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

room and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It

There were about 50.

best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one

of them were the best when it came to

the best students

one

the 50 students wore red

was nearly a

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

Shang quickly realized

Vice-Dean had said that he had five spots and that he

wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or

were

the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

grade, he was the reason why there were 15

moment,

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

like they are completely separate from the

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

they are the most

noticed it previously, but as he

academy put special focus

like they were

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked at him

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?" Astor

received and showed

looked with shock and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

also knew very well of

so young, he was also far

emblem, one needed to

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

Battle-Strength was very weak, and he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the

Shang manage

some hidden

son of the King of the Skythunder

anyone unless

True Mages were

just as surprised as you,"