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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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12.9 Off-Guard

An ominous aura briefly enveloped the entire area as he issued his threat. And from thinking that I could run, my mind screamed at me to stay despite the inherent danger that my staying here really possessed. Not that it mattered anyway since I couldn't move even if I wanted to, my whole body freezing up as a primal fear pressed at the back of my mind.

"Answer my questions, Dirt Eater," the Primzahl commanded from above me, confusion still present on his face despite the pressure he was exerting. "What do you mean, 'horny for my Sister?'"

"H-Huh?"

What was this about his sister? Now that I thought about it, he kept comparing herself to Aria like a bratty younger sibling. He was constantly reassuring himself that he was better than the older woman despite the fact that it was totally false.

*KRAKATHOOM!*

"Answer!"

"Eeep!"