Not A Small-Town Girl

Not only was Danielle a skilled fighter, but she was also a brilliant doctor, a master strategist, and an expert gunsmith. On top of it all, she led the Grace Group to great success while maintaining a massive base at the border.

Danielle gave a humble smile.

Meanwhile, up in the observation tower, high- ranking officers from different divisions had watched the match unfold.

Before the match, even Garrett had assumed Maximus would win. After all, Maximus’s combat skills were among the best in the region. Yet, this slender young woman had defeated him without breaking a sweat.

Ever since his daughter, Lydia, came back from the border, she had been singing Danielle’s praises without end.

"Garrett, is she one of yours?" asked a commander from the Southern District. "No, she’s Elliot’s sister, Danielle," Garrett replied with unmistakable pride.

The commander of Southern District raised an eyebrow, thinking, ’You sure sound proud, but she doesn’t even belong to your unit... If I could recruit her, it would bolster the Southern District’s strength tremendously.

"She didn’t unleash even her full strength. If she did, Maximus might’ve been incapacitated. What a talent. If she could join the Western District-we’d be unstoppable," said the commander of Western District, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

"Dream on," retorted the commander of Southern District. "If she’s going anywhere, it’s to the South. We’re much better than the West!"