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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

54.11 Uninvited Guest

"Stop dodging and start blocking, Rouge!"

 

I raised my staff in apprehensive fear as the Primzahl's fists flew right at me at a speed that I could barely keep up. I was managing to dodge or deflect some of the more powerful blows, but with each hit that I was forced to block, the more I inched closer to the edge of the hill. I was getting bodied right now, and my back was practically ready to roll over and stumble down on the ground in failure.

 

And I couldn't have that! Not with our freedoms at stake here!

 

I spun my staff as hard and fast as I possibly could, hoping that my defense won't fail me as I felt my stomach boil with unbridled energy. I could practically hear Flare screaming at me to use my flames. And while I knew I'd use them here, was it really the right time for it? With my back against the edge and my opponent practically one hit away from completely knocking me out?

 

"Last chance, Rouge!"