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 refer to a sword as Sword,

out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding one

them were the best when it came to using

were the best students

was one very surprising

50

nearly a

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

Shang quickly

he had five spots and that he could only

the Advanced

were no students from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still

several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

per grade, he

that moment,

red uniforms are only very rarely amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only

like they are completely separate from the other

since we 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

they are the

noticed it previously, but as he saw so many

academy put special focus

they were the most

"Shang?"

Astor, who looked at

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

received and showed

and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very

was very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker than the other

order to get an emblem, one needed to

knew that

here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by a teacher who

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the theoretical

how did Shang manage to get

some hidden progeny of a foreign

the son of the

and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other

Mages

as surprised