Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang nodded. He had waited for this examination for way too long.

Soran answered with a nod of his own and turned towards Mervin. "Mervin, you're the sword instructor. Could you get us a fitting opponent for Shang? You know how examinations work."

Mervin nodded and wanted to stand up but stopped. "Shang? That's his name?" he asked.

"That's at least what he wrote onto the form," Soran said as he waved one of the forms around.

Mervin shot a weird glance at Shang.

"Weird name, kid," he said before leaving.

Viera only snorted, showing that she didn't like what Mervin had just said.

Soran only awkwardly looked at Shang. "You have to excuse Mervin. He's an old but very capable teacher. As you might have noticed, he always speaks his mind."

"No, he's right," Shang said. "Shang is a weird name."

Soran's face transformed into a representation of confusion.

That was not the answer he had expected.

"Well, alright then. As long as you don't take what Mervin said personally," Soran said.

"How is it not personal?" Shang asked. "He literally commented on my name. It doesn't really get any more personal."

Soran moved his hands forward like he wanted to stop an expensive vase from falling to the ground. "That's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant," Shang said.

Soran pulled back again as he looked at Shang with a slightly frustrated expression. "Then why didn't you say so?" he asked with forced politeness.

"Why didn't you word it correctly?" Shang answered.

"You," Soran said as his hands very lightly indicated that he wanted to strangle Shang. Then, he took a deep breath to calm down. "Fine. It's fine. The situation's resolved," he said.

Shang didn't answer anymore.

On the side, Viera shot a strange look at Shang.

This kid wasn't like most other kids.

Was something wrong with him?

passed, Mervin

the young

couldn't be

saw the boy, he felt a slight

very good at judging his opponent. The slight feeling of threat he felt meant that the other side was capable of injuring

wasn't a

Pest Cat had the capabilities to

man looked at Shang

the Vice-Dean

had to prove his worth

exhibition match," Soran explained. "You two will fight each other. Shang, this match won't decide if you can join our academy or not. It's

said as he gestured to the empty half

table's at the side,' Shang

end of the hall

of speed and power.

Clk!

none of the present people could see what Shang was doing. His sword had been

teachers nodded when they saw that. Keeping one's weapon hidden

whenever you

BANG!

sound of Shang jumping forward with a lot of power reverberated throughout the

opponent hadn't been ready for Shang to suddenly attack, and he quickly lifted his sword

know from which direction Shang would

was still hidden

chop. In the academy, he had learned that the only option was

but he had already known that would

wasn't arrogant. He knew exactly that his opponent knew more about how to wield a sword than him. So, entering a sword battle with him

his power into his sword arm and

BANG!

two swords hit each other,

SHING!

coming from above, but instead of pulling his sword back into a combat-stance, Shang let go of

of his power into

since he had let go of the source

lot of practice, but Shang had had enough

opponent was out of balance as he tried to pull his

BANG!

opponent's torso, taking the air

him.

CRK!

"AAAHHH!"