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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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24.3 Freedom

The moment was cut short as a short cough dragged both of our attention back to reality. Reluctantly, we pried our arms off of each other in favor of addressing the other person in the room. The one that actually made this reunion happen in the first place.

"If it is to your convenience, Miss Lise, I'd like for Sir Rouge here to have a fresher set of clothing before we continue."

I chuckled at the veiled implications of her statement. There was only so much biology could do before the body odor finally took its due toll. Though, I would appreciate a new set of threads seeing as mine was literally already ripped to shreds.

I turned to Lise, to which my sister reacted like a deer stuck in headlights as she took a few seconds to register the order before quickly springing into action. "O-Of course, Dame Mathilde."

"I'll be waiting," the newly named Mathilde nodded, still sticking with her cold tone for god knows why.