Most that usually met Hazama for the first time always feel as though his eyes are almost drinking in everything about them, as if by just looking at you he'll see what your greatest fears are, and what the deepest, darkest secret that a person can hold. But such a thing would have to be nonsense, right? Such a detailed mattered not, not when it came to a battle, at least not on the surface. Hazama was the Godaime Otokage, not only the child of Sandaime Otokage but also the twin of the Yondaime. Those in Oto that knew the relation of the three people tended to refer to them as the Otokage Family Lineage, a triple threat, whatever one feels the need to call them.
Hazama was, surprising to most, only nineteen years old. His appearance, thought process, personality, and the goals he accomplished often tended to deter people from thinking he was such a young age. When he had found out his origins all those years ago, he never thought that he'd have so much raw power at his fingertips. Perhaps the shinobi that got his challenge was confused as to why an ally would fight for a beast and, his answer would be, that this same manner of challenge is how Kirigakure got the beast in the first place. Hazama had not only lost his life to one of their Mizukage in a fight before, but his beast at the same time. Hazama came to accept that things such a Bijuu should not interfere with allies and their standings. They are things of power, tools of destruction, and it just happened that Dart had the beast that was once Hazama's. He had been planning on how to get it back for some time, trying to gather what information on the lad that he could get. In the end, he got a name, a face, and little on his skills.
As Hazama stepped through the wooded area that led to the battlefield, his right hand held open a file that was, in a nutshell, a copy of which Kirigakure would have on the youth. Basic history, weight, height, and even a small picture to match. One could only wonder how the man got his hands onto it but, in honesty, anyone in the world could be bought, you just needed to offer the right amounts. His right thumb pushed back a page as his golden topaz hues, a color that glowed barely even in the heavy down-pour, scanned each word that was on the paper. His left hand held in it the end of the umbrella that was open over his head and stopping the rain from ruining the papers too badly and stopping him from being completely drenched. His feet splashed in puddles of both water and mud, is walking not hindered by anything, his senses completely around him. After reaching the end of it, for another time, he would finally discard it to the side, causing it to land in the mud with a splat. The paper would eventually be broken and destroyed from the heavy rain and water, but that'd take some time.
Hazama was clad within his usual attire, mostly. He wore a black dress jacket over top his vest and the white silk button up shirt that rested against his skin. His pants matched and the only thing that was missing fully from him form was his trademark Fedora. Instead it was replaced with a clear hood, one that showed his green hair beneath, the hood being attached to a raincoat that covered his form fully. He spent time in Amegakure, seeing their long-standing ally-ship with Otogakure, and he had also spent time within Kirigakure. That didn't change the fact that there was a lot of rain falling from the sky today and that his suit was very expensive. Not that he usually cared about that, but sometimes he decided to care about things that made no sense. He wore a few pouches on the back of his waist beneath the cloak, which made it bulge out slightly in the back but something he expected.
The rain didn't knock of Hazama's hearing as much as Dart may have originally liked. Hazama's hearing was the most proficient in basic hearing out of all the Otokage, so even as he heard the rain crash around him, he could also hear the little signs of wildlife as animals tried to stay safe in their flooding homes and others tried to find a place to hide in. Hazama would slowly step from the cover of forest, stepping directly into the view of Dart. Perhaps the sight of the man wasn't what he was hoping for but Hazama wasn't worried about it, his right hand coming to adjust the hood upon his head. Once he finished with that, his hair was positioned over his right eye. Once it was covered, this same eye slowly took the form of the three tomoe Sharingan, which easily saw through his own hair as though it wasn't there. "So, you're Dart, eh? My name is Hazama, I do hope this is fun for both of us.. Come at me, Kiri Shinobi!" The words would make it to Dart easily, seeing as Hazama could use Ototon to cancel out the rain and this allowed his own voice to carry perfectly on the air. It was barely noticeable, overall, the usage of Ototon had he used for his voice to carry to Dart. And, if Dart spoke back, Hazama would easily be able to hear the lad. His left hand would discard the umbrella to the side, so that the wind could rip it through the air until it'd be gone from sight, Hazama's arms coming to rest against his side. He was ready, the barely formed smirk on his lips screaming this.
Ironically, my posting color for Hazama is the same. So, hahh...