Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 54-2

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.

Finally, it 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 seamlessly that only a single spent shell remained on the ground.

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

The crowd was in awe. Gasps filled the air as Danielle’s marksmanship proved nothing short of extraordinary. "How did she do that?" someone whispered, disbelief etched across their face.

"She’s a sharpshooter in a league of her own," another murmured.

Even the district commanders were floored. They had seen outstanding shooters before, but 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 eagerness.

"Miss 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 with hopeful enthusiasm.

"Nonsense, 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 whatever they promise, and you won’t even have to take on extra duties."

"How can the West compare to the South? Don’t be fooled by him," Fergus said dismissively.

"Miss Darling, after seeing your combat skills and flawless marksmanship, I must say you’re the most talented person I’ve ever encountered. Come to the Eastern District. You’ll have unparalleled opportunities with us," another commander chimed in.

"Lydia couldn’t stop singing your praises. You’re