Oshura's face stiffened. With a constipated expression, she asked, "Um, I just came to ask, is it really impossible without that particular fur?"
"No!"
The Workshop Owner refused cleanly and decisively.
"I've told you countless times, every piece of Hunter's armor is finally finalized after countless designs and experiments by numerous craftsmen and Scholars.
Whatever materials are needed, those are the materials that must be used. Not one more, not one less, and certainly not a different one. Otherwise, it will destroy the integrity of the design and prevent certain properties of the armor itself from taking effect.
If you want to make a complete Peach-hair Beast set, then you'd better go back to Hunting honestly. There's no way to cut corners."
"Haaah."
Oshura covered her face and sighed deeply, muttering curses under her breath, "How many is this already? Damn it, when will this end!"
"Missing materials for armor?" Gordon, who hadn't left yet, asked curiously.
Oshura didn't answer directly, but glanced at him. "Do you have anything else to do later?"
"Uh? Not for now."
"Good! Come drink with me!"
Saying that, Oshura, who had finally found someone to complain to, casually greeted the Workshop Owner as a farewell, and pulled Gordon back to the pub area of the Hunter's Gathering Hall.
"Clang!"
Two huge oak mugs, each as big as a human head, were slammed heavily onto the bar table by Oshura, the loud sound attracting the attention of several Hunters who were having breakfast nearby.
A tall female Hunter, who looked about the same age as Oshura, glanced over and laughed heartily, "Drinking again so early in the morning? Hahahaha, how many is this now? Still haven't gotten that 'vibrantly colored fur'?
I'm telling you, why don't you consider switching armor? Pink doesn't suit you anyway, and you and the King Yian Kut-Ku are just naturally at odds, haha!"
A male Hunter at the next table also raised his soup bowl, like toasting, and chuckled as he raised it towards Oshura, "Stop persecuting those big apes! If this keeps up, the King Yian Kut-Ku around Minagarde will all be wiped out by you!"
"Get lost, you old hag!"
Oshura made a rude gesture at the Hunters who were teasing her, then sat down huffily and grabbed the oak mug full of ale, chugging down more than half of it.
"Puh-hah."
Exhaling a mouthful of ale-scented breath and wiping the ale foam from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, Oshura's face at this moment showed none of the usual cheerful and hearty smile she had when drinking. Instead, it was filled with exasperation and vexation.
Gordon, having no interest in getting drunk during the day, took a shallow sip. In fact, he had already gathered the gist of it from the others' teasing.
For the sake of their own lives, Hunters could hardly hold back during a Hunt, and the corpses of slain monsters were often in tatters, with what materials could be carved depending entirely on luck.
Especially for certain rare materials, it might be impossible to obtain them even after Hunting multiple monsters of the same species.
Therefore, it was very common for Hunters to spend weeks or even months repeatedly going to the Hunting Field to gather materials for a particular weapon or piece of armor.
If luck was good, successfully Hunting one large monster could gather all the materials for an entire set of armor. If luck was a bit worse, usually Hunting two or three would be enough. If luck was even worse... well, there was no telling.
Speaking of which, Gordon vaguely remembered that the Receptionist Tiki seemed to have complained about Oshura, saying that the latter spent all day Hunting King Yian Kut-Ku and such.
It seemed this person was one of those with particularly, exceptionally bad luck.
Tossing a piece of salted smoked cheese into her mouth as a snack, and then pouring the remaining ale from her mug into her mouth, Oshura began to pour out her woes.
"Seven! I've Hunted a full seven King Yian Kut-Ku! My storage box is almost overflowing with those fluffy pink furs, but that damned 'vibrantly colored fur' just won't drop!"
Gordon: "..."
Your luck is indeed terrible.
Raising her empty mug and shaking it at the server behind the counter, signaling for a refill, Oshura continued to complain:
"Four months ago, I planned to craft the Peach-hair Beast set. Uh, you know I'm a Light Bowgun User, right? The Peach-hair Beast set has a special effect that enhances Normal S rapid fire, which is pretty important to me.
So I went to Hunt King Yian Kut-Ku. After successfully Hunting the first one, I gathered the materials for the chest, waist, and leg armor. I was so happy then, thinking that if I Hunted one more, the Peach-hair Beast set would definitely be completed.
Then I Hunted the second one, and the materials for the armguards were also complete, and even the helmet materials were almost done, just missing a cursed thing called 'vibrantly colored fur'.
You know King Yian Kut-Ku, right? Those pink great apes that love to eat Mushrooms. They have a tuft of green fur on their heads, that's what it is.
The outrageous thing is, it's not even naturally grown, but the King Yian Kut-Ku dyes and styles it themselves with plant sap, just like those nobles in the city use beeswax for their hairstyles, can you believe it?
I've Hunted seven King Yian Kut-Ku over half a year for those few dyed green hairs, once, twice, three times...
Ah, thank you."
Thanking the server girl who was trying to stifle her laughter as she poured her drink, Oshura waved her hand in a sweeping motion towards the other Hunters in the pub. "Do you know what those beasts in the Gathering Hall say about me?"
A young male Hunter at the next table, very cooperatively, pinched his voice and shrieked, "Oshura, Oshura~, do you have some special fondness for King Yian Kut-Ku~!
Do you like its green hat? Or its big belly? Or its farting round butt? Puhahahahahahaha!"
"You're looking for a fight, you bastard!!"
Oshura bared her fangs and claws, flinging a piece of smoked cheese that hit the prankster Hunter on the forehead. The two immediately wrestled like they were falling.
Gordon: "..."
No wonder Tiki got so mad last time when she said "female ape"; turns out there's a backstory.
Oshura, who had the upper hand and successfully stuffed the young male Hunter under the table, walked back, shaking her somewhat messy wavy hair, and unhappily chugged another half-mug of ale.
Gordon, who had been dragged along to be a listener, looked at her and thought it would be better to guide her, lest she gets too drunk and throws a tantrum later.
As for how to guide someone who is very unlucky?
The best way is to tell them, actually, I'm even unluckier than you.
"Eshu La Senior—"
"Call me Sis!"
Oshura, waving her oak mug, was clearly a bit drunk.
"...Alright, Sis—"
"Don't add 'old'!"
Gordon's mouth twitched. "Sis, do you know why my Hunter Rank advanced faster than others?"
Oshura squinted at him, holding her mug like a hammer. "If you're going to say you're exceptionally talented or something, do you believe I'll hit you?"
"Because I'm unlucky enough."
"Hm?"
Oshura tilted her head, seemingly not grasping the logic.
"This story begins with my assessment quest to become a formal Hunter. The objective of the assessment quest was to Hunt five Great Wild Boar. Just as I had finished off the last one and hadn't even had time to carve it,
I ran into the Great Wild Boar King."
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