Not A Small-Town Girl

Then, it was Elliot’s turn. Known for his legendary marksmanship, he didn’t disappoint. With his blindfold on, he fired three rounds. Each bullet pierced the bullseye almost simultaneously, a feat that left the crowd awestruck.

Their marksmanship was flawless. Even with blindfolds on, they hit the bullseye without fail.

"Major Darling never misses," the soldiers murmured in amazement. "Three bullets tore through the target at once? That’s unreal."

This was the first time Danielle witnessed Elliot’s shooting prowess, which was indeed formidable.

The district commanders watched from the back of the crowd. The commanders of the other three districts had mixed feelings. They were impressed by the talent on display but disappointed it all came from the Northern District.

three shots in quick succession. The red center of the target was obliterated. A clean hole punched right through it, leaving a gaping void that shattered its core. Even more shockingly, the three bullets pierced through each other so seamlessly that only a single spent

its mark with perfect precision, as if the gun itself was an extension of her will. The bullet flew straight to its

filled the air as Danielle’s marksmanship proved nothing short of extraordinary. "How

in a league

this was on an entirely different level. Without hesitation, the commanders rushed toward Danielle, determined not to let such a talent slip through their fingers. Everyone greeted the commanders respectfully, but they completely ignored the crowd, their faces filled with

commander of the Southern District. Would you consider joining us? Name your terms, and I’ll make it happen," Fergus said, his tone filled with

there’s nothing remarkable about the Southern District," interjected the commander of Western District. "Join us in the Western District instead. We’ll offer double

the West compare to the South? Don’t be fooled