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!

wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to

the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark,

There were about 50.

50 students represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding

the best when it came to

were the best students

there was one very

the 50 students wore

nearly

in the academy, but nearly all

quickly

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

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

Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were

students of the Intermediate, Late,

Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was the reason why there were 15

that moment, Shang

and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have a Vice-Dean

are completely separate from the other

already 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

they are the most numerous

it previously, but as he saw so many red uniforms, he

focus on the

were the most

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing

token he had received and showed

looked with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well

so young,

order to get an emblem, one needed to be among

Shang, 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

Shang was weak.

basically nothing

Shang manage to get

hidden

the son of the King of the Skythunder

make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a

Mages were no

surprised