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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

ChellyArks · Fantasia
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600 Chs

12.4 Off-Guard

"Brother?!"

I didn't even hear my sister call out to me as I willed my legs forward, my tunnel vision in full effect as I hacked and slashed my way toward my target. Shields were ineffectual if one knew what they were doing. Mother taught me how to circumvent the damn thing with a sword, and I sure as hell could do it with a katana.

*SLASH! SLASH!*

With a simple flick of the wrist, my newly-sharpened katana cut through armor plating like a hot knife through butter, not even giving their owners a chance to fight back as I made my way to the very top of the staircase where I saw the golden-haired bvtch gloat and laugh with that stupid dagger of his. It was a good thing that I found the time to finally sharpen my sword to relative perfection, my slashes now able to cut through halberds with sufficient enough effort as opposed to back then with me being limited to stabbing attacks and the occasional parry.

*SLASH! STAB! STAB!*