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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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57.3 Reorientation

*KNOCK KNOCK*

 

With an apprehensive breath, I slowly opened the door; my grip on the Feuermischung tightening with each second that passed. If this was who I thought it was, I might be in for the fight of my life. That blonde bvtch might be oh so smart by doing this, but surely she knew that I won't go down without a fight.

 

With a forceful swing, the door in front of me flew open as I ignited my blade in preparation. If I had the element of surprise, maybe I could end this now before it even began!

 

Thrusting my sword, I-

 

"Rouge, stop!"

 

A familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. What the fvck? Tourniquet didn't know my name... And she certainly had a thick French accent...

 

"Calm down. It's me," the woman in front of me raised her arms in a gesture that denoted innocence. "I know you want to kill me, but at least hear me out?~"