that he'd never had the pleasure of coming into contact with so heavily before now. Oh, but he knew exactly what it was. A smirk spread across his face as he felt the energy flowing from a place still quite a ways off. At the same time, he felt something else entirely. It was the energy of someone, or something, that was exceptionally powerful. Not intending to walk headlong into a trap, he halted his forward movement. He briefly studied the area around him, first to determine whether it was a suitable location for combat if it came down to it, and when he determined that it was, secondly to look for any advantage he may be able to leverage from either the terrain or infrastructure. Nothing immediately presented itself, which meant that there was nothing that ever would. No advantage could be gained from fighting here, but at the same time that meant that no disadvantage could be gained from fighting here. Acceptable. He held his ground.