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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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66.6 Motivation

Dashing towards him, the wall of wind that greeted me was the first thing I pushed through as I felt dozens of microscopic cuts open all over my body. My clothes got shredded a bit as well. Pretty careless if not for my lack of fvcks right now. Next came the wind slash that cut my hair. Raising my sword to meet it with my flame, the invisible blade divided in half before dissipating behind me, leaving behind a panting Zahler in front of me as I raised the Feuermischung up to his head.

 

Specifically, his scalp.

 

"Get burnt, fvcker."

 

Pressing the flat of my blade to his scalp, smoke emerged from his head as he screamed in pain and suffering. Not feeling good enough, I pressed the blade even harder as I felt my indignation slowly vanish from my mind, replaced with smug satisfaction as the man crumpled under the pain of getting his brain melted.

 

"Heh..."