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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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54.14 Uninvited Guest

Grigori nodded in his seat as I continued observing the man for what he'd do. I knew that he had some modicum of respect for him, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong here. We were still at his mercy despite him telling us that he'd let us go, but the way he was selling this opportunity... And now the fact that he apparently didn't know what happened to one of his self-admitted favorite students in all but name?

 

Not gonna lie, it was highly suspect.

 

"So you see, we're not inclined to take you up on that offer of yours," I firmly repeated, my eyes locking firmly into his. "And if you'll excuse me, I'd like to ask some questions of my own."

 

"Oh? Oh, I understand, Rouge," Grigori absently nodded. He was clearly distracted by something. Was the reason for our circumstances really news to him? "Ask away."