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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

Flashing her a smile, I placed a hand on her head. As usual, she melted under my touch, thus re-establishing my rightful position in the pecking order as the big sister in our relationship. "You do that, Lise. Make sure to stay alert for any sort of changes we might have to do on the road."

Predictably, she blushed at me with a smile on her face. At this point, why did I even get bothered seeing it? It wasn't like my sister's making moves on me. Well, more than usual, I suppose.

I let out a sigh as I felt my sister finally leave me to my lonesome. I could only assume that she was already taking her place in front of the engine. The earlier fuss of looking for each and everyone's place in the APC had quietened somewhat, the only sounds now filtering in being minor shuffles and casual movement as they waited for me to give the signal. I let out a deep breath. Well, it was now or never.

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