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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

53.2 Reorientation

Quickly making my way back up to my room, I gathered the twin blades as well as the crossbow that was now aptly named Eaglesong before returning to her workshop. I still found it hilarious that Lise managed to name the crossbow the exact same name I had planned on calling it. I guess my half-assed bedtime stories can really imprint stuff on impressionable kids.

 

Walking past Lise, I placed my weapons on the table located on the other side of the small workshop.

 

"Come here, Lise," I beckoned as I splayed out the Yang and Yin in front of me. "Let me show you something."

 

My eyes scanned my old blades, noting the ridiculous amount of minor chinks and battle damage they'd accrued while they were in Lise's possession. I guess she really put them to good use.

 

"See here," I pointed at the two blades' halfway point, "At first glance, they look like standard hardening Seigels, right?"