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!

He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as

the courtyard of the academy. It

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding one of the

when it came

the best students in

there was one very surprising

of the 50 students

nearly a

were barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them

Shang quickly realized

had five spots and that he could only take

look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate

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

of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

five spots per grade, he was the reason why

moment, Shang

rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have

completely separate from

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

are the

but as he saw so

focus

they were the

"Shang?"

who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?" Astor

the token he had received and showed it to

shock and

It was real.

But how?

also knew very

but since he was so young, he was also far weaker than

to get an emblem, one needed to

but he also knew that Shang definitely

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

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing about the theoretical

Shang manage to get

he actually some hidden progeny

of

anyone unless the other side could be a threat

True Mages

surprised as you," Shang