Failure or not?

Ayame stood in the middle of her backyard, her grandfather not but a few feet away from her as he prepared for her training. There were two training dummies a good 5 or so meters from her and target spots that were naturally there just in case purposes of the training change. Ayame looked at her grandfather, eager to learn this new jutsu he was going to teach her now that he knew her element. She was hoping for some sort of jutsu that could cut this entire yard into tiny little shreds, like she got a preview of during that elemental paper thing.

She hopped up a little to prepare herself physically for this. “Alright, grandpa, I’m ready so let’s go.” Keiji simply looked at Ayame with the same emotionless expression that Ayame was used to. Her yellow eyes were practically glowing with excitement so Keiji thought that she would have this down packed soon, at least hopefully. Ready to prepare the demonstration, Keiji set up the handsigns for the technique, placing his right hand in front of his mouth and blowing into it, causing a massive typhoon like wind to blast at it and blow it away. Ayame looked at it, not as happy as she would have been to see it in pieces but it was cool nonetheless and she was ready to try.

Ayame followed the same movements her grandfather made not but a few seconds ago and tried it out, blowing into her hand, but creating nothing but a whistle. Keiji reminded her that she needed to control her breathing in order to get this technique right so she tried it again and there was improvement alright, there was no whistle this time, but the only blowing was on the leaf right in front of her. This continued on all night until Keiji had told her it was dinner time… 6 hours after her initial training session. Ayame simply walked into the house with her head held low, wondering what was wrong with her and this technique.’