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?

time passed, Mervin returned with a young

young

be older

Shang saw the boy, he felt a slight feeling of

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

wasn't a real

Pest Cat had the capabilities to injure

at Shang

the Vice-Dean

his worth

each other. Shang, this match won't decide if you can join

can fight over there," Soran said as he gestured to the empty half of the

why the table's

walked over to one end of the hall as he looked at his

It was a one-handed sword focused on a mixture of speed and power. It wasn't as thin as

Clk!

Shang, but none of the present people could see what Shang was doing. His

saw that. Keeping one's weapon hidden made it harder

whenever you want. This fight is

BANG!

a lot of power reverberated throughout the hall,

suddenly

didn't know from which direction

still hidden

his block to a chop. In the academy, he had learned that the only option was to attack when

towards him, but he had already known

more about how to wield

down. Shang put all his power into his sword arm and directly

BANG!

other, creating sparks as

SHING!

a chop coming from above, but instead of pulling his sword

power into recovering his

back since he had let go of the source

a maneuver took a lot of practice, but

opponent was out of balance as he

BANG!

rammed into his opponent's torso, taking the air out

his opponent over and fell on top of him. Then, Shang moved around his opponent's body with

CRK!

"AAAHHH!"