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!

the 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 that was what it wanted,

towards the courtyard of the academy.

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in

best when it came

the best students

one

50 students wore

nearly a

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

quickly realized

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

the Advanced Grade.

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

the Intermediate, Late,

he was the

moment, Shang

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

almost like they are completely separate from

actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the

the most

he saw so many red uniforms,

special focus on the

like they were the most important

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

received and showed it to

and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very

but since he was so young, he was also far

order to get an emblem, one needed

also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

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

Shang was weak.

basically nothing about the theoretical

how did Shang manage

he actually some hidden progeny of

he was the son of the

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

True Mages

was just as surprised as you,"