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!

a bit weird to refer to a

academy. It

There were about 50.

represented the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one

of them were the best when it

best

there was one very surprising

50 students wore red

was nearly a

in the academy,

Shang quickly realized

had five spots and that he could only take five people of the Advanced Grade with

the Advanced Grade. What about

no students from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They

were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and

five spots per grade, he

that moment, Shang

They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also

they are completely separate from

can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are basically like

now, they are the most numerous students

it previously, but as he saw so many red uniforms, he

focus on the red

was like they were the

"Shang?"

at Astor, who looked at him

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing

had received

shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well of Shang's

was very young, but since he was so young, he

to get an emblem, one needed to be among the

knew that Shang definitely

know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by a teacher who only taught something

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about

how did Shang manage

hidden progeny of

of the King of the Skythunder

any exceptions for anyone unless the other side

Mages were no

as surprised