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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

22.8 Sacrifice

*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*

My arms flew in a flurry of attacks, my previous plan foregone in favor of going on the defensive. While his right hand didn't have the gauntlet, it was still wearing an armored glove that might just knock me out if I wasn't careful enough. Both of my swords clashed and clanged against his swings and jabs, sparks flying as a battle of speed and strength ensued between us.

"Masterful bladework, Sir Rouge," Renatus complimented just as I blocked his left jab with a swift parry with the Yang. "Dame Maira taught you well."

I paid his compliment no mind as my mind raced with each blow that I managed to deflect. I had previously pegged this guy to be slower than the blonde bvtch. But with each passing blow that I blocked, the other fist seemed to be following closely behind at a speed that... looked like he was fvcking getting faster and more pumped up by the second!

*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*