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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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I heard Jozephine angrily protest at my so-called mockery from up high as I made my way to my sister. It wasn't like I knew her French customs or something! "Can you even blame me?! I haven't even heard of someone with a last name until I met you!"

 

*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*

 

I swatted another slew of branches away from me as I reached Lise. She had just managed to fend off her own pursuers as she climbed onto the massive tree in front of us. Stabbing the trunk, she probably only made it up at least a few meters before falling back down beside me.

 

"Dammit!" Lise cursed as she quickly picked herself back up. "How am I- Brother!"

 

I stopped her from approaching me; my eyes already locking on to the next set of maniacal branches gunning for our guts, "No time to chat. Think you can climb it?"

 

"I could if I-"

 

"SILENCE! JE NE SERAIS PAS IGNORÉ!"

 

Huh-

 

*CRACK! BOOM!*