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!

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 dark, but Shang could already

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

them were the best in theory regarding one

of them were the best when

were the best

was one very

of the 50 students wore

nearly

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

quickly realized

that he could only take five

the Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or

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

several students of the

spots per grade, he was

moment, Shang

They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They

like they are completely

we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle

the most

previously, but as he saw so many red uniforms,

put special focus on the red

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

he had received and showed it to Astor.

and confusion

It was real.

But how?

also knew very well of Shang's

was so young, he was also far weaker than the

an emblem, one

but he also knew that Shang

have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the

Shang was weak.

basically nothing about

how did Shang manage

he actually some hidden progeny of a

the son of the King of the

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

Mages

just as surprised