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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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37.1 Sudden Cold

203 F.Y.

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Weird dreams all around had been had in the past few days. Angles and squiggly lines littered my vision whenever I closed my eyes, all while numbers, formulae, and calculations drifted across my headspace whenever I indulged in my favorite pastime of staring off into space. Funnily enough, I somehow managed to make sense of it all. That was a good sign if I ever saw one, especially if I really was this Rouge guy before.

 

If all else, it meant that our memories were starting to merge, which would only help me in the long run no matter what happens.

 

Either way, sleeping had become an ordeal after this whole 'flashback' business began, and I was pretty sure that the twins were starting to notice my increasing irritability. Especially since we were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while we were staying in an inn in a possibly hostile city... which was scuffed since I was the one that suggested it.