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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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45.X Interlude: Checkpoint IV

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

 

Waking up from my earlier stint with the killer bear, the twins had quickly moved to make sure that I was doing well despite the drain I had subjected to my system. Anna had urged me to not get out of bed, and Mathilde had made quick work of the bear corpse that lay undisturbed outside. I protested against the babying, of course, but I was both outnumbered and outgunned in terms of pushing my own will against them if they really wanted otherwise. Not to mention the fact that I was positively sure that I was running a slight fever from sheer exhaustion.

 

"Hey..." I called out to Anna who seemed to be cooking something in a pot. A stew or soup, perhaps? "How're you guys doing?"

 

"Fine, thank you," Anna casually responded, the smell of what she was cooking permeating through my nose. "I should be asking that of you, y'know?"

 

Fair enough. "I'll be good with a day's rest. Don't worry."