Where the Clouds Burn (Reborn! First Generation)

She had fought her way through mud and blood and fire. He had sat in a cold, lonely office, writing furiously. When she met him, she didn't see his exhaustion and loneliness, and he didn't see her many scars. A perfect face like ice, a carefree smile: they were like fire and water, each unable to stand the sight of the other. They were far apart in a superior-subordinate relationship, two parallel lines that had never crossed. When would they ever intersect? Grant me strength! Let me, a writer of lighthearted, everyday time-travel stories, write a tale set in the nineteenth century!! The male lead is Arnold. Since stingy Amano didn't give him a surname, he came up with one himself =.= The female lead is a one-celled (pseudo-)organism, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, whose gender is hard to tell. There's swaggering, there's fighting, no Mary Sue, no sex, and romance? Don't even think about it. Subtle angst, mostly healing. Read without worry. Well then, let's begin w