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 refer to a sword as Sword, but if that was what it wanted,

out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding one

were the best when it came to using

best

one

of the 50 students wore red

was nearly

red uniforms in the academy, but nearly

Shang quickly

spots and that he could only take five

course, the Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the

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

were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

the Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was

that moment,

They rarely talk, and they rarely visit

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

are the most numerous

but as he saw so many red

academy put special focus on the

were the most

"Shang?"

who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

received and

shock and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew very well of

was so young, he was also far weaker than the

to get an emblem, one needed to be among the

but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't

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

Shang was weak.

basically nothing

did Shang

actually some hidden progeny

of the King of the Skythunder

exceptions for anyone

Mages were no

as surprised as you," Shang