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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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32.3 Disaster

MAIRA

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A haunting silence echoed through the silent village as Maira cautiously made her way to the source of the explosion. In the periphery of her vision, she could see both Nenners and Imperials running around like headless chickens, the destruction around them having effectively ended the battle before it could ever turn bloodier than it could've become. Sure, bodies upon bodies of those that couldn't escape the blast littered the streets, but most of them were Imperials anyway, people that the former Primzahl didn't particularly care about.

"W-We need a medic here!"

"Where's Leader?! We need-"

"Scratch that! I'm taking command for now!"

Somehow, Maira didn't know whether to feel proud or even more worried as pockets of independent groups began springing up and taking charge of the situation. They were all pointedly ignoring her, thankfully, but that also didn't mean that they weren't paying attention to her either.