I'm just a sexy boy... I'm not your boytoy! (P)(T)

[Infinite Swordsman Trace]

Superkick
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: ---
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A high side thrust kick with the sole of the foot to an opponent's head or chin, usually preceded by a sidestep, often referred to as a Shuffle side kick, Crescent Kick, or just a Side kick.
Limit: Must be in Wrestling ( レスリング Resuringu)

The streets were covered in pamphlets, newspapers and flyers, all long forgotten under a layer of filth above. The boots of Trace lifted filth and redeposited it as he kept his eyes open and his wits about him. One false move and someone was going to get their legs broken, he knew how these small cities were, but he also knew that the best shows were preformed there. A building was passed as Trace passed, he stopped and read a flyer plastered to the side of it's brick siding. "Wrestling Try Outs and Training, Do you have what what it takes? Visit our Dojo in The Land of Claw for more info!"[/b] Ripping the flyer from the wall, Trace rushed towards the address plastered on the flyer at mach speed.

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{Later}

Trace had been suited up, all his items stashed and locked away in a secure locker. His Wrestling Attire consisted of Black leather pants, wrestling boots and a generic Lucha Libre mask with a dragon twisted around the entire length. "I'm Ready!" he shouted as Trace exited the locker room and made his way to the ring. A Trainer looked at Trace, shrugged and muttered "Fucking Jobber." before shaking his head a little bit. Trace clumsily got into the ring, squirming in under the rope.

"So, you're physical came back clean and you're over 18... this is all good, prime material ya little Jabroni." Trace's Trainer said, turning towards him as Trace stood in a corner. "I'm gonna teach you a few techniques. Hell, you could use them in regular combat if you want greenhorn. If you can't do these, then you're goose shit kid." Trace nodded, taking up a traditional Wrestling stance he'd seen many wrestlers use on television do as the trainer quickly turned away from Trace before lifting his leg and slamming it into Trace's face. "That's a Super Kick kid, stings? Doesn't it? That's what we call Sweet Chin Music in the business, the sting that's left behind is insane, isn't it?" He said with a slight laugh as Trace laid on his back, the attack didn't do much but leave a bit of pain on the side of his head. Quickly, the Kumomusha got up and the Instructor gave him the sign to try it out on him.

"COME AT ME BRO" The Trainer shouted as Trace looked on and sized up his opponent, he was used to sword fighting, not hand to hand combat. Locking on to an area around the trainer's jaw, Trace braced himself, lifting his leg up off the ground. Quickly, he tried to balance himself on the remaining foot, almost stumbling at first, but regaining his composure. Almost in slow motion Trace's foot traveled, his tendons stretching, his knee straightening and getting ready for a devastating impact. The sole of Trace's boot made an impression on the trainer's face, literally. As his foot made contact, the Otogakure Ninja's momentum traveled down his leg and left an imprint of the boot onto the man's cheek.

"God damn kid... You got some pep in your step, don'tcha?" the trainer yelled in a raged state as he shook his head. "AGAIN!" Trace nodded as he bounced off the ropes a few times. The footing he needed to work on, turning to thin air he imagined another masked foe's head. Turning his feet, he turned his feet in place to make them even before jumping forward, shuffling his feet and lifting his right foot from the ground almost in slow motion once more his muscles stiffened and awaited impact like before, but they made contact with the illusion Trace had imagined. Catching himself, Trace stumbled a bit and caught himself on the ropes before moving his feet back in the same position and sized up the top turnbuckle before jumping to the side and lifting his leg like before and extending his leg and launching his foot towards the pad attached to the beat down ring, making dust explode from the unused padding. Swishing his leg around, he spun around gracefully, his strength speed and flexibility all coming from his Taijutsu Mastery.

Turning towards the trainer, Trace nodded. He had the move down in his mind, but hitting the opponent with it was completely different. Taking a deep breath, Trace concentrated on the man's head and took on a stance, letting all his weight to his left leg, lifting his right leg into the air and extending, he aimed at his partner's jawline, his boot traveled rather quickly through the air but the trainer was faster. Dodging the kick, he went under it as Trace was forced to think on his feet as he caught himself on his kicking foot and balanced himself upon that leg instead of his other and lifted his left leg into the air and suddenly, the shoe was on the other foot. Thinking on his feet was what Trace did best and as the countered superkick failed, he had concocted a move to launch yet another Superkick at the trainer and hit him off guard. The sound of rubber sole on jaw was a swift smack and sweat was blasted right off the man's face by the foot of the ninja. Due to the path of discipline young Trace had taken, the mastery of taijutsu the technique hurt as if it were an "A" rank technique and made the man fly backwards almost 13 feet, skidding across the mat and under the ropes onto the outside mat.

Trace smirked beneath the mask as he walked to the ropes and looked over them. "Not bad for Goose Shit, huh?"

[Elgar]

+10

[Infinite Swordsman Trace]

Trace proceeded leave, change and gather up his stuff and leave the area.

-Exit-