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!

that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but if that was what it wanted,

academy. It was still dark, but Shang could already see several

There were about 50.

represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding one of

when it

best students in

one

50 students wore

nearly

academy, but nearly all of them

quickly

spots and that he could only take five people of the Advanced Grade with

the Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade.

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

were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

had five spots per grade, he was

moment,

amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only

almost like they are completely separate from the other

Class is already special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students

they are the

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

special focus on the

they were the most important

"Shang?"

Astor, who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

token he had received and showed it to Astor.

looked with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well of

was so young, he

an emblem, one needed to be among

knew that Shang

couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings.

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing

how did Shang manage

hidden progeny

son of the

Vice-Deans and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a threat to

True Mages were no

was just as surprised as you,"