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!

it a bit weird to refer to a

towards the courtyard of the academy.

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one of

of them were the best when it came to using

the best

was one very

50 students wore red

was nearly

red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of

Shang quickly

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

at the Advanced

here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They

the Intermediate, Late, and

he was the

that moment, Shang

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

like they are completely separate from the

of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are basically like

are the most numerous

noticed it previously, but as he saw so

put special focus

was like they were the

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?" Astor

had received and showed it

looked with shock and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very

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

get an emblem, one needed to be

knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

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

Shang was weak.

nothing about

did Shang manage to

actually some hidden progeny of a foreign

was the son of

Vice-Deans and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a threat

True Mages were no

just as surprised as you," Shang