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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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*SLASH! SLASH! STAB!*

Going over a small outcrop of discarded slag, I managed to lay my eyes on my missing sister. She seemed to be occupied with fending off a few more Dezimals, though it was clear that she didn't need any help. Not at all, seeing as she was surrounded by the corpses of her fallen enemies.

*SLASH! SLASH!*

"C'mon! Show me what your stupid Empire could do!"

I frowned as I heard Lise shout mockingly, watching as her sword sliced through the two tin cans that dared to attack her. What few stragglers left were clearly ready to run, their movements jittery and anxious as their bodies all but turned around to get the hell out of this tiny murder-blender's kill range.

"That's it?!" Lise taunted, though I could tell that she was panting despite herself. "Child's play!"

I hid my disposition as I vaulted over the outcrop, fully intent on joining Lise on her one-woman crusade. Though not without scolding her for her current behavior first.