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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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18.3 Sneak Attack

I gestured to my two accomplices, showing them a hand with all five fingers sticking out. With a nod, I then pointed in a few directions toward the tent. It was a piss poor approximation of their locations, but it was better than nothing when trying to assassinate more people than there were assassins.

With a small breath, I readied myself for a proper confrontation as I faced the tent with the Feuermischung poised to strike. We'd only have a few seconds of surprise before the enemy engaged. At best, we'd be able to kill the three highest-ranking officials starting with the Zahler, then the general, then the captain. It was a three to five odds if I was calculating this correctly, and the worst outcome was that we fail to kill even a single one of our choice targets.

No pressure.

Nodding to my ready companions, I raised a hand as if to signal to get ready.