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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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83.9 Reflection

Calling out as I hoisted myself up using the walls, the lack of a response was usually a bad sign based on my experience. However, I don't think we're under attack, seeing as there weren't any explosions or elements being swung around at this moment in time. Then again, my currently shvt hearing might be preventing me from detecting the usual sounds of struggle or minute movement that could mean the life or death of the people around me.

And based on the utter lack of people inside with me, I could only expect the worst. Hell, even Aria wasn't in her cot anymore.

"Fvcking hell..."

Limping towards my weapons, my limbs protested as I tried hoisting the Feuermischung in my arms. My forearms burned as the blade weighed like it was made of lead or something, my muscles protesting at the act before I found myself dropping the sword back to the ground with a muted clang.

Well... That's not gonna work.