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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 · Fantasie
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600 Chs

16.4 Underground

"How long do you think we'll be going for?" I asked.

"Judging by the sound of the water, probably for an hour or more," she mutely responded, her mind clearly on something else entirely. "Ugh..."

"Something wrong?"

"N-nothing," she shook her head as she shook her hand about. "It's just... both of my hands are sticky for some reason..."

I quickly shut my mouth at that. I really didn't want her to get a clue about what she just did to us before she woke up.

"I... Did I talk in my sleep?" she awkwardly asked.

I bit my lip as I debated on what to answer. On one hand, I could tell the truth, but I could probably spin this just to save herself from the embarrassment that she was obviously feeling.

"I don't think so?" I lied through my teeth, my gaze firmly on our path as I refused to face her. "I didn't really wake up last night."

"Oh..."