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!

found it a bit weird to refer to a

academy. It was still dark, but

There were about 50.

best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding

when it came to using their

best students in the

there was one

50

nearly

red uniforms in the academy, but

quickly realized

he could only take five people of

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

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

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

per grade, he was

that moment,

students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are

they are completely separate from the other

special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But

now, they are the

previously, but as he saw so many

special focus

were the most

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

the token he had received and showed it to Astor.

with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well of

so young, he was also far weaker than

emblem, one needed to be among

he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't

was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by a teacher who only taught

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing

how did Shang manage to

hidden

of the King

exceptions for anyone unless the other side could

Mages were

was just as surprised as you,"