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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

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"I'm afraid that we'll have to decline!" I shouted out, my nervousness making my voice shake a bit. "But I assure you we mean you no harm!"

 

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The silence that answered me was deafening.

 

Feeling my heart begin to beat a mile a minute as the familiar feeling of Wesen came within my consciousness, I squared my shoulders for the result of my failed diplomacy as I felt Lise do the same behind me.

 

Sure enough, the inevitable sounds of busywork and boots on the ground lightly echoed from outside our tent. A strange feeling of dread washed over me as I anticipated what kind of weapon they'll be using against us. It was most likely the sabers that we saw hanging around their hips, wouldn't it... The reach would be average, but the speed would be somewhat of a problem...