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"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!"


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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.



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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

Staring at the tower, I spotted my previous route along the walls as I approached the first of many cracks and crevasses that I made earlier. Stabbing the Yin on the first instance, I began the painstaking task of climbing up the tower once more. No shortcuts still, just pure elbow grease and raw upper body strength at play here, unfortunately.

"Shvt..." I cursed under my breath just as I stabbed the Yang higher toward my old trail. "Have to take it easy for a bit..."

I could feel my wound threatening to tear with each stretch and movement, my guts ready to spill out as soon as the precariously thin skin gave way from the strenuous activity. That was going to be a pain to manage later. And speaking of later... How were we supposed beat this fire bender?

27.4 Fighting Retreat