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!

end, Shang accepted that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but if

courtyard of the academy. It was still

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one of

of them were the best when it came to using

were the best

one very

the 50 students

was nearly a

academy,

Shang quickly realized

Vice-Dean had said that he had five spots and that he could only take five people of the

look at the Advanced

They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be able

several students of the Intermediate,

grade, he was the reason why

that moment,

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 teaching

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 other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are

the most numerous students

previously, but as he saw

put special focus on

were

"Shang?"

at Astor, who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?" Astor

he had received and showed

looked with shock and

It was real.

But how?

also knew very

so young, he was also far weaker

order to get an emblem, one needed to be among

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

was very weak, and he couldn't have been 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 only taught something

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing about the

did Shang manage to get

hidden progeny of

of the King of

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

True Mages

as surprised as you,"