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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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19.3 Triage

"W-We buried them," Emeraud awkwardly answered just as I heard her exit the tent just behind Anna. "We couldn't just... leave them behind..."

If I was any other professional, I would've asked the follow-up question of 'How deep did you bury them?' But my heart couldn't take it anymore as the moans of the injured just echoed all around us. I could even feel a few stares landing at me as I tried to swallow the growing anxiety and pressure that I knew was being piled on top of me by my own guilty conscience. This was a situation that I had no training for. Well, technically, I had attended a seminar on proper work safety protocols that actually had first aid built into it, but this was different. This was a full-blown medical disaster, and despite not having intimate knowledge of medicine, I was still somehow the most qualified to work simply because I had some lingering knowledge about modern sensibilities in treating the injured.