Once might be luck, but twice? Farrell''s smilepletely vanished, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.


    Soon, the shootingpetition moved into its third and final round. From the remaining ten students, the top three would be decided.


    Although Juniper had ced fifth in the second round, Ynda''s disastrous performance in the first round had dragged their team''s average down. Theirbined score put them in seventh ce overall, still more than ten points behind the top three.


    "She''s catching up, but can she actually beat the top three?" The students of Company 22, pulled from their initial euphoria, were now anxiously focused on the final round. They couldn''t take another emotional rollercoaster.


    "I did the math. She needs to score a nine or higher on all three shots in the final round to beat the current leader."


    "Three nines in a row is still a huge ask."


    Even though she had justnded two perfect tens, shooting was unpredictable. Hadn''t Ynda gotten so nervous she fainted and passed out cold?


    Soon, the final round began. Several of thepetitors, knowing they had no real chance of breaking into the top three, simply gave up and fired their shots carelessly.


    After the first few contenders finished, the leader''s total score was astronomically high, a full ten points ahead of second ce. To everyone watching, his victory seemed certain, and hispany had already begun to celebrate.


    "Company 22."


    As the instructor called their name, Juniper discreetly slipped a piece of candy from her pocket into her mouth before stepping forward.


    "You-"


    "BANG! BANG! BANG!"


    Before the instructor could even finish his sentence, Juniper fired three shots in rapid session. He stared, his mind buzzing, and rushed to check the targets. All three shots were dead center. Perfect tens.


    She hadn''t even paused to adjust her stance or steady her nerves. It was as if


    hitting a bullseye was as simple for her as adding one plus one.


    With that, Juniper scored a perfect thirty in the final round, surpassing the leader by five points and clinching the championship.


    "We won! We actually won!"


    As the final scores were announced, the students of Company 22 erupted in screams of joy. Their goddess was truly a goddess-brilliant and unbeatable. This was what real skill looked like, what true confidence was.


    Compared to her, Ynda was nothing.


    Farrell stood frozen, trying to find some w, some reason to object, but the results were undeniable.


    She broke the


    the obstacle course


    record andnded five consecutive


    bullseyes in the shootingpetition. In his entire career, the only people he''d met with that level of skill were seasoned veterans at the training base. And Juniper was only eighteen, still just a girl.


    "Whoa, she''s incredible!" back in the administration building, the subordinate jumped to his feet. "Ebony Fox, she''s perfect material for the Special Forces. We should find a way to recruit her let you train her personally. If you shaped her talent, she''d be a huge asset to this country."


    Ebony Fox turned her head and shot him a cold, piercing nce. Her subordinate''s heart skipped a beat under her icy gaze Had he said something wrong? The girl was clearly a diamond in the rough, and wasn''t Ebony Fox always looking for promising new talent?


    Ebony Fox pressed her lips together, her expression darkening. If that girl truly was


    her sister, she was meant to be loved and protected, not subjected to the brutal hardships of that life.


    ...


    As Company 22 celebrated, excitedly nning their day off, the students from the animation department, the original front-runners, voiced their outrage.


    "We suspect Juniper cheated! There''s something wrong with that rifle!"


    "After she took it apart, her shots were suddenly perfect!"


    "I demand we swap guns and repeat the third round!"