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!

end, Shang accepted that 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

of the academy. It was still dark,

There were about 50.

the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory regarding one

the best when it came

best

there was one very

the 50 students wore

nearly a

in the academy, but nearly all of them had gathered

quickly

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

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

They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be able to understand

the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

spots per grade, he was

that moment,

other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely

almost like they are completely

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

are the

noticed it previously, but as he saw so

academy put special focus on the red

like they were

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who looked at

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?"

token he had received and showed

and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also

very young, but since he was so young, he

to get an emblem, one needed to be

Shang, but he also knew

and he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing

did Shang manage to get

some hidden progeny of a

the son of

and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a threat

True Mages

was just as surprised as you,"