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!

end, Shang accepted that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword,

the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding

when it

were the best students in

there was one very surprising

50 students wore red

nearly a

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

quickly

that he could

Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced

from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be

the Intermediate, Late, and

Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was

moment,

rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons.

are completely separate from the

since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and

the most numerous students

previously, but as he saw

special focus

they were the

"Shang?"

who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing

token he had received and showed

and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew

very young, but since he was so young, he was

emblem, one needed to

but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

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.

basically nothing about the

how did Shang manage

hidden progeny of a

was the son of the King of

didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the

True Mages were

surprised as you," Shang