Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang opened his eyes deep in the night. Due to the Day of Chaos, Shang had decided to sleep again.

The last couple of days had already been a pain. The bloodied face had returned from time to time in the last couple of days. It wasn't nearly as bad as back then, but it was still very noticeable.

The last night had been horrible. Just like before, Shang felt his entire world break down as he tried to sleep. Everything had appeared hopeless and senseless.

But, eventually, Shang managed to go to sleep.

He wasn't sure what he had dreamt about, but he was pretty sure that he had dreamt of something bad.

Why?

Because Shang found spots of blood on his bed.

He guessed that he had probably scratched himself bloody during his sleep, and due to his high tolerance for pain, he didn't even wake up.

However, as a new day began, Shang felt much better.

Last night, he had felt horrible, which stood in stark contrast to how Shang felt right now.

He was alert and full of energy.

Shang stood up, showered, and shaved.

After getting dressed, Shang looked at his bed.

It was filled with dried blood, and it smelled quite badly.

He had done that.

'Moment of weakness,' Shang thought. 'I have to get used to the crueler side of the world. The more used I get to everything, the easier my life will become.'

Shang kept looking at the bloodstains.

To him, it felt like he was leaving his old self behind.

Shang dissociated from his past self last night.

"Well, doesn't matter. Let's go," Shang said to Sword.

Yes, that was the name of Shang's sword, Sword.

After they had trained a couple of times, Shang had found out that he didn't know Sword's name, which was why he had asked.

Sword simply said that it was a sword, and it wanted to be called as such.

Shang had asked why Sword didn't want a unique name.

Sword's answer was that its name would eventually be unique.

One day, if someone said the word sword, they would think of Sword.

It was not a sword.

It was the Sword!

Shang accepted that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to

left his room and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one

best when it

best students in the

one very surprising

of the 50

was nearly a

barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them had gathered

quickly

that he could only take five people of the Advanced

the Advanced Grade. What

was understandable. They were still too weak and too

several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

had five spots per grade, he was the reason why there were 15 red uniforms

that moment, Shang realized

only very rarely amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have a

like they are completely separate from the

we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students

now, they are the

hadn't noticed it previously, but as he saw

focus

were the most

"Shang?"

at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

out the token he had received and showed it to Astor. "I

with shock and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

he also knew very well

very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker

an emblem, one

but he also knew that

about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have

Shang was weak.

basically nothing about the theoretical

Shang manage

some hidden

son of the King of the

the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a threat to

Mages were

just as surprised as