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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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51.3 Power Source

"Cover yourself up, Flare," I shook my head in exasperation. "You're not well yet."

 

"Y-yes, I am!" she defiantly replied. Was her sickness messing with her head? She's better than this. "And it's not messing... Anyway, I'm fine!"

 

Oh, joy.

 

Standing up from my seat for what was probably the fifth time in that hour, I pushed my patient back down on her bed. Pulling up her covers, the relief she felt was palpable to me even as she tried her best to hide it. She was still flushed and her temperature was still somehow well within the normal limits of a healthy person, but she was still exhibiting fever-like symptoms. I guess her temperature was supposed to be higher than this then.

 

"The joys of dealing with strange anomalies," I chuckle to myself as I returned to my seat. "To think that I'm actually practicing my supposed doctor-ness..."