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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

39.6 Self-Reflection

Flare. It was something that signified her fiery nature. Granted, she was being really aggravating to me for some reason. Somehow, I could feel something else buried deep within her though. A worried anxiety for me that was probably just my own survival instincts taking form within her.

 

The newly-named Flare sighed. "Naming me after another word for fire... I suppose it'll have to do," she shrugged. "Not like I can complain. I kind of like the sound of it anyway."

I couldn't help but smirk at that. So she wasn't a complete killjoy. Thank god my other personality wasn't the worst version of me then.

A beat passed as the two of us settled into our respective seats. Flare seemed to have adjusted the seat on her recliner so that she was sitting much straighter than before. Her legs were still crossed, her white skin a stark contrast to the fiery halo surrounding her-