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

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

There were about 50.

represented the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory

when it came to

were the best students in the

there was one very

50 students

was nearly a

barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly

quickly

had five spots and that he could only

only look at the Advanced Grade. What

were no students from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They

were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

had five spots per grade, he was the reason why

moment,

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

almost like they are completely separate from

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

now, they are the most

but as he saw so

focus on the

was like they were the most important

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing

token he had received and showed it

looked with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well of Shang's

very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker than the

emblem, one needed to be

knew that

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

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing about the theoretical

how did Shang manage to get

hidden progeny of a foreign

he was the son of the King of

make any exceptions for anyone unless the other

True Mages

as surprised as you,"