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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

66.5 Motivation

Dodging yet another lightning strike sent my way, I re-ignited my sword as I made my approach. Keeping an eye on the other two combatants, I made sure I wasn't getting flanked before I finally managed to get in on this lightning Summand's personal space.

 

"Heya..."

 

With a sarcastic greeting, I felt resistance as I cut through the poor guy's defenses. His daggers were too out of position for him to even try to defend as I ran him through my sword; my flames engulfing him for a brief second before I pulled it out of him. it was pretty gruesome, but there was no time to even think through the process as I immediately turned towards the two shmucks left of my group.

 

"d-don.. get...."

 

They were trembling for a brief second before they rushed ahead towards my location. Couldn't really hear whatever the guy with the sword said, but it was probably no good as the ground shook beneath me. Earth?