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!

found it a bit weird to

courtyard of the academy. It was still

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory regarding one

were the best when it came

the best

one

50 students

nearly a

any red uniforms in the academy, but

quickly

spots and that he could only take five people

at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or Preparation

Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak

of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

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

moment, Shang realized

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

they are completely separate from the

Caterpillar Class is already special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with

now, they are the

previously, but as he saw so many

focus on the

they were the most important

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?" Astor

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

and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

also

but since he was so young, he was also far

to get an emblem, one needed to

Astor liked Shang, but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

about the surroundings. That meant

Shang was weak.

nothing

Shang

he actually some hidden progeny of

of

for anyone unless the other

True Mages

surprised as