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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

"I'm fine, dammit!" Flare practically yelled out, her tone hoarse and weak despite the volume. "And stop acting smug. It's not funny"

"I'm just being a professional, Flare," I smirked as I pushed her down to the bed, forcing her to lie down. "So long as you're my patient, I'll care about your well-being. Besides, you're a part of me. Of course, I care."

The phoenix woman shook her head on the pillow; the utter disdain she was trying to portray thoroughly lost to the immense pity-energy that her state was making her exude. It was kind of weird, to be honest; seeing someone that I somewhat considered to be stronger than me be reduced to something that I'd only see in a hospital ward. Thankfully, she was recovering, but I still didn't know why this even happened to her.

"Hey," I began, taking my usual seat at her bedside. "How did this even happen? You said this was my fault, but I still find that hard to believe."

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