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!

Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but if

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

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding one

when it

the best students in the

one very

50 students

was nearly

any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly

Shang quickly

had five spots and that he could only

look at the Advanced

was understandable. They were still too weak

several students of the Intermediate, Late,

grade, he was the

that moment,

talk, and they rarely visit other

they are completely separate from the other

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

they are the

hadn't noticed it previously, but as he saw so many red uniforms,

special focus on

like they were the most important

"Shang?"

at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

out the token he had received and showed it to Astor. "I got

with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well of Shang's

young, he was also far

an emblem, one needed

but he also knew that Shang definitely

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

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing about the

how did Shang manage

hidden progeny

he was the son of the King of the

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

Mages

was just as surprised as