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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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18.12 Sneak Attack

LISE

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"You're letting your anger take control..." the man commented like he was simply on a casual stroll. "Fighting like that will never let you win, Miss."

She shook her head at the oh-so-obvious observation. Of course, she knew that! In the same way that her brother was currently hanging under his right arm, it was more than obvious that she was letting herself cut loose! Why else would she allow such a travesty to her fighting prowess happen in the first place if there was nothing to be mad about?!

"FVCK YOU!" Lise blurted out, her rage-filled demeanor no longer able to hold back her disdain and hatred. "LET GO OF HIM!"

Blade and gauntlet ground against each other as the battle of strength and endurance continued. Lise's arms were already buckling under the strain as she attempted to push even further than what she knew she was capable of. Something had to give eventually, and she was sure as hell that it wasn't going to be her.