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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

Hmm... "Can we possibly distract him?"

Lise hummed in thought as she crouched beside me, "Throw a stone? Maybe an arrow?"

Possible. It was the oldest trick in the book; throw a stone at someone and they'll look at something else instead of the person trying to sneak in. Granted, such a thing would be suspicious from the get-go, but did we really have any other choice in the matter? Unless we wanted to leave bodies behind, it was the safest and quietest way to sneak in without alerting them.

"Yeah..." I nodded in assent as I felt the ground for any sort of stone I could use. "Get to the other side. I'll throw this straight at him."

My sister immediately caught my drift as she palmed a stone of her own. With a slight nod, she made her way to the other side of the gate just behind a stray pile of junk. Meanwhile, I was already in position as I carefully aimed my stone straight at the guard's helmeted face.

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