Musketeer of Wild Wheat

Musketeer of Wild Wheat

★★★★★ Cavern Relics

Set Effects

2-pc
ATK +12%

Increases ATK by 12%.

4-pc
SPD +6%

The wearer's SPD increases by 6% and DMG dealt by Basic ATK increases by 10%.

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Lore

mũ bông lúa của thiện xạ Musketeer's Wild Wheat Felt Hat

A cowboy felt hat with an ear of wheat pinned to the crown, the emblem of the sharpshooter Oakley.

Oakley's hat was inherited from her father, and she decorated it with an ear of wheat to make it look sweeter. Bounty hunters often invent a mark of their own, hoping it will become the opening of a legend left to later generations.

The Interastral Peace Corporation uses bounties to recruit all sorts of extraordinary talents to hunt down galactic thieves, while the solitary Oakley always chooses the harsh desert frontier.

Through days of scorching sun and nights of bitter cold. On her lonely road, Oakley need only rest her head on the hat and move closer to the fire to fall into a peaceful sleep. In her dreams a mysterious gunman always appears, calling himself a bounty hunter from a distant land, gaunt of frame but with very sharp eyes. The gunman demanded a duel with Oakley's father at high noon. A gunshot rang out, the hat flew off, her father fell, and after that came her mother's wailing…

Little Oakley stared blankly at the mysterious gunman. This man moved as fast as lightning, and her father had no chance of winning.

Waking from the dream, she found a long streak of tears left on the hat. Little Oakley began to learn the gun because she wanted to earn that proud hat of her father's.

găng tay da thô của thiện xạ Musketeer's Coarse Leather Gloves

Leather gloves cracked in several places, badly worn where they grip the gun.

In childhood Oakley practiced tirelessly, shooting on the farm from sunrise to sunset. Her father was at times quietly amazed by her talent, and at times filled with a useless worry over a gunslinger's fate.

Only her mother pitied those small, pale hands, complaining that her father should never have taught his daughter to shoot.

From that duel, to her first completed bounty, and on to the fame that came later, Oakley held her gun in those worn old gloves for many years. The other bounty hunters do not understand her stubborn attachment to them, and only she understands the contradictory feelings inside. They were her mother's parting gift.

A mother who stubbornly refused to let her learn the gun, just how much resolve did it take her in the end?

After that duel, Oakley's mother sobbed without end in her arms. Oakley said not a word, and her mother understood what was in her heart.

áo choàng săn gió của thiện xạ Musketeer's Wind-Hunting Shawl

A shawl in folk style, its inner lining woven from bulletproof fiber.

A gunslinger never shows an opening before a duel, and Oakley can load and take aim in silence. To an outsider her soft shawl seems perfectly still, and even after the shot rings out, no one can understand how she did it.

“Every delicate movement is hidden beneath the shawl, and victory is decided before the bullet ever leaves the barrel.” Her father told her this again and again.

After running by chance into a gang of armed thugs, Oakley calmly stood still and began to read the situation. Before she fired, Oakley was like a boulder that had not moved in a hundred years, and before her opponents could act, she had already prepared everything. After a few crisp shots, Oakley deliberately let one bandit go, for she needed to warn these thieves in a subtle way.

No hesitation, no emotion, which often leaves opponents feeling they never had a chance of winning. That is how the other bounty hunters judge Oakley.

In a duel Oakley resembles the mysterious gunman she met in her dreams, swift and decisive, without a single wasted motion. When she realized that she and her enemy were growing more and more alike, she could not help but hate herself.

giày bốt đinh tán của thiện xạ Musketeer's Rivets Riding Boots
Boots with a V cut shaft, plain in appearance but very comfortable to wear.

 

The taste of an endlessly long journey is never pleasant, and the lonely, solitary Oakley grew used to it long ago. Oakley always wears her boots, traveling to frontier worlds that no one bothers to spare a glance for, to collect bounties that amount to almost nothing.

Because she has a hunch: that mysterious gunman is not a sociable person, and the two of them will surely meet somewhere far from any bustle.

After she got hold of a harmonica, practicing broken little tunes drove away some of her lonely hours, her only audience the wolves, the spiders, the dust and the tumbleweeds. Oakley's solitary pastime grew more and more skilled over the course of the journey, and sometimes even the wind would stop to listen to her tune all the way through. The Corporation gives bounty hunters the means to travel among the stars, and the lone gunslinger is never picky about where she goes.

The mysterious gunman has been gone for a long time, and perhaps she is only chasing a mirage. But she sets out again and again all the same.

Oakley believes that as long as the name of the “Wild Wheat” grows loud enough, the mysterious gunman will come looking for her himself, just as he once broke into the farm to find her father.