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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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53.7 Reorientation

Nodding wordlessly, Lise lay down on the bed as I placed a pillow under her head. I set her up in a way that she was reclining instead of completely lying down though, making sure that her stomach muscles were relaxed as I began my inspection.

 

Let's see... flat... toned musculature... a few faded scars here and there... an old burn wound just below the navel that I still remember was due to her getting too close to a heated anvil... No visible pulsations too... So far so good.

 

"I'm gonna take a listen on your stomach now," I informed my sister as I placed my head on her taut stomach. "Don't worry, I just need you to be calm enough not to move, okay?"

 

I made it a point to look at her before doing my thing just so I was sure that she was comfortable. Her face really betrayed the nervousness in her as she gave me her consent. "Okay..."