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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

Different time, huh. Maybe that was when they were still together without knowing all about this Zahler Nenner business. Now that I thought about it, it kind of didn't make sense as to how these two got separated in the first place. If I was understanding things correctly, if they were as tough as nails even back then, surely they would've run away as soon as they learned that Anna was getting shipped off to the nearest approximation to a sweatshop instead of letting it happen. They hadn't talked much about their family too. Maybe that was the reason?

Too many questions, too much respect for me to even try and ask them about it. I mean, why should I know? It wasn't my business. Still... "Pre-separation then. Got it."

"Pre-separation?" Anna asked, her face scrunching up as our boots crunched the snow underneath our feet.

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