Aimi Himoto Genin| Leaf l Sharingan l Ninjutsu Class 
Aimi's knee gave out a little bit, she couldn't keep moving that fast, she hadn't been trained for taijutsu. They had both been trained for similar battlefield tactics, save for the element they used. Aimi stood tall as she spun her wrist to wipe the blood from the blade as she sheathed it. Aimi turned slowly to face him, a look of sweet remorse on her face. Tears began to form in her eyes as the spinning of the tomoe began to stop. She took a step forward, then another; her arms outstretched."I'm...sorry Jake..." (No I stabbed, he still has the foot. I mean... he should have died there... but I'll let him live. I mean there really shouldn't be a way he can defeat me at this point.)
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