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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

ChellyArks · Fantasy
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I raised an eyebrow at such a bourgeois answer. "Yeah. It's good enough to be eaten raw. Want one?"

 

Extending a hand holding a piece of fish, I could only snicker as Lise visibly recoiled at the prospect of even touching the damn thing. It was kind of surprising to see, actually. To think that someone that lived in a Furnace like her could even fathom refraining from eating something edible. Picky much?

 

I chuckled as I retracted my offer, taking a bit from the fish instead. "Suit yourself then, Lise."

 

Hehe.... Watching Lise react to me eating this stuff was priceless. With each bite that I took, a look of disgust tried forcing its way to the forefront of her expression; her eyes visibly trying their hardest to look away as she watched me in a way that I could only describe as someone watching a trainwreck happen in front of them.