Puzzled at Sephiroth's sudden obligation, Ganondorf continued out on to the streets, slowly walking along the empty sidewalk as he considered what may have drawn him away so suddenly. He passed a pair of pedestrians who, upon seeing such a feral and archaic character, looked him over with intrigued expressions as they walked by. The sorcerer returned their glances with an expectant look of disinterest, but seeing their clothing, he suddenly realized something.

Now that he was in a different world, Ganondorf would surely stand out--After all, this location seemed quite advanced compared to where he had originated from, and its inhabitants may have never even seen something like him before. The Geurodo gazed down at his clothing; Black armor forged for battle, with a very ornate design, clad to his chest and waist. A cape hung from his shoulders, and such a thing was hardly appropriate in public here. Ganondorf then looked to his right, in a closed store's window, and observed the assortment laid out in view. An ivory black jacket made from loose leather and a pair of dark jeans were neatly folded on the stand. Next to them, a light, gray shirt with shortened sleeves, one that looked as if it would be worn under heavier clothing, hung from the wall.

So this was what the humans in this world wore. It seemed primitive to the King of Evil, especially to his stature, but nevertheless, it was wisest to blend in here. With hardly a thought, Ganondorf's power went to work, morphing his armor and clothing into pure black flames. They writhed for a moment, changing chape completely, then took solid form once more.

Ganondorf was now bearing the very clothes before him, appearing as almost something of a biker. Grinning and chuckling, he turned and began walking down the street one more. Another couple of citizens passed him, but this time, gave nothing but a smile and a wave as he passed. The Geurodo returned the gesture, then thought to himself.

"Perfect. Now the last thing they'll expect from me is what I truly am." With a loud, tyrannic laugh, Ganondorf continued on, disappearing into the night....