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.

was Danielle’s turn. As she took her place, all eyes were on her. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable. She calmly put on the blindfold, raised her gun, and fired 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

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

Danielle’s marksmanship proved nothing short of

in a league

on an entirely different level. Without hesitation, the commanders rushed toward Danielle, determined not to let such

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

the Western District instead. We’ll

the West compare to the South? Don’t