Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang decided to take a shower first before anything else. He probably smelled horrible, and his old clothing was sticking to him, which was annoying.

Before today, he hadn't really bothered with how dirty his clothes felt since he hadn't had many alternatives, but now, he had.

Shang put his old clothes to the corner of the room and tilted the magic bucket.

Sure enough, as soon as he tilted it, a lot of water came out. It wasn't flowing incredibly fast, but there was quite a lot of water.

Shang had taken baths before in this world but never a real shower. Back on Earth, he had exclusively showered since it was faster and since he loved the feeling of cold water running down his body.

It felt a bit weird to have no soap available, but he had to learn to live with that.

After Shang was done with the shower, he looked at his hair. He contemplated cutting it, but he had only been here for half a year. Right now, his hair was a bit too long for his liking, but it wasn't overly bad.

Then, Shang touched his face to feel his beard.

Sure enough, the growth of his beard could, at best, be called spread out. Additionally, he had that typical teenage mustache with these thin hairs.

Shang took his sword and tried to shave, the keyword being tried.

The sword just didn't want to cut him.

"Come on. I only want to cut off some hairs," Shang said to his sword.

His sword didn't react.

"Come on. Just become sharp," Shang said, lightly tapping his arm with his sword.

feelings of confusion coming from

minutes, Shang tried to communicate with his sword, but he only received confusing or angry feelings. The sword either had no idea what he wanted, or it became annoyed at Shang needlessly slapping

him effectively. Just like a newborn, the best the sword could do was to show some vague signals about how it was feeling

a knife to shave," Shang said after giving up. "I can deal with long hair, but I don't like this stupid, tiny beard. It makes

with gold, and while I'm at it, I can

went over to his uniforms and was about to pick up the

But then, he stopped.

a frown. "I'm not really

went over to the bronze uniform and put it on. The azure

don't feel dirty as fuck," Shang said after putting on

a feel for the weight. No real armor was visible from the outside when looking at the uniform, but it also definitely didn't feel light. There was also

had to come from the fabric itself, which felt weird to Shang. What fabric

above anything possible on Earth. Shang could break a huge number of world records without

heavy uniform was definitely very uncomfortable for long periods, but here, it

from putting on a normal jacket. He felt the weight, but

socks," Shang said as he saw the socks. "Been a while since I've worn

"And actual shoes, wow."

a couple of rings made of fabric hanging from the uniform. "I guess that's for

sword, he had to carry it differently. Usually, one-handed swords were supposed to be

long, it had to be put on Shang's

two-handed sword, but it was far

the little slit that was his window, but he couldn't really tell how late it was. He

the first time in

of training and fighting from outside. He went over

for the first time, Shang could really look

academy. The fields weren't separated by fences but lines. There was basically no flora in the academy, and there were only a couple of beasts. However, these beasts were