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 that

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

There were about 50.

best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in

when it came to

the best students in

was one

the 50 students wore

nearly

barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all

Shang quickly

had five spots and that he could only take five people of the

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

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

of the Intermediate, Late, and

per grade, he was the reason why there were 15

that moment, Shang realized

and they rarely visit other lessons. They are

they are completely separate from the

the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are

are the

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

special focus on the red

were the most

"Shang?"

at Astor, who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing

the token he had received

with shock and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

also knew

since he was so young,

an emblem, one needed to be

he also knew that

was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by a

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about

did Shang manage to get

he actually some hidden progeny of a

he was the son of the King of

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

Mages were no

just as surprised as you," Shang