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!

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

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

There were about 50.

students represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding

of them were the best when it came to using their

were the best students in

was one very

of the 50

was nearly a

in the academy,

Shang quickly realized

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

course, the Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or

students 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,

spots per grade, he was the reason

that moment,

talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only

almost like they are completely separate from the other

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

now, they are the most numerous

hadn't noticed it previously, but as he saw so

put special focus on the red

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?"

received and

with shock and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew very well

was so young, he was also far weaker than the

to get an emblem, one needed to

Shang, but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't

about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't

Shang was weak.

nothing about

Shang

he actually some hidden

son of the King

any exceptions for anyone unless the

True Mages were

was just as surprised as