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 sword as Sword, but if that was what it

walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could already see several students

There were about 50.

50 students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding

were the best when it came to

best students in the

there was one very

of the 50 students wore

nearly

red uniforms in the academy, but

quickly realized

had said that he had five spots and that he could only take five

the Advanced Grade. What about the

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

students of the Intermediate,

spots per grade, he was the reason why there

that moment,

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

they are completely

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

they are the

noticed it previously, but as he saw so

special focus on

like they were the

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked at him

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?"

token he had received and showed it to

looked with shock and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well of

young, but since he was so young, he

emblem, one needed to be among

also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about

Shang

actually some hidden

was the son of the King of

make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could

Mages were no

surprised as