Dāto Terumī entered the agreed upon stage with a firm determination. He did not carry around the arrogance that he was going to be the decisive winner of this match. Rather, he was certain that this match would be one of the highest caliber.... He needed to let loose, anyways, and this match would allow him the space, time, and energy to unleash his pent-up fury.
The auburn haired male stood at 6 ft 2 in and his body rippled with a musculature that hinted at a weight of 210-215 lbs. His skin was a deep brown, almost black in nature, which signified that his constant defense was active*. His typical armor was worn for this battle, which consists of a sleeveless gray flak vest and gray leather greaves. His Kirigakure headband was secured to his left bicep. His navy blue cord braid, the indicator that he was Head of the Terumī clan, was draped over both shoulders and secured to the back of his vest. His pouches contained their usual suspects of items as does the scroll container on his hip. Once his opponent was near enough to see his face in detail, the teal diamond on his forehead would be seen. New additions to his combat look would be the two robin blue hilts that jutted over each shoulders. He had finally managed to create scabbards that could contain power of the legendary Fujaku Hishō Shōken (Weaknessless Soaring Shortswords). Strangely, his favored katanas were currently absent from his hips. Perhaps he was favoring maneuverability for power? Perhaps they would play later into the match? Either way, they would be but an action away to bring forth into the field.
The Kirigakure denizen gazed about the empty fighting arena, taking note of the four (4) pillars that stood at each corner. His emerald green eyes drank in the environment and the 200 ft by 200 ft platform. Not a large arena to fight in but not too small either. Should suffice for their needs. The sun was almost centered over the area, indicating that it was nearly noon. The match was to begin at high noon. It was a bright day with few clouds scattered about in the sky but it wasn't hot. It was a comfortable cool. The Terumī walked to the midline of the arena and waited for his opponent to arrive so they can exchange pleasantries and honors before beginning the match.
* Doton: Domu (Earth Release: Earth Spear)