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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

With the strike of her hammer, Lise's body moved with the force she exerted. With sports bras not being a thing here yet, her large assets threatened to spill out of her bindings every time she moved in a burst of speed. Despite being under a t-shirt, I could tell that those things weren't getting enough support. Even as a dude, I could tell those would be painful.

That simply won't do. "Hey, are your bindings tight enough?"

Lise looked at me quizzically, "Bindings? I'm not injured, though?"

Huh? Seriously? "I meant your other bindings," I clarified motioning to my own chest for emphasis.

My sister placed her hammer down on the anvil, her head tilting in clear confusion as she stared at me. "I don't get it."

It took everything in my power not to place my palm on my forehead in such a response.

53.3 Reorientation